Akira wants to say it even, tries to distribute the words to allow him to roll them off his tongue, but the pain of being reentered stops him. He thought it had been bad enough the first time, thought it had been awful with Mink simply sheathed inside of him, and he thought how unbearable it was when Mink decided to move and pull out.
None of it prepares Akira any better for the ripping burn that claws mercilessly against him without hesitation or relent. It still doesn't end, though. And even when he knows it's coming, knows this is going to come again and again in the same manner, even though the size of Mink's cock will undoubtedly stretch him to make him more accommodating to the other's body and actions, the pain never seems to lessen. Not with how he does it. And all of this being done dry makes everything worse. It's cruel, it's unwanted, it's violent, and Akira finds very little pleasure associated with it (but he supposes his body can, supposes against his wants and feelings it'll pull any small form of pleasure out of the brutal actions it can and make them work to stimulate his body.)
It's too much, he knows he tries to resist, tries to let nothing escape him. But he also knows the constant rhythm starting to be formed is sending blinding pain searing through him and things are starting to be seen in flashes with small instances blacked out. He's sure it spills from him almost every time, though, the vocal response to the pain that refuses to relent.
And each time, there's a dash of hope that it will end, that he will escape and avoid it coming back inside once it's removed, but Mink's pulling and constant repositioning make him feel hopelessly trapped. It only amplifies the surge of despair that lurches in his gut when he's sunk into again.
By the time Mink speaks, Akira can barely hear him. The blood pounding in his ears is deafening and listening to understand also means assessing his current situation once again. And it's still painful, still everything he fears and hates. He does want to keep watching Mink, wants to cling to some hope that staring him down despite all this being forced upon him will do something. He also has to be realistic and realize he can't keep that up forever.
There's a distinct rhythm by now that he recognizes, but it's when Mink looks back at him and reiterates the truth of his words with his actions that Akira finds himself flinching visibly, his eyes squeezing shut and momentarily blackening his vision. He knows it's punishment, he gets it, but he still doesn't understand why. He wants it to stop, wants all of it to stop, he'll do anything, he swears—
—but as scared as he is for himself, the fact this all has something to do with Aoba scares him even more. And it's something he has to consider, has to force himself to think on because perhaps Aoba would indeed be safer with Akira doing as told rather than Akira being stupid and stubborn. (But even then, he is realizing that he can't truly answer Mink's initial demands, anyway.)
His thoughts are crushed similar to how his throat practically collapses into itself when Mink's fingers gather at his neck and make that sudden motion. It's just once, but it's firm and real and Akira reacts accordingly, immediately trying to breathe in and pull the obstruction away. His whole body tenses unconsciously and uncontrollably. It just makes it all worse, all the more felt because with that hard and sharp thrust (moreso than what he's already been experiencing), it of course hurts. With his body constricting, the muscles in his ass also tightening considerably, he automatically tightens around Mink's cock, causing every ounce of force, rip, burn, and other sensation resulting from being fucked like this to be drawn out and amplified.
Again, he feels as if his consciousness is becoming splotchy. Maybe from the physical pain or the mental trauma, he doesn't know. What he does know is as much as he wants to, he doesn't remember screaming over the pain that he was sure couldn't have gotten much worse seconds before being proved wrong. But, he knows he must have because when the other loosens his hold on Akira's neck, he finds fresh tears burning behind closed eyes, generating an unpleasant coughing fit and his head has finally turned off to the side and he is unable to reassert that defiant gaze he had on Mink merely minutes ago.
Unwillingly, Akira is starting to realize that he may not be able to escape this without giving Mink exactly what he wants, after all. This may be a situation where struggling never reaps even the smallest of victories. He may very well have to obey when he reaches his breaking limit (and if he ever doubted he had one with all the things he'd been through up until now, he certainly doesn't, anymore. He's feeling worthless, used, violated, and whatever else might surface. But most of all, he feels dirty and all this trying to protect Aoba and their relationship business suddenly seems so futile, then. Because, if nothing else, there's now an overwhelming sense of disgust that is telling him he can't see Aoba, anyway, after this. He can't be around someone like him after being treated and ultimately becoming filth like this).
Still, the question concerning that other person isn't lost to anything or anyone (how could he ever ignore or miss something with that name?). But, it's too much, and he chokes back a sob before forcing the whisper of a dead-flowing desperate plea. (He can't answer that, he can't think about him any more than he already has.)
