[ He expects Jayce to withdraw, to give him a reprieve from the onslaught of pleasure that's left him feeling so weak, but the break doesn't come. He's hypersensitive and whines from the overstimulation, stars dancing in the edges of his vision, but he doesn't ask for mercy. The orgasm draws out until his whole body feels like static, nerves buzzing and eyelids so heavy and all thought pushed to the corners of his mind. He can hear Jayce's voice like it comes from a distance, or lives inside of him, clear but incomprehensible. All the while, those wicked fingers keep working inside of him and coax him back to the brink faster than ever. His cock hasn't even had the chance to harden again, milked dry of even precome.
Orgasm crashes through him, body shaking against Jayce's chest, voice hoarse and unable to do little more than moan and whine and groan. The white flash behind his eyes is quickly overcome by black as he slips to unconsciousness then and there, clinging to Jayce. ]
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Orgasm crashes through him, body shaking against Jayce's chest, voice hoarse and unable to do little more than moan and whine and groan. The white flash behind his eyes is quickly overcome by black as he slips to unconsciousness then and there, clinging to Jayce. ]