"Definitely not," he says, to the able to answer questions, "It feels really good. It's just a lot," his words are still a bit slurred and stilted now, even though he's mostly coherent. "S'good though. You're good. Knew you would be." And that's about all he gets out before he sinks under again, moaning all over again as things like thoughts fade away entirely and there's nothing to concentrate on but pleasure.
It's easy to see how someone could use this control for something really bad, the more Phillip sees of it-- it doesn't seem like it's natural pleasant so much as naturally reflective. Gustavain doesn't understand what's happening like this, if Phillip wanted him screaming in terror rather than pleasure, it would be every bit as easy to arrange. The air he brings into this round gives even more rise to that knowledge, though not because it's bad-- but the last thing lingering in Gustavain's head is how cared for he is, rather than how turned on and the way he relaxes immediately, nuzzles into Phillip's cheek, shows it.
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Date: 2021-05-25 03:34 am (UTC)It's easy to see how someone could use this control for something really bad, the more Phillip sees of it-- it doesn't seem like it's natural pleasant so much as naturally reflective. Gustavain doesn't understand what's happening like this, if Phillip wanted him screaming in terror rather than pleasure, it would be every bit as easy to arrange. The air he brings into this round gives even more rise to that knowledge, though not because it's bad-- but the last thing lingering in Gustavain's head is how cared for he is, rather than how turned on and the way he relaxes immediately, nuzzles into Phillip's cheek, shows it.