[His own come has barely cooled on his thighs before he's shoved, weight half-caught on the bend of his own arm when that kick strikes his side, driving the next breath out of his throat. Then he simply lies there in the bed of that pain — all of its different points throbbing through him, off-set by the effusive warmth of orgasm until that begins to fade, and he just hurts. It's an acutely mindless sensation, as if he is lying in a pool of water that is too cold and too hot for his skin at once.
There's only a superficial fight when he's dragged onto the mattress, body weak like a kitten as his limbs are shackled into their respective places and his body is displayed on its back. Yet those dark, mismatched eyes glare up with a coal of that fire still alive — and at the question, he spits at the man's face.]
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Date: 2024-07-07 08:15 pm (UTC)There's only a superficial fight when he's dragged onto the mattress, body weak like a kitten as his limbs are shackled into their respective places and his body is displayed on its back. Yet those dark, mismatched eyes glare up with a coal of that fire still alive — and at the question, he spits at the man's face.]