Ajax whines pitifully, weakly, throwing his head back and thumping the back of his head against the wall. His lower lip is trembling, his eyebrows are lowered, trembling fingers are gripping your hips tightly, almost to the point of pain. He is stunned. He leans back against the headboard of the bed, closing his eyes, clinging tightly to your body, which is on top of it.

"I'm close.. I'm— please, please.. I can not.." the redhead whines piteously, desperately, not afraid to look vulnerable in front of you.