Damn that stings, and Nida's hips buck at that. So good, to have those sharp pain to keep him grounded here. Pleasure alone is a bit much, needs the distance from affection. Of course now he's cursing because that mouth is back on him and he moans, trying to rock up into it.


"Right, no smartass," he pants, grip tightening on Bull's horn. "I'll behave, just don't stop."