He groans through his clenched teeth, his fingers curling into tightened fists. Normally, he might bark out a laugh at the reminder of his safeword, but now it's just a broken moan. ]
Fu—ck you.
[ There's a defiant little grin that manages to make its way to his face, though it's almost immediately banished with another rough thrust of Peter's fingers, another mind-numbing flash of pressure against his prostate. ]
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Cool.
He groans through his clenched teeth, his fingers curling into tightened fists. Normally, he might bark out a laugh at the reminder of his safeword, but now it's just a broken moan. ]
Fu—ck you.
[ There's a defiant little grin that manages to make its way to his face, though it's almost immediately banished with another rough thrust of Peter's fingers, another mind-numbing flash of pressure against his prostate. ]