[He thinks he liked it better when he was tied to a chair. Instead, Kleken's fingers tease his inner walls and Luke's body shudders, thighs shifting a little further apart.]

You—

[He can't even find himself mad about it right now. It's desperation that the drugs bring to him, the unsatisfying stroke of fingers sending pangs of need through every muscle, soaking them with every movement.]

... haah... [It's a shaky rattle of breath, his cheeks and expression betraying the indignity of the words to come.] ... please. I can't stand it... I want them deep inside.

[His whole body feels almost numb with anticipation.]

Ughh... please... fill me thoroughly. [you bastard, he doesn't say.]