[He's takes a breath as he sits, allowing himself to be tied down. There's an apprehension in him but it is almost drowned out by the longing from the cider. He knows this is going to hurt but he wants it to.
He craves it.
He still isn't ready when his finger snaps and he cries out, quickly stifled. But even as pain floods him so does pleasure and he breathes out, in something almost like relief.]
cw: broken bones
He craves it.
He still isn't ready when his finger snaps and he cries out, quickly stifled. But even as pain floods him so does pleasure and he breathes out, in something almost like relief.]