[That is more than enough, at this point, to make him sob. He's flinching under your touch, and squirming from the slow burn of the heat that's building right back up in his gut. The nerves you've only recently set on fire are coming alive again, and shuddering just beneath his sweat-slicked skin. When he finally manages to turn his gaze towards you, you'll note how dark his eyes have gone and how the look in them has shattered, trapped as he is in his love for you and the frustration that comes with being tormented this way.
It's hard to speak over the dryness and tightness in his throat, the static in his brain. He tries to anyway.]
P-please... please don't make me.
[Yes, he is begging now. Ruin him as much as you like, but don't hold him down and make him say, for himself, just how far he's willing to break down for you, and all of the other things that he wants you to do to him.
(Granted, if you push him hard enough, he will. He'll fold and he'll break and he'll give, because it's you. He believes in you so perfectly, trusts you so completely, that the mere possibility of you failing to take him where you both need to go or for you to rebuild his world in exactly your liking for his benefit is the furthest from his mind.)]
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It's hard to speak over the dryness and tightness in his throat, the static in his brain. He tries to anyway.]
P-please... please don't make me.
[Yes, he is begging now. Ruin him as much as you like, but don't hold him down and make him say, for himself, just how far he's willing to break down for you, and all of the other things that he wants you to do to him.
(Granted, if you push him hard enough, he will. He'll fold and he'll break and he'll give, because it's you. He believes in you so perfectly, trusts you so completely, that the mere possibility of you failing to take him where you both need to go or for you to rebuild his world in exactly your liking for his benefit is the furthest from his mind.)]