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You do not want to come apart for him, you do not want to come apart for him, you do not want --
You’re a Strider and you don’t --
You’re in control he’s the bottom boy you are not, you’re stoic and manly and
He’s wrecking you.
You should never have said yes to this, never have tried to lord your control over him, yeah, dude, even if you were fucking me up the ass I’d still top, sorry to say.
He fucked you into a prostate-damned mess until your hands and your legs shook and then he got you hard again and rode your dick until you felt even more fucked than when he was in your ass. You’re not stabbing his alien pussy with your dicksword in a pimplike manner, here; he is devouring you.
He’s using you mercilessly just the way you used him and it’s so hot, too hot, you can’t deal, you thought you could and you can’t, and the shame in your belly grows hot enough to make your face burn. Your eyes are prickling, you’re going to cry, you’re going to cry in his vindicated, feral little revengeface and he’ll --
-- he leans in and flicks his little raspy tongue at your cheek, like he’s a cat, like he thinks he’s a cat and you’re his person and he’s grooming you. He kisses your eyelids and you sob, his hands pinning yours, fingers interlaced.
When you come again he pours himself on top of you and he purrs against your neck, and he doesn’t say a single thing when you hold on to him hard enough to bruise.