Dean makes a sound, not quite pain and not quite pleasure, when Thrawn's fingers go so deep. They feel longer than a humans, harsher. Definitely cooler. He's not nearly ready to call for a stop, but it occurs to him that his limits may well be tested here.
He's not entirely sure what his limits are. They've never been pushed to that level.
Even so, when the fingers are withdrawn he feels an almost crushing sense of loss. It surprises him how fast and deep the ache is and how much he doesn't want this to end. Not yet. Not for a while.
Then he's entered again, although not nearly as completely as before. The toy goes deep, but it's thin and for a second there's disappointment with his relief. It's tempered greatly by the touch of the cool hand on his forehead and he turns automatically into the touch, craving it even though it's cool and still foreign.
"No," he murmurs in response. Definitely not humilation. Need, want, and excitement, but the natural shame he'd otherwise be feeling is being kept away. By the chip or by the deft handling, he isn't sure. All he knows is that his body is completely open to Thrawn's ever whim and his mind's following rapidly behind it.
The first, low vibrations aren't enough to startle him, but they're good and he moans softly, hips shifting slightly. His legs stay spread; he knows his part in this is to be the show and he's not going to hide his reactions. His muscles clench around the vibrator and he feels his cock twitch against his belly, fully hard now and aching for touch he can't give.
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He's not entirely sure what his limits are. They've never been pushed to that level.
Even so, when the fingers are withdrawn he feels an almost crushing sense of loss. It surprises him how fast and deep the ache is and how much he doesn't want this to end. Not yet. Not for a while.
Then he's entered again, although not nearly as completely as before. The toy goes deep, but it's thin and for a second there's disappointment with his relief. It's tempered greatly by the touch of the cool hand on his forehead and he turns automatically into the touch, craving it even though it's cool and still foreign.
"No," he murmurs in response. Definitely not humilation. Need, want, and excitement, but the natural shame he'd otherwise be feeling is being kept away. By the chip or by the deft handling, he isn't sure. All he knows is that his body is completely open to Thrawn's ever whim and his mind's following rapidly behind it.
The first, low vibrations aren't enough to startle him, but they're good and he moans softly, hips shifting slightly. His legs stay spread; he knows his part in this is to be the show and he's not going to hide his reactions. His muscles clench around the vibrator and he feels his cock twitch against his belly, fully hard now and aching for touch he can't give.