[ lance shudders and trembles under matt's attentions, hips rolling into it, already learning the right rhythm and force to fuck himself on someone else's fingers. the idea that he can come again, and again, and again after that has already started to normalize, he wants it, all he wants is to drown in pleasure until he's too tired to move. the fact that he's a captive, that matt's a captive, that they're both locked away inside the heart of an imperial fleet doesn't even matter right now, and already the skittishness he'd shown when matt first arrived is fading to a faint memory. it was ridiculous to be afraid of this. this is what he is, this is what he's built for, and there's no point in denying how being touched makes him feel. ]
Yes, yes, [ he moans, tilting his head to give matt access, loving the way his warm mouth feels. ]
I have, I do, I want him to fuck me, I want to sit on his cock, please, please.
[ the feel of matt's heavy belly pressed against him is driving him crazy, the tempting weight of his soft, milk-heavy breasts and the flashing little studs in their nipples right there to be teased and fondled. he cups one, squeezing, his other hand still fumbling between matt's thighs, trying to reciprocate what matt is doing to him. ]
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Yes, yes, [ he moans, tilting his head to give matt access, loving the way his warm mouth feels. ]
I have, I do, I want him to fuck me, I want to sit on his cock, please, please.
[ the feel of matt's heavy belly pressed against him is driving him crazy, the tempting weight of his soft, milk-heavy breasts and the flashing little studs in their nipples right there to be teased and fondled. he cups one, squeezing, his other hand still fumbling between matt's thighs, trying to reciprocate what matt is doing to him. ]