[The denial burns like a rash over his skin — overtaken by the static jolt of pleasure as Cy angles the toy inside of him against that spot of nerves, tingling and tender enough to force a broken moan out of his throat. He can feel the way his cock twitches in response to this, warmth stirring low in his belly, a rush of blood that threatens to fill out the length that has only flagged because of recent orgasm. It won't take much to make him hard again with those threats Cy pours into his head.
Bargaining for a quick end doesn't work. He's seen through immediately, pushing his face down against the sheets, then back and forth, shaking his head no.]
It's too much. [The words are thin, shaken, those deep interior sobs building up behind them.] It's too— much— [Cy's finger slides in, stretching his hole just a bit wider, the rim of muscle an abused shade of red, wet and shiny with lubricant.] Don't... don't hurt me.
[A fresh prickle of tears dampen dark lashes as the fight renews, kicking his legs as if it will pull him out of Cy's lap even if it means rolling off the bed and crashing to the ground. Privately, he wants to feel Cy's strength — he knows it's there.]
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Bargaining for a quick end doesn't work. He's seen through immediately, pushing his face down against the sheets, then back and forth, shaking his head no.]
It's too much. [The words are thin, shaken, those deep interior sobs building up behind them.] It's too— much— [Cy's finger slides in, stretching his hole just a bit wider, the rim of muscle an abused shade of red, wet and shiny with lubricant.] Don't... don't hurt me.
[A fresh prickle of tears dampen dark lashes as the fight renews, kicking his legs as if it will pull him out of Cy's lap even if it means rolling off the bed and crashing to the ground. Privately, he wants to feel Cy's strength — he knows it's there.]