He needs just a moment to compose himself, Mike tells himself. Just a moment. Just one.. brief moment.
But no. No, Billy goads him into crying more by shushing him gently in an oddly matronly fashion, in a way that makes Mike's skin crawl. It's too much, all of this is, and then Billy's dick goes near his mouth and he can't do much more than whine in protest, another tear rolling down his cheek. He can't even form the words 'no,' and those last words.
I've wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you.
They play over and over in his head, drowning out his own protests.
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Date: 2015-08-10 05:46 am (UTC)But no. No, Billy goads him into crying more by shushing him gently in an oddly matronly fashion, in a way that makes Mike's skin crawl. It's too much, all of this is, and then Billy's dick goes near his mouth and he can't do much more than whine in protest, another tear rolling down his cheek. He can't even form the words 'no,' and those last words.
I've wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you.
They play over and over in his head, drowning out his own protests.