[ IV growls, eyes averted so that he can still avoid looking directly at it, and struggles against its grip the best he can.

(for all the good that it does)

(he doesn't want to give in, he wants to fight but it's strong and it's forcing his mouth open and)

(and it would be so easy to give in)

(it's promising to make him feel good)

(it's paying so much attention to him and he wants)

(his whole body trembles with the anticipation and the way he wants to surge forward into every touch but he can't, he can't he has to resist has to stay in control)

He can't talk, with his mouth pulled open like this, but he squirms and rocks in the tendrils holding him and tries his utmost to look defiant. Look like he has even the slightest hope of resisting.

(look like he's not minutes away from begging) ]