[In the unfocused haze of his lust, he'll forgive Cy using another set of words that should be banned from language everywhere, too concerned with the placement of those hands to chastise the man for it. The one that has slid a pair of fingers up into his cunt is the most distracting — he manages a messy, stilted rock of hips down, feeling Cy's hard knuckles grind against the soft opening of his body. He aches to chase friction at his clit where it is most tender and sensitive, but for now this is enough, gaze hungrily following the progress of Cy's multi-tasking in anticipation of what is promised next.
At the last minute he realizes what Cy is going to do, which makes a shiver of pleasure work through his body all the way down to tightly curled toes. Of course he swallows in steady breaths to try and relax before that intrusion — but it's still a challenge, taking the slide of Cy's cock into that tight channel alongside the breadth of fingers. The stretch forces all of the air out of his chest. He gasps, voice broken over a half-formed sob during that drive in, feeling the plug in his ass shift to try and accommodate the lack of space.
Everything is so much, then. He can't think at all. His breasts ache, wet and leaking milk from flushed, bitten nipples as if Cy has broken the seal on that flood of bodily fluid — and the folds of his cunt, too, are so slick he's already made a mess of Cy's lap. It's... excessive, but maybe that is an effect of the diamond, too. He doesn't care in the moment.]
Are you really going to marry me? [He feels intoxicated on the physical sensations, but with that comes a rush of emotion he can't control. A powerful wave, taking him under, hushing his voice to a murmur of wonder.] Did you mean that?
[The throb of where he's been filled in two places doesn't stop him from trying to grind himself down against Cy through the dull pain.]
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At the last minute he realizes what Cy is going to do, which makes a shiver of pleasure work through his body all the way down to tightly curled toes. Of course he swallows in steady breaths to try and relax before that intrusion — but it's still a challenge, taking the slide of Cy's cock into that tight channel alongside the breadth of fingers. The stretch forces all of the air out of his chest. He gasps, voice broken over a half-formed sob during that drive in, feeling the plug in his ass shift to try and accommodate the lack of space.
Everything is so much, then. He can't think at all. His breasts ache, wet and leaking milk from flushed, bitten nipples as if Cy has broken the seal on that flood of bodily fluid — and the folds of his cunt, too, are so slick he's already made a mess of Cy's lap. It's... excessive, but maybe that is an effect of the diamond, too. He doesn't care in the moment.]
Are you really going to marry me? [He feels intoxicated on the physical sensations, but with that comes a rush of emotion he can't control. A powerful wave, taking him under, hushing his voice to a murmur of wonder.] Did you mean that?
[The throb of where he's been filled in two places doesn't stop him from trying to grind himself down against Cy through the dull pain.]
It's my birthday. You — hah, can't take it back.