Could such a coquettish, whimpering plea truly soften the man's heart enough to let Lucien off the hook? Of course not. As a man, hearing those whimpering pleas while in bed only served to drive one even more intensely insane.
Therefore, the rhythm of his thrusts grew increasingly bold and unrestrained.
Dominic Vance took Lucien's earlobe into his mouth, coaxing him: "Be a good boy, it is alright. I saw how exceptionally well you swallowed my cock just now."
Lucien's posture had been shifted.
Dominic Vance leaned back against the bathtub, while Lucien had his back pressed against Dominic's chest, his legs spread wide open. One of Lucien's legs rested weakly and powerlessly on the edge of the tub, sliding up and down a few times with every single thrust from the man. He leaned his back against Dominic's chest, murmuring softly while gripping Dominic's arm tightly, leaving several bright red scratch marks on the man's bicep.
"Please... hic... s-slower a bit..."
Lucien's voice was thoroughly hoarse, his consciousness blurring as he could only sob and beg the other man to spare him for just a brief moment. His lower entrance had been pounded until it was completely numb, and a faint, aching sourness blossomed within his stomach. His vision blurred entirely, clouded with a veil of tears, while his heavy, ragged breathing synchronized with every deep thrust from Dominic Vance.
The man forced Lucien to tilt his head, then planted a kiss on those tear-soaked eyelids. As the salty tears fell upon the tip of his tongue, Dominic Vance pulled away, gliding downward to capture Lucien's lips.
He was far more gentle than he had been moments ago.
Naturally, this so-called gentleness did not extend to the cock that was currently driving into Lucien's lower abdomen at a terrifying, relentless speed.
The man's hair was drenched in water, drooping down as he leaned in to kiss Lucien, allowing a few stray droplets to fall onto Lucien's face. Lucien had his mouth blocked by Dominic, but the sensation of the falling water still felt uncomfortable, causing him to let out a few muffled whimpers. Dominic Vance pulled away from Lucien's lips, then raised a hand to slick back the wet hair plastered over his forehead, exposing a smooth, shiny brow and a pair of sharp, piercing eyebrows. Drops of water crept around the hollows of his eyes, trailing down the bridge of his tall, straight nose.
Then, at some unknown point, Dominic had grabbed the bottle of shower gel. That hand, slick with liquid, slithered across Lucien's skin, causing Lucien's soft hums to grow increasingly sweet and melodious. Dominic Vance's fingers rolled the tip of the nipple in circles, spreading the foamy lather evenly across Lucien's entire chest.
As the fine bubbles frothed up, the man's fingertips alternated between rolling and flicking, sending a wave of numbness straight through Lucien's waist.
That slippery, wet hand skillfully kneading him truly brought Lucien an immense amount of pleasure, and the sticky sensation of the shower gel on his chest only made the entire situation feel even more depraved. Whenever the intense pleasure from his nipples combined with the deep thrusts from below pushed Lucien to the very edge of climax, Dominic Vance would maliciously give the already swollen, red nipple a vicious pinch.
This caused Lucien to jolt entirely, letting out a sobbing hiccup, only for his cries to be shattered into fragments by the relentless pounding of the cock from below. After being subjected to this multiple times, Lucien's body genuinely could not take it anymore; his legs turned completely to jelly, and his lower abdomen burned with a dull, persistent heat. His penis continuously leaked streams of seminal fluid, unable to shoot out yet unable to stop completely.
This time, Lucien was genuinely terrified, bursting into loud sobs: "Hic... n-no more... it is going to break, it is ruined... hic..."
Perhaps seeing Lucien crying so pitifully, Dominic Vance finally took pity on him and paused for a moment. Truth be told, this appearance of Lucien only served to trigger the beastly instincts within the man to erupt even further. But since it was his first time after all, Dominic figured he should not bully him too excessively.
"It is alright, it is alright..." Dominic Vance coaxed in a soft voice, his fingers wiping away the teardrops from Lucien's face as he spoke.
"It is alright, it is alright..." Dominic Vance coaxed gently, his hoarse voice still lingering with the aftertaste of an unquenched desire. That rough hand, bearing faint calluses, tenderly lifted Lucien's chin, while his thumb clumsily yet patiently wiped away the salty tear stains from the corners of his swollen, red eyes.
Accompanying those coaxing words, Dominic Vance gripped Lucien's waist and, decisively but without being rough, completely pulled his massive cock out of the tight, narrow entrance.
"Nngh... ah..."
The sudden loss of an internal anchor for his body weight caused Lucien to let out a choked hiccup. The pitiful entrance, having been manipulated to the point of swelling and turning a deep red, reluctantly contracted a few times, spilling out a stream of cloudy liquid that mingled with the bathwater in the tub. Lucien's entire body instantly went limp, softening like a puddle of water as he fell powerlessly into the solid, muscular chest of the man behind him.