[Joshua makes a frustrated noise even as he leans desperately into Noah's hands. he hates this, but the contact makes it so much better, and he's visibly affected by Noah's words as well. he hates that his own body keeps betraying him, that his own lips keep spilling things to be used against him.
he finishes pulling off his shirt, slowly, both as the tease that is demanded of him but also to put off having to say anything. but that only lasts so long.]
It's usually just... me being a tool for their pleasure. Sometimes I'm tied up but sometimes I'm not, but I'm not... an active participant that chose to be there. No matter how much I like it in the end, I'm always forced, or at least pretending to be.
[his face is burning as he speaks, and he tosses his shirt aside and drops his hands to unfasten his pants.]
It's not always just me being fucked, too. Sometimes it's women or even other men using my cock for themselves as well. Not letting me come, or making me come again and again until I'm begging them to stop.
how's that sleep going
he finishes pulling off his shirt, slowly, both as the tease that is demanded of him but also to put off having to say anything. but that only lasts so long.]
It's usually just... me being a tool for their pleasure. Sometimes I'm tied up but sometimes I'm not, but I'm not... an active participant that chose to be there. No matter how much I like it in the end, I'm always forced, or at least pretending to be.
[his face is burning as he speaks, and he tosses his shirt aside and drops his hands to unfasten his pants.]
It's not always just me being fucked, too. Sometimes it's women or even other men using my cock for themselves as well. Not letting me come, or making me come again and again until I'm begging them to stop.