"Just a little." he soothes, because he knows Billy can take it, he's young and can recover quick, and there's no real damage being done, just agonizing bliss and exhaustion. So no, he doesn't yield, but he also doesn't plan on taking him as far as needing that safe-word, he just wants to bring him too close.

Daken just leaves him to writhe and beg, keeping him pinned against the sheets with a firm hand between his shoulderblades, fucking that toy into him with deep, thrusts, unrelentless until he's nearly shaking apart beneath him.