Reactive and desperate about sums him up. He's shaking more and more as Adam continues his relentless fucking. He maintains his own lubricant levels, listening to the wet sucking sounds, and feeling his own arousal levels reach critical.

He's still murmuring into the sheets when Adam pulls his head back, a reckless moan escaping his throat at the sharp feeling. Pain and pleasure mingled, the theme of his existence in this moment. "M-master!" he gasps, arching his back into the assault.

"F-feels so good, thank y-you! Thank you..." Tears are forming in his eyes in reaction to the overstimulation, and his cock throbs, close to the edge. "Please, please... f-fuck me... u-use me..." the pleasure he finds in obeying the order nearly pushes him over that edge.

"Please can I... can I cum, Master..."