[It's a little easier this time — even as heat crawls up the back of his neck, and he half-buries his face on the bed to disguise the desperate vulnerability that rises up in him. The words are thick in his throat, but they emerge steadier than usual.]
Will you spank me? [A gasp is lodged on an upward twist of Cy's wrist; with the man's heavy body over top of him, there's no masking the tremor that has taken up residence in his thighs to keep still, to stop from grinding into the pillow like he already has Cy's cock in place of those fingers.] Will you fuck me harder, sir?
[He doesn't know how to ask for the French, still uncertain of the request himself, but hopefully — this is enough.]
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Will you spank me? [A gasp is lodged on an upward twist of Cy's wrist; with the man's heavy body over top of him, there's no masking the tremor that has taken up residence in his thighs to keep still, to stop from grinding into the pillow like he already has Cy's cock in place of those fingers.] Will you fuck me harder, sir?
[He doesn't know how to ask for the French, still uncertain of the request himself, but hopefully — this is enough.]