The last one, Sinjir estimates, is about how far he would be stretched if Ba'al were to fist him. And -- his body probably can take it, even though it's more than the last, but it scares him a little. It's a little wild, a little out of control, and relaxing enough means really putting his body in Ba'al's hands.
His thighs have a subtle tremor, and, at first, he balances himself above the sphere. He dips his head, breathes out, and shifts just slightly -- but enough to make him clench down and breathe out a little curse. "Every time I tighten up," he manages, "it's right there," and he can feel the narrow rope connecting them as he rests himself down on the sphere. With how slippery he is, and how -- stars, he's really starting to be loose, isn't he? Stretched, in a way that feels slutty -- it sinks partway in easily.
His fingers curl around the back of Ba'al's neck, tentative and careful, ready to move if there's any indication Ba'al doesn't want him to do it.
His toes curl tight, and he's making these breathless moans, pliant to Ba'al's hands, rocking his hips on top of a sphere being forced inside of him. So far from the dignity of an Imperial loyalty officer, far even from the calm and efficiency of a New Republic agent. To Ba'al, right now, he is more of a plaything, a cherished toy. He likes it. He likes Ba'al possessive, because it means that he's wanted, and valued. In this case, he's wanted for being clever and sharp-tongued, and for being beautiful, and for enjoying things like this, and that's just fine.
He keeps pushing down, and keeps stretching wider, rocking through little twitches of tension. This has to be all... he can't do any more. "No," he breathes, "I--" Gasps in his breath and the sound out of him is high and protesting, the hint of fear breaking through.
His body gives, just barely gives, and then it's sliding deeper, past the widest point, but his stretched hole can't completely close because of the way he's stuffed full. It's insane, it's so large inside him that it feels like it's crushing him.
Sinjir cries out, and comes, his cock untouched. A brutal convulsion of his body, curling over against Ba'al as he spasms tight around all the spheres, all of them inside him. The largest ball is pressed so hard against his prostate that it feels almost like the semen is forced out of him. And how does that -- the sound, is the sound going to plug it up inside of him?
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Date: 2016-03-21 12:47 am (UTC)His thighs have a subtle tremor, and, at first, he balances himself above the sphere. He dips his head, breathes out, and shifts just slightly -- but enough to make him clench down and breathe out a little curse. "Every time I tighten up," he manages, "it's right there," and he can feel the narrow rope connecting them as he rests himself down on the sphere. With how slippery he is, and how -- stars, he's really starting to be loose, isn't he? Stretched, in a way that feels slutty -- it sinks partway in easily.
His fingers curl around the back of Ba'al's neck, tentative and careful, ready to move if there's any indication Ba'al doesn't want him to do it.
His toes curl tight, and he's making these breathless moans, pliant to Ba'al's hands, rocking his hips on top of a sphere being forced inside of him. So far from the dignity of an Imperial loyalty officer, far even from the calm and efficiency of a New Republic agent. To Ba'al, right now, he is more of a plaything, a cherished toy. He likes it. He likes Ba'al possessive, because it means that he's wanted, and valued. In this case, he's wanted for being clever and sharp-tongued, and for being beautiful, and for enjoying things like this, and that's just fine.
He keeps pushing down, and keeps stretching wider, rocking through little twitches of tension. This has to be all... he can't do any more. "No," he breathes, "I--" Gasps in his breath and the sound out of him is high and protesting, the hint of fear breaking through.
His body gives, just barely gives, and then it's sliding deeper, past the widest point, but his stretched hole can't completely close because of the way he's stuffed full. It's insane, it's so large inside him that it feels like it's crushing him.
Sinjir cries out, and comes, his cock untouched. A brutal convulsion of his body, curling over against Ba'al as he spasms tight around all the spheres, all of them inside him. The largest ball is pressed so hard against his prostate that it feels almost like the semen is forced out of him. And how does that -- the sound, is the sound going to plug it up inside of him?