[ there's another curse, drawn out-- his back arches and he's crying out, because even though there's that pinch of pain it's still overwhelmed by all the pleasure he's feeling. this is torture, plain and simple, and before he probably wouldn't have been as affected as he is now, but this-- Ticky's pretty much trained him into liking this, and the thought leaves a bad aftertaste in his mouth.

he can't think long on this, though, because as tired as he is his body has other ideas. he doesn't want to come, and the way he suddenly jabs fingers into Ticky's eye and curls is proof enough of that. if not, then the incessant cursing should probably paint him a picture, but it's not like it's gonna help anyway. ]

Fuck fuck fuck God Ticky-- [ he thrusts into his hand despite the promise of pain, though perhaps it's because he expects to be hurt that he's moving so enthusiastically against him. forward, then back, shoving against Ticky's fingers and then thrusting back to get him inside, deeper, deeper, not quite angling with his prostate but shaking as if he'd hit it all the same ]