[ And that effectively dashes any chance of him recovering at all. He squirms beneath your weight, another half-hearted noise of protest escaping from his throat, and then he's falling to watching you, breath shallowly whispering past his lips in increasingly short drags.
He can't help himself anymore, really. You're pushing him past breaking, where he'll be hard-pressed to obey you in whatever you ask him to do. It's a good thing that he's given you full license to be as demanding, intense, creative, and uncompromising as you like, then, huh? ]
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He can't help himself anymore, really. You're pushing him past breaking, where he'll be hard-pressed to obey you in whatever you ask him to do. It's a good thing that he's given you full license to be as demanding, intense, creative, and uncompromising as you like, then, huh? ]