[John grunts against the covers, breathing in cheap laundry detergent and stale bedding and not a lot of oxygen. He's taken a lot more than a finger or two up the ass, but he's still tight enough around Cable's finger, relaxing little by little.]
[His cock twitches, the arousal coiling tightly around the root of his spine, pulling at the muscles in his thighs. The metal hand feels strange against the back of his neck, cooler and harder than flesh, and tugging at his scalp. He can't be himself, like this - there's only so much smartassery that anyone can manage with their face shoved into the mattress - but that's a feature, not a bug. All he can really do is push his hips back against Cable's hand, encouraging the slick press of his fingers.]
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[His cock twitches, the arousal coiling tightly around the root of his spine, pulling at the muscles in his thighs. The metal hand feels strange against the back of his neck, cooler and harder than flesh, and tugging at his scalp. He can't be himself, like this - there's only so much smartassery that anyone can manage with their face shoved into the mattress - but that's a feature, not a bug. All he can really do is push his hips back against Cable's hand, encouraging the slick press of his fingers.]