[Fucking tough, rough trade rolling asshole using simple words. He can't laugh or protest. Why fucking bother. Now and then he slides a few fractions of an inch closer to the ground. Pound after pound he is so grateful for what he's got.]
N-no. [Loose? Come on. No way. ...Maybe. No out comes first. Shit. that is lip. The first pull out is so sudden he practically whines. The pace is broken, his prostate has a chance to throb without being laid on into. Back again, and the fit is all but collapsing in on itself. Kinda like a re-entry the first two times he does it.]
Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me?
[Clearly not. But still. Larry swallows. Even though his hands are bound they claw as though he can grip something.]
no subject
N-no. [Loose? Come on. No way. ...Maybe. No out comes first. Shit. that is lip. The first pull out is so sudden he practically whines. The pace is broken, his prostate has a chance to throb without being laid on into. Back again, and the fit is all but collapsing in on itself. Kinda like a re-entry the first two times he does it.]
Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me?
[Clearly not. But still. Larry swallows. Even though his hands are bound they claw as though he can grip something.]