"Yes," he answers, almost with a whine. He means it, he'll take what Jack gives him. The next slap makes him jump again, makes him tighten around Jack's fingers for a second. "N-not much-- I can't-- I can't--"
He can barely string coherent words together, string letters into words at all. He tries to move more, tries to fuck himself on Jack's fingers.
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Date: 2016-05-18 07:29 pm (UTC)He can barely string coherent words together, string letters into words at all. He tries to move more, tries to fuck himself on Jack's fingers.