His submissive glands are clearly working overtime. And there could be a few reasons for that. He might be close to heat. It might be whatever they did to try to turn him into a Dominant. It might be the imbalance of his mounting glands, and so his submissive glands are trying to compensate. It might just be that he doesn’t get them expressed or get something inside to keep them soft and healthy.

“No, I—no,” Daniel whimpers, and his passage ripples against Liam’s fingers, wanting to suck him in deeper.

“Sorry, sweetheart. It will get better. You’re really sore, poor thing.” He slowly works his fingers in and out, grazing the gland carefully. Daniel’s breathing hitches, his neck and face getting flushed, and he rocks gently against his fingers.

Liam pulls out.

“Oh,” Daniel says, sounding devastated.

“We’re not done. You’re opening easily, and it should feel pretty good, I think.” Liam uses a bit more lube and slowly presses two in, watching Daniel’s hole open right up. He’s careful of Daniel’s massive gland while he goes deep, letting him feel full for a moment. “We’ll go slow as you need.”

Daniel nods and whimpers. His gaze stays locked on Liam like a good submissive.

“Are you watching me for approval or to see if it’s making me hard?”

“Yes. I mean both,” Daniel says, after another sharp inhale. “Want you to like it. Like me.”

“I do. Very much. How about you move a little? Rock against my fingers. I think you can come, sweetheart.”

Daniel blinks at him, eyes shining with tears. “And it’s… okay? To do it from this?”

Which makes Liam want to kill everyone who’s even so much as looked at Daniel Burrows. “More than okay. Necessary. This is how you’re meant to come.”

Daniel’s passage clenches around his fingers, then his cock twitches and a fat spill of come slips out of him. His hand strays towards his cock.

“Hand at your side, honey. This is what we’re doing right now,” Liam orders. “Now, go on, Daniel. I’m waiting. I want this for you. Make me happy, boy.”

“Oh, D—hmm,” he says, catching himself. His hips rock while he grinds against Liam’s fingers, almost instantly stiffening, cock jerking as he comes, flooding messily all over his stomach. Daniel doesn’t stop, working Liam’s fingers before he’s even done pulsing. He rocks and rocks and then comes again with a startled cry, pressing hard into Liam’s fingers, a filthy grind against the gland. The gland softens and shrinks; he can feel it as Daniel pants and gets his breath back.

“Good boy. That’s just wonderful, Daniel.”

Daniel looks to him for approval, tentative and sweet. “I did it right?”

It’s an awful question. “Yes, Daniel. You were perfect.”