[This is so strange. He probably should find it all too bizarre to be enjoyable, but whatever sensors are in place prevent anything like that line of thought. He can feel himself jerk, back arching, while everything keeps feeling hotter, more tense, the longer this goes on.]
[He can't hold back a cry this time. It's high-pitched and more like a bird than anything out of his mouth should be. His fingers are digging into the wall, hips jerking in the other's gip.]
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[He can't hold back a cry this time. It's high-pitched and more like a bird than anything out of his mouth should be. His fingers are digging into the wall, hips jerking in the other's gip.]
[He's all but undone, just by this alone.]