Dominic clamped one hand tightly around his waist, while the other reached around to the front, seizing Lucien's chin and forcing his face up. His fingers caressed the swollen, bruised lips from which a clear string of saliva was unconsciously trickling down. He leaned in close, gently licking that stream of liquid from the chin up to the corner of Lucien's mouth, before driving in with another forceful thrust.
"How old are you exactly? How could you be so 'hungry' that you are literally drooling like this?"
"Does my fucking make you feel that incredibly good?"
"Do you want it to feel even better? Move on your own, grind your hips back into me."
As if hypnotized, Lucien genuinely tried to arch his body, his hips pushing back weakly to catch every single one of Dominic's thrusts. But utterly exhausted and drained of all strength, he only managed to grind a few times before his entire body melted into a limp puddle, helplessly leaving Dominic to do whatever Dominic pleased.