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Akira wants to say it even, tries to distribute the words to allow him to roll them off his tongue, but the pain of being reentered stops him. He thought it had been bad enough the first time, thought it had been awful with Mink simply sheathed inside of him, and he thought how unbearable it was when Mink decided to move and pull out.
None of it prepares Akira any better for the ripping burn that claws mercilessly against him without hesitation or relent. It still doesn't end, though. And even when he knows it's coming, knows this is going to come again and again in the same manner, even though the size of Mink's cock will undoubtedly stretch him to make him more accommodating to the other's body and actions, the pain never seems to lessen. Not with how he does it. And all of this being done dry makes everything worse. It's cruel, it's unwanted, it's violent, and Akira finds very little pleasure associated with it (but he supposes his body can, supposes against his wants and feelings it'll pull any small form of pleasure out of the brutal actions it can and make them work to stimulate his body.)
It's too much, he knows he tries to resist, tries to let nothing escape him. But he also knows the constant rhythm starting to be formed is sending blinding pain searing through him and things are starting to be seen in flashes with small instances blacked out. He's sure it spills from him almost every time, though, the vocal response to the pain that refuses to relent.
And each time, there's a dash of hope that it will end, that he will escape and avoid it coming back inside once it's removed, but Mink's pulling and constant repositioning make him feel hopelessly trapped. It only amplifies the surge of despair that lurches in his gut when he's sunk into again.
By the time Mink speaks, Akira can barely hear him. The blood pounding in his ears is deafening and listening to understand also means assessing his current situation once again. And it's still painful, still everything he fears and hates. He does want to keep watching Mink, wants to cling to some hope that staring him down despite all this being forced upon him will do something. He also has to be realistic and realize he can't keep that up forever.
There's a distinct rhythm by now that he recognizes, but it's when Mink looks back at him and reiterates the truth of his words with his actions that Akira finds himself flinching visibly, his eyes squeezing shut and momentarily blackening his vision. He knows it's punishment, he gets it, but he still doesn't understand why. He wants it to stop, wants all of it to stop, he'll do anything, he swears—
—but as scared as he is for himself, the fact this all has something to do with Aoba scares him even more. And it's something he has to consider, has to force himself to think on because perhaps Aoba would indeed be safer with Akira doing as told rather than Akira being stupid and stubborn. (But even then, he is realizing that he can't truly answer Mink's initial demands, anyway.)
His thoughts are crushed similar to how his throat practically collapses into itself when Mink's fingers gather at his neck and make that sudden motion. It's just once, but it's firm and real and Akira reacts accordingly, immediately trying to breathe in and pull the obstruction away. His whole body tenses unconsciously and uncontrollably. It just makes it all worse, all the more felt because with that hard and sharp thrust (moreso than what he's already been experiencing), it of course hurts. With his body constricting, the muscles in his ass also tightening considerably, he automatically tightens around Mink's cock, causing every ounce of force, rip, burn, and other sensation resulting from being fucked like this to be drawn out and amplified.
Again, he feels as if his consciousness is becoming splotchy. Maybe from the physical pain or the mental trauma, he doesn't know. What he does know is as much as he wants to, he doesn't remember screaming over the pain that he was sure couldn't have gotten much worse seconds before being proved wrong. But, he knows he must have because when the other loosens his hold on Akira's neck, he finds fresh tears burning behind closed eyes, generating an unpleasant coughing fit and his head has finally turned off to the side and he is unable to reassert that defiant gaze he had on Mink merely minutes ago.
Unwillingly, Akira is starting to realize that he may not be able to escape this without giving Mink exactly what he wants, after all. This may be a situation where struggling never reaps even the smallest of victories. He may very well have to obey when he reaches his breaking limit (and if he ever doubted he had one with all the things he'd been through up until now, he certainly doesn't, anymore. He's feeling worthless, used, violated, and whatever else might surface. But most of all, he feels dirty and all this trying to protect Aoba and their relationship business suddenly seems so futile, then. Because, if nothing else, there's now an overwhelming sense of disgust that is telling him he can't see Aoba, anyway, after this. He can't be around someone like him after being treated and ultimately becoming filth like this).
Still, the question concerning that other person isn't lost to anything or anyone (how could he ever ignore or miss something with that name?). But, it's too much, and he chokes back a sob before forcing the whisper of a dead-flowing desperate plea. (He can't answer that, he can't think about him any more than he already has.)
"...Please, don't..."