<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Cygnus held him here once he was fully seated, but his one simply request, protest or no, didn't go over well. Warning there as well, but it wasn't enough for Altair to keep his mouth shut. Cygnus had finished early enough before, and he wasn't sure it was worth it to do it himself, or let the captain rape him and get it over with. At least he wouldn't have need to focus, and maintain any sort of rhythm.<br/>
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“Not all men prefer to fuck dry, but maybe you are used to it,” Altair snapped, irritated at his patronizing tone, and also that he would be denied. “Surely it would feel better for you. It certainly would feel better for me after the fucking you gave me.” There was resentment in his voice that transferred straight to the movements of his hips. Altair didn't care, because in this case it would serve him. He had a difficult enough time riding Cygnus how he wanted, but he used that little bit of risen irritation. Altair had placed his hands overlapping on Cygnus' chest, in order to help bring himself up and down along Cygnus' cock, but he was winded far sooner than he ever though he'd imagine. It was far from comfortable, especially with Cygnus' size. He was already sore, but he knew how to relax. The spit had helped a little, but it wasn't enough. At least Cygnus wasn't moving.<br/>
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Altair's expression wasn't so present. It was obvious he was just going through the motions, but Altair's eyes snapped back to Cygnus when he felt him touch his cock. He was expecting something awful. For Cygnus to hurt him where he was most sensitive, and there was the wild look of fear on Altair's face for just a second before he licked his lips, comprehending what Cygnus was asking him.<br/>
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Altair didn't know what failing him in that task would invoke. It would be something vile, he was sure, and Altair slowed his pace considerably, leaned back, and closed his eyes. He gave a valiant effort, his brow knitting together in concentration. Long dexterous fingers wrapped around his flaccid cock, and he tried to pace himself in a way that he might enjoy. He tried to pretend he was riding anyone other than the man he was actually on top of. His first master, when he was younger, brazen enough to climb astride him that first time. When that didn't work, he thought of another slave he favored, owned by a strict sort of man. They would sneak off and fuck like common peasants out behind the stables. Frustration soon marred his features. He was just as soft as ever, and his worry over what Cygnus would do was not helping. Blood refused to flow to his groin, being used in other places. His heart was hammering away, nerves starting to get the better of him. Anger added to it, and he knew the task was going to be impossible for Altair, someone who could usually make the best of a bad situation and still glean pleasure for himself. His ass hurt, his back was on fire, and he was scared of Cygnus. Altair hated him for all of it with every part of his being.<br/>
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“I'm sorry. I do not find this arousing. Maybe if I turned the other way.” Meaning, facing away so that he wouldn't have to look at Cygnus. In reality, he knew that wouldn't work either. His words had sounded sweet, but they were anything but. He was making his disdain known because Cygnus hadn't taken away his ability to speak. It was too much to be raped and to have to make himself enjoy it, it seemed. He was both furious and disgusted at the notion. He leaned forward again, hoping to pick a pace that would suit Cygnus, because it wasn't going to work for him. Maybe if he'd had the oil to begin with, but the more he found himself disgusted with Cygnus, the less likely it seemed he would ever take pleasure in the man.</span></span>