[He keeps pushing in, until he's buried deep inside Paris. He gives him some time to adjust before pulling out partway and sliding back in, leaning in to kiss him again as his hips start to work of their own accord. He lets out a moan by Paris' ear, pressing tender kisses to his neck as his hand moves between them to take his cock and give it a few slow strokes.]

You look good like this.

[Lying underneath him, with a flush to his cheeks.]