[Rhys makes a noise in the back of his throat, low and rough and needy, and he's leaning so hard into that press that he's practically grinding against the other inmate. He wraps one arm around Betelgeuse's shoulders, hanging onto him, while his free hand scrambles to grab one of BJ's wrists.]
I am going to lose my mind if you don't fuck me. [This comes out in a rush, half garbled and urgent.] I swear to god-- I'm like, two minutes away from just coming on your shirt and then you won't wash it because water and then you're just gonna spend the rest of your undead life smelling of my cum-- so we need to like-- change position, or you need to open your shirt-- and I really need you to get your fingers in my asshole right now.
[Was that a lot? It didn't feel like a lot, but Rhys isn't currently in a great mental space for judging how much is a lot right now.]
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[Rhys makes a noise in the back of his throat, low and rough and needy, and he's leaning so hard into that press that he's practically grinding against the other inmate. He wraps one arm around Betelgeuse's shoulders, hanging onto him, while his free hand scrambles to grab one of BJ's wrists.]
I am going to lose my mind if you don't fuck me. [This comes out in a rush, half garbled and urgent.] I swear to god-- I'm like, two minutes away from just coming on your shirt and then you won't wash it because water and then you're just gonna spend the rest of your undead life smelling of my cum-- so we need to like-- change position, or you need to open your shirt-- and I really need you to get your fingers in my asshole right now.
[Was that a lot? It didn't feel like a lot, but Rhys isn't currently in a great mental space for judging how much is a lot right now.]