“That’s perfect, Daniel. Do I smell good?”

“Like home,” he mumbles into the shirt.

Liam chuckles, pleased. He gets the ultrasound wand ready and puts his thumb on Daniel’s hole, rubbing gently.

Daniel trembles and shifts his legs wider apart. He’s not used to being touched there and now the Dominant is touching him again and it’s just too much.

“Don’t. It feels good,” he mumbles, confused about where he is and what’s going on, lost in the floaty aroused feeling the shirt and this man make him feel.

“Oh, honey,” Liam says but doesn’t stop. “It should feel good. You’re going to be getting a lot of good things while we’re together. We don’t stop when things feel good, Daniel. That isn’t a reason to tell me no.”

Daniel whimpers.

“Now let’s get the wand in you. It goes deep.” Daniel doesn’t look as Liam gets the wand ready. He can hear the slathering of lubricant and his hips tilt even more, an instinctive response. The plastic wand isn’t all that cold but the lubricant Liam slathers on his hole is. And then he’s breached. The wand eases inside him, a stretch as his hole opens.

“Relax. Let it in. It’s not very big, honey. Just let it in,” Liam says.

“Oh god.” He’s going to come. This is too much. “Stop. Out. Take it out.”

“Why?” Liam asks. He goes still, using his free hand to rub soothing circles on Daniel’s back.

Daniel can’t say. They’ll hurt him if he’s honest.

“You’re clenching and releasing all over this wand, honey. And your cock is dripping. Do you need to come, Daniel? You can, baby.”

He whimpers. “Can I? Please?” Daniel begs, half expecting to get punished for begging but risking it because the need to come is too intense.

“Of course. Yes. What pretty manners you have, sweetheart.”

Daniel moans and comes, shifting a little so the head of the wand squeezes his glands. He knows he should be quiet but he can’t help it. There’s something inside him, finally, and his Dominant is here and the scent of him is in Daniel’s lungs. It’s perfect.

“Oh, oh. Th-thank you! Thank you,” he gasps, and then sobs into the shirt.

“You needed that, didn’t you?” Liam asks roughly. He strokes his hand up and down Daniel’s back and then he’s reaching between Daniel’s legs, stripping Daniel’s cock in quick, long strokes. Daniel flinches at the touch, conditioned to pain and denial.

“Shh, it’s alright to feel good, Daniel. I’m glad you came.”

The words don’t even make sense. They’re just not believable. No one has ever told him his pleasure was a good thing.