[Curtain keeps lazily letting Booker chew through his mouth and kiss him with only minimal complaints. he could be fighting back, but he is too spent and too emotionally messed up to make an effort anymore. there's just quiet sounds of discomfort peppering the low encouraging hums he's also letting out (though whether that is for Booker's benefit or his own, it remains a mystery).

he keeps working Booker's cock up until it starts becoming soft and retreating, but even as that happens, he gives it one last thorough stroke with both hands for good measure.

damn this is going to be so much to clean up...]