[The lightheadedness hasn't eased, made worse when Cy settles the bulk of his weight across his chest — enough stature and solid muscle to make it a strain, half-breaths coming in quick little bursts. He can feel where come has dried and become tacky on his face, almost cool compared to the flush of blood beneath skin.]
I'll do whatever you want, [is the gamble made in a rasping voice, thick in his throat] just don't — show anyone else.
[The plea ends on a squirm he doesn't manage to withhold, that hand on his cock too brutally exact as it squeezes over him. It knows where to touch, and in the context even of this scene he responds to it anyway, trying to take a deeper breath of air. Three hours. It feels impossible, not after how long he's been made to wait with a plug in his ass, imagining what would happen when Cy came for him.
And the promise that Cy won't release him no matter what — it's an acute burn, humiliating, deeply arousing.]
What if I can't? Hold it in.
[There's a tremor in the words, composure flaked away to reveal panic.]
no subject
I'll do whatever you want, [is the gamble made in a rasping voice, thick in his throat] just don't — show anyone else.
[The plea ends on a squirm he doesn't manage to withhold, that hand on his cock too brutally exact as it squeezes over him. It knows where to touch, and in the context even of this scene he responds to it anyway, trying to take a deeper breath of air. Three hours. It feels impossible, not after how long he's been made to wait with a plug in his ass, imagining what would happen when Cy came for him.
And the promise that Cy won't release him no matter what — it's an acute burn, humiliating, deeply arousing.]
What if I can't? Hold it in.
[There's a tremor in the words, composure flaked away to reveal panic.]