[Felid moans softly, leans back to drag Glen's legs p and apart, sliding his hands down between them to stroke his cock. He lifts his fingers a moment, licking them, making a show of it, sensual and slow before pressing them wet and warm into Glen.]
[He tightens his knees a little at the feeling, but only just that bit, shuddering and gasping and clinging to Felid like he really wants this. And he does, or part of him does, even while another part of him remembers being taunted and humiliated for showing any kind of reaction just a little while ago. Not that this whole situation isn't just one much bigger mind game. But he doesn't care, he doesn't care, as long as it feels like he's loved and wanted. It's bullshit, but he's losing his mind and he needs to feel something positive or he'll just break faster.]
[Felid kisses his throat, a sweet endearment, a reward for good behavior, resting Glen's legs over his shoulders as he spreads him with gentle fingers--he's never been this nice about it before Glen was a vampire, but now? He's so attentive and gentle it would drive anyone insane at the contrast. It's hard to imagine these are the same hands that hurt and broke him a year ago.]
[His fingers spread and curl when Glen's ready, teasing his prostate a bit.]
[It's reflex to hold the response in, to be quiet and stubborn. Knowing he's being manipulated and that his submission is a sick game to Felid makes him want to be as difficult as always, too. But a bigger part of him just tells that instinct to shut up, shut up, because there's nothing he can do, and he wants to feel something that isn't awful, and maybe, maybe he should just be grateful for this because at least it doesn't hurt anymore, not in the ways it used to, and at least, even if it's a gross forced lie, he does love Felid. He feels a little like crying, a lot disgusted at himself, but he just shoves that down and almost spitefully lets himself respond nice and loud, back arching as he presses against Felid's fingers in search of more, more pleasure, more of this fake feeling of love.]
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[Felid moans softly, leans back to drag Glen's legs p and apart, sliding his hands down between them to stroke his cock. He lifts his fingers a moment, licking them, making a show of it, sensual and slow before pressing them wet and warm into Glen.]
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[His fingers spread and curl when Glen's ready, teasing his prostate a bit.]
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