They whimper, a delicate sound, thin like gossamer. Justin always feels just a little too wide at the base, a little too challenging to fit in completely comfortably, but Monty’s learned to associate that slightly painful stretch with being wanted, being adored, with having properly pleased their Patron.

“Yes,” they reply, arms linking behind the man’s neck, keeping his face close, their breaths mingling together as their bodies move in tandem. “Just like this. Wish we could be just like this always.”

They rock their hips up, grinding in small circles, feels the way their piercings throb as they’re continually stimulated and pressed against. Monty focuses in on that special sensation as they kiss Justin back slowly, sweetly. The burst of feeling behind it all, shared between the hot press of their lips is strangely overwhelming.