[The strike lands directly on the base of the plug — eliciting a harsh noise he only just manages to smother against the bedsheet before it can rise high enough to carry through the walls of the room. He can feel the blunt end of the silicone pushed that much deeper into him, threatening to target his prostate at a slightly better angle.
And then Cy is speaking to him, washing away the rest. Pain lances through his shoulder at the exaggerated angle; no longer face down, he can't stifle the quiet sob, working against the saliva that pools in the back of his throat with a hard swallow. There's no way to stop those fingers from driving into his mouth, violating it, shoved far enough back he can feel the tight squeeze that threatens to seal off air. Cy looms above him, features partially shadowed in the dimness of the room — the feeling of that dark gaze on him makes it all more intense. The slick sound of fingers sliding in and out is vulgar in his ears.
Just the same as those words, filtering through a haze of arousal — and fear, of course, demonstrated in the hitching breaths, the rapid stutter of his pulse, the gathering wetness in black eyelashes. His hand feels like it's going numb behind his back; he tries to jerk his away at the click of the Watch's camera setting, humiliation becoming a bright sore inside of him.
It burns even hotter. Better. That kiss is like a sweet taunt amidst everything else. He nods, never dislodging the thick knuckles that fill his mouth.]
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And then Cy is speaking to him, washing away the rest. Pain lances through his shoulder at the exaggerated angle; no longer face down, he can't stifle the quiet sob, working against the saliva that pools in the back of his throat with a hard swallow. There's no way to stop those fingers from driving into his mouth, violating it, shoved far enough back he can feel the tight squeeze that threatens to seal off air. Cy looms above him, features partially shadowed in the dimness of the room — the feeling of that dark gaze on him makes it all more intense. The slick sound of fingers sliding in and out is vulgar in his ears.
Just the same as those words, filtering through a haze of arousal — and fear, of course, demonstrated in the hitching breaths, the rapid stutter of his pulse, the gathering wetness in black eyelashes. His hand feels like it's going numb behind his back; he tries to jerk his away at the click of the Watch's camera setting, humiliation becoming a bright sore inside of him.
It burns even hotter. Better. That kiss is like a sweet taunt amidst everything else. He nods, never dislodging the thick knuckles that fill his mouth.]