"Yes," he hisses, tilting his head to bare himself to the man's teeth. He's crying out, making up for the other's silence, hand shooting down to wrap around his cock when he hears the order. The grip he's giving himself is too tight and he pulls on his cock too fast, but his precome soon covers it and he can't help but tense when the heat gets too overwhelming. "I love it. I know I'm a -- a slut. I need my holes filled."

"Next time," he whispers, throat so raw he wonders how he's able to speak at all. "Next time I'll take both of you. I'll be so full, I'll--" His body convulses, eyes rolling back and then he's coming so hard, he hears himself cry out senselessly, pleas and curses mixing. It's just his imagination, possibly, but it seems to last forever: The writhing that throws his body around and the forceful contractions that massage the cock inside of him. By the end of it he's still weakly jerking, everything blurry and feather-light.