That's all he can say as Byleth moves to rise to his challenge. Of course there was initially a glower at that mocking of his voice, but that glower quickly shifted to astonishment as Byleth spreads him and then proceeds to tickle his hole. That causes a full body jolt, followed by desperate thrashing as he tries to do...something, anything, to get away from that sensation. It's not that it's bad, in fact it does feel good in a way? It's less ticklish exactly, more tantalizing and teasing, causing a weird prickle of pleasure to pass through him from the site of contact through his nerve endings. It most certainly affects his dick and makes him need for more stimulation—see the issue that Emet-Selch has with what's happening, why he's trying to struggle and get away from it, has little to do with the sensation at all.
This is just so utterly humiliating in a way he didn't think possible he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He certainly doesn't want to come like this, because this is mortifying. Especially since he enjoys how it feels! Tucking his head against his arm, he tries to hide his face as he bites back a sound that attempts to leave him. He's horrified as he feels his lower abdominals tighten, that building of pressure that's been teased and edged for the past however long betrays him in this moment, and despite everything he feels the threat of an orgasm. He teeters on the edge of a precipice he does not want to fall off of. Not like this.
"Please..." He doesn't specify the request, he hardly has the mind to, he simply is trying his most to not come like this. Willing to plead if he must to avoid it. His voice is high and desperate, pathetic really. Honestly, one would think he'd be more ashamed of that, than the idea of coming like this.
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That's all he can say as Byleth moves to rise to his challenge. Of course there was initially a glower at that mocking of his voice, but that glower quickly shifted to astonishment as Byleth spreads him and then proceeds to tickle his hole. That causes a full body jolt, followed by desperate thrashing as he tries to do...something, anything, to get away from that sensation. It's not that it's bad, in fact it does feel good in a way? It's less ticklish exactly, more tantalizing and teasing, causing a weird prickle of pleasure to pass through him from the site of contact through his nerve endings. It most certainly affects his dick and makes him need for more stimulation—see the issue that Emet-Selch has with what's happening, why he's trying to struggle and get away from it, has little to do with the sensation at all.
This is just so utterly humiliating in a way he didn't think possible he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He certainly doesn't want to come like this, because this is mortifying. Especially since he enjoys how it feels! Tucking his head against his arm, he tries to hide his face as he bites back a sound that attempts to leave him. He's horrified as he feels his lower abdominals tighten, that building of pressure that's been teased and edged for the past however long betrays him in this moment, and despite everything he feels the threat of an orgasm. He teeters on the edge of a precipice he does not want to fall off of. Not like this.
"Please..." He doesn't specify the request, he hardly has the mind to, he simply is trying his most to not come like this. Willing to plead if he must to avoid it. His voice is high and desperate, pathetic really. Honestly, one would think he'd be more ashamed of that, than the idea of coming like this.