Adam's hand was quick to grab Reagan's chin as he pressed the heel of his palm down on Reagan's throat. For a moment, it seemed as if Adam was trying to push the man's Adam's Apple through to the back of his spine. "Don't," he said angrily, the fury barely contained in his usually calm voice. "Fucking don't." His hand squeezed harder on Reagan's windpipe, crushing it cruelly.
Kind enough to use lubrication, he slipped his thumb inside of Reagan, already slicked with lotion. He knew that if the man just relaxed, he could make him feel so good. "Shh," he hissed as his hand went to cover Reagan's mouth, not liking the things he was spouting.
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