This wasn't good. Of course, Vincenzo knew that. All the rape porn he'd watch would have pain turning into pleasure, but Vincenzo felt none of that, too dry and hard, everything fucking ripping. The sharp backhand rattled his head, and he hadn't even recovered when he felt fingers in his mouth.
Vincenzo gave the man a flat look as if to ask him fucking, really? Well, as long as he was self-aware about it, Vincenzo bit down hard like a clamp, threatening to bite his actual fingers off. And it would stay that way until he decided otherwise, because who the hell touched a Venus flytrap and expected to keep their goddamn fingers.
He bucked into his thrusts with enthusiasm because it was so much more unpleasant the deeper he got. He raised his legs up, wrapping them around Kain's shoulders and attempting to pull him down on top of him.
Vincenzo gave the man a flat look as if to ask him fucking, really? Well, as long as he was self-aware about it, Vincenzo bit down hard like a clamp, threatening to bite his actual fingers off. And it would stay that way until he decided otherwise, because who the hell touched a Venus flytrap and expected to keep their goddamn fingers.
He bucked into his thrusts with enthusiasm because it was so much more unpleasant the deeper he got. He raised his legs up, wrapping them around Kain's shoulders and attempting to pull him down on top of him.