Without magic, without his weapons, and now with his arms bound behind his back and his legs weak and shaking from multiple orgasms, running seemed like an impossible dream. The thought came to mind, of course, as Tseng yanked him about. He even looked towards the door as the idea lingered, though with the bindings wrapped around his arms and Tseng's voice low and soft in his ear, the thought flickered and died.

On unsteady legs, he made for the bed, dragging his gaze from the door towards his true destination. It would take a moment to arrange himself, tired as he was, hot and broken as he was, his body slick with sweat. He could hazard a good guess what position the other man would prefer to see, something slutty, something demeaning. His head rested upon the pillow, his legs splayed, propped up upon his knees as he lifted his ass like a cat in heat and raised his tail up and away from his prepped and stretched hole.

Open, waiting, trembling with his face buried in the pillow to hide his burning shame, even as his needy cock dripped precum.