[There's a panicked thrash, held down and subdued by the man's body on top of him, the additional width of another finger pushed inside of him. He aches from the burn of that stretch on the heels of orgasm, the physical intensity at such a degree that he's weak, panting, desperate to escape or to end the torment in some other way — the one demanded of him like a hot splash of water across his skin, color high on his face.]
Wait... stop...
[Ragged breath sobs out of him as the pressure builds again in his belly, heavier somehow, slower to reach the peak of that fruition — he tries to close his legs against it, to keep it trapped inside of him, but Cy makes that impossible. Their joined fingers give the simulated illusion of fucking. He rocks up, into that violation, knuckles spearing him a little deeper, a little rougher, until he's crying out from the force of that second orgasm — wrung to the last sensitive nerve and shivering muscle.]
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[There's a panicked thrash, held down and subdued by the man's body on top of him, the additional width of another finger pushed inside of him. He aches from the burn of that stretch on the heels of orgasm, the physical intensity at such a degree that he's weak, panting, desperate to escape or to end the torment in some other way — the one demanded of him like a hot splash of water across his skin, color high on his face.]
Wait... stop...
[Ragged breath sobs out of him as the pressure builds again in his belly, heavier somehow, slower to reach the peak of that fruition — he tries to close his legs against it, to keep it trapped inside of him, but Cy makes that impossible. Their joined fingers give the simulated illusion of fucking. He rocks up, into that violation, knuckles spearing him a little deeper, a little rougher, until he's crying out from the force of that second orgasm — wrung to the last sensitive nerve and shivering muscle.]