He doesn't know what he was asking for -- more or less of this, for it to stop or for it to escalate.
He draws in a hiss as Burr toys with bruised flesh, and has to bite his lip at the first true press inside. His cunt is as tender as the rest of him -- more tender, because it was so sensitive in the first place. The insides of his thighs bear the marks of Burr's treatment of him, still flushed bright red, and his mouth falls open for him to gasp as Burr seats himself inside. His body is in a confusion of signals, and his cunt even more so, from the pained lips to the desperate craving of deep within. He tries to flinch away, but the bound leg brings him up short, and then as Burr glides deeper, he angles himself up to take it, instead, though it puts all the weight where he is bruised.
"It hurts, it hurts," he breathes, and squirms against Burr's hold on his free leg. "Oh god--" Messy, wet sounds as Burr withdraws and starts to thrust, and every one of those thrusts pushes air from Alexander's body. Every one drives him incrementally away from Burr, but unless Alexander wants himself yanked from ankle to hip, he has to actually tense enough to drag himself back towards the bed, meaning that he has to rub himself more raw against the floor.
He burns with humiliation at the sounds of pain that Burr punches out of him, and at the obscene squelch as Burr fucks him where he is soaked wet, his own arousal made obvious to them both. He tries to find purchase with bound hands above his head, but there's nothing there, nothing he can reach. Ends up thrashing half out of hurt, fighting Burr's grip, and half because the angle Burr has chosen isn't the one that hits him where he needs it, and nothing he does will make Burr change. Because his pleasure, right now, is having Alexander in pain, and Alexander has no control.
He is inviting more punishment, he knows. He can't help it. Burr has never reduced him this way, by combining the pain with a not-quite-enough temptation of pleasure, the messiness and ecstasy of being mercilessly fucked without the skilled attentions Burr usually lavishes on him.
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He draws in a hiss as Burr toys with bruised flesh, and has to bite his lip at the first true press inside. His cunt is as tender as the rest of him -- more tender, because it was so sensitive in the first place. The insides of his thighs bear the marks of Burr's treatment of him, still flushed bright red, and his mouth falls open for him to gasp as Burr seats himself inside. His body is in a confusion of signals, and his cunt even more so, from the pained lips to the desperate craving of deep within. He tries to flinch away, but the bound leg brings him up short, and then as Burr glides deeper, he angles himself up to take it, instead, though it puts all the weight where he is bruised.
"It hurts, it hurts," he breathes, and squirms against Burr's hold on his free leg. "Oh god--" Messy, wet sounds as Burr withdraws and starts to thrust, and every one of those thrusts pushes air from Alexander's body. Every one drives him incrementally away from Burr, but unless Alexander wants himself yanked from ankle to hip, he has to actually tense enough to drag himself back towards the bed, meaning that he has to rub himself more raw against the floor.
He burns with humiliation at the sounds of pain that Burr punches out of him, and at the obscene squelch as Burr fucks him where he is soaked wet, his own arousal made obvious to them both. He tries to find purchase with bound hands above his head, but there's nothing there, nothing he can reach. Ends up thrashing half out of hurt, fighting Burr's grip, and half because the angle Burr has chosen isn't the one that hits him where he needs it, and nothing he does will make Burr change. Because his pleasure, right now, is having Alexander in pain, and Alexander has no control.
He is inviting more punishment, he knows. He can't help it. Burr has never reduced him this way, by combining the pain with a not-quite-enough temptation of pleasure, the messiness and ecstasy of being mercilessly fucked without the skilled attentions Burr usually lavishes on him.