Murray: “AH FUCK!”

Simone: “Did that hurt?”

Murray was in a series of short breaths, exhaustion grabbing a hold of his throat. But he can’t let Simone down, not now.

Murray: “I.. I can’t tell if it hurts or not..”

Simone: “As long as you don’t feel like you’re bleeding, it’s going to be alright. Just let me lead, I know how to handle myself when it comes to another guy.”

Murray: “J-just don’t… go too hard..”

Simone: “I might. But just in case, we should make a safe word in case I go too hard.”

Murray: “A… safe word? Like ‘cucumber’ or ‘gold’..?”

Simone: “Yes, precisely my dear. And in this case..”

Simone leaned onto Murray, planting his body against his.

Simone: “I want you to yell your loudest if it hurts too much. I can differentiate them.”

Murray: “W-wait, what do you mean- AAH!”

Murray broke as he felt another surge of force within him. The sudden thrust overwhelming his senses, that he couldn’t keep it in anymore.

Murray: “AAAHH FUCK!”

With so much loss of control, he fell to the nearest pillow in front of him and planted his face into it. Trying to deal with Simone’s sudden change of pace. Using the pillow as something to bite into while Simone was busy with him.

Murray: “MMMMMFF! MNGHH!”

Simone: “Murray..”

Simone said with intent in the call, like the name meant something more, leaning down to Murray’s level to whisper in his ear.

Simone: “I can’t hear your sweet voice if you’re just going to suppress it like that. How can I tell if you’re in pain or enjoying this?~”