[ how could he have never foreseen this??

luci shudders, whining now that whisky's moving out - now he's remembered why he thought the spines might be a bad idea, with the direction meaning that his insides are being scraped, though not as much as they could be given the journey is only partway through. he's realizing, though, that it's also just uncomfortably full like this - the sheer amount of fluid inside of him notwithstanding, this is bigger than he's used to, and he realizes as such when the other pulls out to sink back in again, stretching him out more slowly this time - rather, it isn't slower so much as he's more aware of it this time - and it doesn't feel unpleasant on the way back in, especially with the pressure present against his sweet spot. the inhuman length is much, much too long to actually hit it, but the barbs scrape and stroke against the area, and it's enough to tease and have him moaning again, head tilting forward with his neck baring further. it's almost like submission, but his hands press to the mattress and push up, just enough for him to be braced - instinctive, just in case. ]