"Yes," he says lowly. "Sounds, when you cling to me." It is helping, the way she's losing clarity, the way she's tightening around his hand and hugging into his shoulder. He doesn't want to say the last one, but the compulsion pulls it out. "When you compliment me." His face goes hot at that one, angry to bring it into this, but it's done, and he's trying to just focus on pushing forward. They're of the same mind that this is miserable, and that has to be enough.
Her voice starts to come tighter and he sighs out relief, even as her words force him to keep thumbing her clit and pumping her opening. He's even almost relaxed into her touch on his cock, the arousal settling in better, when her other order comes. Whatever small pleasure he got from her thigh against his shaft is lost in the stomach-churning sensation of a compulsion-forced finish, heat not built from release coiling and flashing through him before his cock begins shuddering, a hollow mimic of an orgasm emptying itself against her. He tries not to fight it, but every inch of him feels raw, his teeth gritting miserably as all he can do is shudder and keep touching her. He feels like a puppet, nothing more than an empty shell stuck doing others' bidding. It doesn't matter that he trusts this person; how long until someone less kind is at the helm?
He's in such a haze he doesn't quite process her tipping into orgasm, too, but all at once the pressure on his neck is thinner and his hands abruptly stop. His jagged breath comes sharply, and he grasps with the hand that wasn't in her to yank the collar off and throw it to the ground, other hand trying to leave her as painlessly as possible.
As soon as he's disentangled, he wraps around her, hugging her so hard it knocks her off balance. His face presses against hers, burying against her shoulder as heaving breaths wrack through him.
it's done it's done it's done
"Aerith," he whispers, cradling her head and squeezing her to him. The rawness in his voice is clear even to him, but he's got control of his touch back, and all he wants is to disappear.
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Date: 2022-11-08 09:41 pm (UTC)Her voice starts to come tighter and he sighs out relief, even as her words force him to keep thumbing her clit and pumping her opening. He's even almost relaxed into her touch on his cock, the arousal settling in better, when her other order comes. Whatever small pleasure he got from her thigh against his shaft is lost in the stomach-churning sensation of a compulsion-forced finish, heat not built from release coiling and flashing through him before his cock begins shuddering, a hollow mimic of an orgasm emptying itself against her. He tries not to fight it, but every inch of him feels raw, his teeth gritting miserably as all he can do is shudder and keep touching her. He feels like a puppet, nothing more than an empty shell stuck doing others' bidding. It doesn't matter that he trusts this person; how long until someone less kind is at the helm?
He's in such a haze he doesn't quite process her tipping into orgasm, too, but all at once the pressure on his neck is thinner and his hands abruptly stop. His jagged breath comes sharply, and he grasps with the hand that wasn't in her to yank the collar off and throw it to the ground, other hand trying to leave her as painlessly as possible.
As soon as he's disentangled, he wraps around her, hugging her so hard it knocks her off balance. His face presses against hers, burying against her shoulder as heaving breaths wrack through him.
it's done it's done it's done
"Aerith," he whispers, cradling her head and squeezing her to him. The rawness in his voice is clear even to him, but he's got control of his touch back, and all he wants is to disappear.