Sinjir half-wishes that he'd been more open to gags. If he were gagged, right now, he could scream, he could moan, he could make all the noise that he truly, honestly wants to make, and it would be held back. It would be restrained. It would be easier.

But the fact that there's no gag isn't going to stop him. He's just too far gone for that. Something just breaks, breaks through, and the first couple hard thrusts earn a shout. Then he's -- he's moaning, giving little yelps and jagged cries, overwhelmed and pinned open and used, hands moving up to brace himself. It's good, it's so good.