[He has no choice but to take that first push, bearing the weight laid on his back, feeling dried wax crack and smear between the seal of skin. It takes all of the air out of his chest — filled in one inexorable slide, his body yields to Cy's cock as if he was waiting for it, the stretch of muscle at the rim a sharp sting of nerves from earlier's violation.
Another sob breaks out of his panting mouth when Cy is fully seated. It's one of relief, though well-disguised as pain through glassy tears. He feels wholly, completely at Cy's mercy. He feels owned. All of it: the intimacy of how they're joined, the endearment Cy calls him still, the sensation of being crushed down against the bed and told to take it and given no choice, no control. His legs remain bent, tied at the ankle and closed together, but Cy's warm weight on top of him almost flattens out the fold of his upper body so he's left fighting for air facedown against the mattress. He almost comes again from that alone.]
I'm s—sorry, [broken, ruined words.] I'm sorry. I'll— [Cy will feel the fast stutter of a pulse beneath strong fingers, breath sucked in desperate little gasps.] I'll be... good. For you.
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Another sob breaks out of his panting mouth when Cy is fully seated. It's one of relief, though well-disguised as pain through glassy tears. He feels wholly, completely at Cy's mercy. He feels owned. All of it: the intimacy of how they're joined, the endearment Cy calls him still, the sensation of being crushed down against the bed and told to take it and given no choice, no control. His legs remain bent, tied at the ankle and closed together, but Cy's warm weight on top of him almost flattens out the fold of his upper body so he's left fighting for air facedown against the mattress. He almost comes again from that alone.]
I'm s—sorry, [broken, ruined words.] I'm sorry. I'll— [Cy will feel the fast stutter of a pulse beneath strong fingers, breath sucked in desperate little gasps.] I'll be... good. For you.