Past-Part Fills Post 1 -- CLOSED

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Toris let himself be rolled into his back, stomach clenching when the blond loomed over him. He relaxed a little as the other man bowed for a slow, sloppy kiss. Ivan's teeth teased his bottom lip as he felt caloused fingers rolling his nipple. The springs creaked with shifting weight, and Toris felt his arms being raised to meet above his head.

Here it comes.

Toris braced himself with spread his knees, expecting his master to crawl between them, open him up like he'd done to Felix so many years ago. If he was lucky, Ivan would stretch him first. If there was a God, he'd do it with lube.

But that wasn't where Ivan moved. Toris felt the mattress dip one either side of his chest, skin sliding along his underarms. He opened his eyes to find the man hovering over him, knees on either side of his chest, filling his vision with firm ass and hair-dusted thighs.

No. No. This was too much, too much to ask.

This was unnatural.

He saw Ivan lowering himself, felt flesh against his face, and had no way to avoid him. Short nails clawing his thighs only made Ivan press down more insistantly, gasp. Toris's nose was forced between the cheeks of his ass.

Toris clamped his lips shut. He wasn't going to cooperate-- he'd rather be beaten, rather be split open than taste Ivan's asshole. The repulsion made the helplessness so much worse, and he could feel his chest tightening. Panic was clawing at him, paralyzing him.

And he couldn't make himself breathe.

He was starting to feel dizzy. The air burned in his lungs. Desperate, Toris craned his neck until his nose was that little bit freer, mouth unintentionally pressing over that spot. He forced a little air out of his lungs, choking on the little he sucked back in.

Then he felt a hand rubbing gentle circles on his stomach.

A voice in the back of Toris's overwhelmed mind said that this was a trick, that he was in idiot, but he couldn't help finding comfort in caress. Focusing on it, he was able to force himself into a pattern of breathing that was too shallow, too quick.

He loosened his grip on the bigger man's thighs, leaving little red crescents where his nails had dug in. For the first time that night, tears trailed down his temples as the very tip of his tongue poked out from between his lips.