Haakon feels every part of his feet being licked, tasted, bit, claimed, owned, shamed, Liams mouth probing his first portions as they wiggle just slightly. Haakon throws his arms for the door knob, but misses, falling on to the deck hard and slightly tired. He hurts a little, yelling "ouch!", with especially sharp pain in his wrist, and was a little bruised, as his toenails slid down Liams tongue followed by the top of his feet, wet and salty, and his tender feet bottoms felt the soft top of Liams mouth and Liams wet, moist, warm tonsils, dragging across them as his heels were now bit in to and his toes touched the wet, inviting escophagus, which gives like a pillow as he presses in to it, and then his ankles were licked, followed by saliva all over his legs and licking that enticed him, exhillarated him and scared him all at once.<br/><br/>He screams, as more of him disappears down Liams throat, crying, something he had never done before and never thought a man should do, and a great dark dread and sorrow swallowed his entire soul as he sees nothing but Liam and devourment, flailing about vainly with his hands and wiggling back and forth. He is now up to his knees, the lower kneecap being licked. He looks like mess, and he doesn't care. His erection continues, now seven inches long. Anxiously, he grabs with his right hand the leg of a small wooden chair by a desk near the door, but it is not bolted down to anything, and the left hand simply presses stubbornly against the cold deck as he yells a primal yell of a billion years, the saliva from before, now cold, still on his face dripping in to his mouth and eyes and combining with sweat and tears, both on his face and in his hair. His muscles flex, and he tries to climb off of the knee cap with his hamstrings, but to no avail. His mind remarks on the beauty of the movement of his hamstrings, pulling and pushing so hopelessly with Liams mouth now to his kneecaps and bites going in to his calfs flexing against them, bleeding with the bites, and every ounce of him deliciously going in to Liam one step at a time as he holds on to a chair leg, wiggles, and tests friction with his left hand, which only has any bind at all due to his work callouses.