[In that delirious fallout of orgasm, the choice is easy, mindless — he struggles into the new position even as it jostles the device hinged cruelly over his balls and puts his head down, obedient to the directive. Lips and tongue lap up the mess he's made, aware that his face is glowing with heat in a deep pink flush but otherwise uncaring how he looks this way, on his knees for Cy. He has long since shed embarrassment around Cy, making room for the satisfying bite of humiliation in its place.
Yes, he wants to be good. Yes, he wants Cy to fuck him almost-dry with only the lubricant of his own come, so that every thrust burns and he feels nothing but the space inside of his body that Cy carves out with his dick. There's a gasp where he's pressed facedown against the sheets, mobility limited, nodding his assent — but he does manage to grind his hips back into those fingers, or try to, even if it hurts where the taut skin of his balls is tugged.]
Are you going to do it now?
[He knows they're supposed to do a scene, but he feels almost frantic with the desire to be held down, to feel Cy push into him ruthlessly in that moment.]
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Yes, he wants to be good. Yes, he wants Cy to fuck him almost-dry with only the lubricant of his own come, so that every thrust burns and he feels nothing but the space inside of his body that Cy carves out with his dick. There's a gasp where he's pressed facedown against the sheets, mobility limited, nodding his assent — but he does manage to grind his hips back into those fingers, or try to, even if it hurts where the taut skin of his balls is tugged.]
Are you going to do it now?
[He knows they're supposed to do a scene, but he feels almost frantic with the desire to be held down, to feel Cy push into him ruthlessly in that moment.]