And Molly wanted to ask what that meant but he could already feel Caleb getting into position, could feel the blunt press of the human’s cock at his hole. He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, heard Caleb groan softly as he rolled his hips forward, felt the brief moment of pressure before Caleb slipped inside him.
It really did feel good even if something else, something in the air, felt off. But soon, he was well past the point of dwelling on that, possibly past the point of even knowing what day it was. Caleb built up his pleasure slowly, steadily, with a relentless rhythm of snapping his hips in hard and then dragging himself out in a wickedly slow release. Soon, Molly found himself lost easily to the friction and burn and sweet pleasure-pain of it all, gasping out shameless pleas for more, squirming and writhing beneath Caleb, moving his hands to fist and tug at his hair…
Only to let out a startled yelp as Caleb grabbed his hands forcibly and shoved them back down on either side of his head again. His eyes flew open for all the good it did because for a bad, bad moment he didn’t even recognize the man on top of him. Caleb was panting far more than even their current position should have made him do, his eyes were wide and wild and much too bright.
“I told you to be still,” he whispered and the words were aimed at Molly but it was like Caleb was talking to someone else, staring right through him at some awful, private hell. “You need to keep still, you need to be good, you have to listen…” And Molly was too off balance, too focused on struggling to breathe through the panic and understand through the strangeness, to feel Caleb’s hands sliding down his arms and up to his throat until he felt the fingers closing tight.
And then tighter.
Surprise made him choke, losing what little air he had in his lungs. Words were well beyond him by then, chased back into the hidden corners of his mind by the fear, and that fear only grew sharper as Molly felt himself starting to go dizzy. “This is for your own good,” he heard Caleb saying, as if from at the other end of a tunnel, heedless of Molly scrabbling at his hands to try and make him let go. “If you can’t keep quiet I have to make you, it’s for your own good, you have to understand.”
He was going to die. He was going to die here and Caleb wasn’t even going to know he’d done it until too late and he was scared, he didn’t want to die, he was sorry sorry sorry he’d never wanted this to happen…
Acting entirely on instinct and base, animal terror, Molly brought one hand up and raked his nails down Caleb’s face. Caleb let go with a cry, falling back, falling off and clutching at his face. As air returned to his lungs, the sense of the eye mark on his back starting to bleed – entirely without conscious thought on his part - felt even sharper than it normally did. He saw Caleb’s eyes go black, saw tears of blood start to leak from the corners of them, and Molly took his chance to shove himself off the bed and away…
Except, in his panic, he shoved himself on the wrong side of the bed and was confronted with nothing but a wall. He looked back and the door was on the other side of the bed and Caleb was on the other side of the bed, wiping at his eyes and then staring at his hands and shaking like a leaf. Molly couldn’t make himself move closer, he couldn’t couldn’t couldn’t.
So he found himself curled up in the corner -- naked, wordless, panicking.
Mollymauk Tealeaf had gotten in over his head, and this time he'd nearly drowned.
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Ask Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies (5/?) [nonconsensual breathplay, panic attacks]
Date: 2019-02-09 05:41 pm (UTC)It really did feel good even if something else, something in the air, felt off. But soon, he was well past the point of dwelling on that, possibly past the point of even knowing what day it was. Caleb built up his pleasure slowly, steadily, with a relentless rhythm of snapping his hips in hard and then dragging himself out in a wickedly slow release. Soon, Molly found himself lost easily to the friction and burn and sweet pleasure-pain of it all, gasping out shameless pleas for more, squirming and writhing beneath Caleb, moving his hands to fist and tug at his hair…
Only to let out a startled yelp as Caleb grabbed his hands forcibly and shoved them back down on either side of his head again. His eyes flew open for all the good it did because for a bad, bad moment he didn’t even recognize the man on top of him. Caleb was panting far more than even their current position should have made him do, his eyes were wide and wild and much too bright.
“I told you to be still,” he whispered and the words were aimed at Molly but it was like Caleb was talking to someone else, staring right through him at some awful, private hell. “You need to keep still, you need to be good, you have to listen…” And Molly was too off balance, too focused on struggling to breathe through the panic and understand through the strangeness, to feel Caleb’s hands sliding down his arms and up to his throat until he felt the fingers closing tight.
And then tighter.
Surprise made him choke, losing what little air he had in his lungs. Words were well beyond him by then, chased back into the hidden corners of his mind by the fear, and that fear only grew sharper as Molly felt himself starting to go dizzy. “This is for your own good,” he heard Caleb saying, as if from at the other end of a tunnel, heedless of Molly scrabbling at his hands to try and make him let go. “If you can’t keep quiet I have to make you, it’s for your own good, you have to understand.”
He was going to die. He was going to die here and Caleb wasn’t even going to know he’d done it until too late and he was scared, he didn’t want to die, he was sorry sorry sorry he’d never wanted this to happen…
Acting entirely on instinct and base, animal terror, Molly brought one hand up and raked his nails down Caleb’s face. Caleb let go with a cry, falling back, falling off and clutching at his face. As air returned to his lungs, the sense of the eye mark on his back starting to bleed – entirely without conscious thought on his part - felt even sharper than it normally did. He saw Caleb’s eyes go black, saw tears of blood start to leak from the corners of them, and Molly took his chance to shove himself off the bed and away…
Except, in his panic, he shoved himself on the wrong side of the bed and was confronted with nothing but a wall. He looked back and the door was on the other side of the bed and Caleb was on the other side of the bed, wiping at his eyes and then staring at his hands and shaking like a leaf. Molly couldn’t make himself move closer, he couldn’t couldn’t couldn’t.
So he found himself curled up in the corner -- naked, wordless, panicking.
Mollymauk Tealeaf had gotten in over his head, and this time he'd nearly drowned.