[ Sucking in a sharp breath, Dorian can’t help a sharp moan. What Tary is doing suddenly feels… different somehow, and he can’t help curving his body up into the attention, so much gentler than anything else he’d been subjected to so far.
And he knows it’s exactly what the guards want, given the way they laugh and mock and cheer and moan. But was it bad to just let himself feel it, to take whatever he could get to make this terrible situation even just a bit better?
Behind Tary, Mikhail groans, sliding two fingers into the blond man’s entrance and spreading them, stretching his entrance open. “Fuck yeah, that’s hot,” he hisses over them, his hand releasing Tary’s dick now that he’s moving on his own. Instead he starts to stroke his own cock as he gets into position behind Tary. “This is gonna be fun.” ]
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And he knows it’s exactly what the guards want, given the way they laugh and mock and cheer and moan. But was it bad to just let himself feel it, to take whatever he could get to make this terrible situation even just a bit better?
Behind Tary, Mikhail groans, sliding two fingers into the blond man’s entrance and spreading them, stretching his entrance open. “Fuck yeah, that’s hot,” he hisses over them, his hand releasing Tary’s dick now that he’s moving on his own. Instead he starts to stroke his own cock as he gets into position behind Tary. “This is gonna be fun.” ]