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Strangely the pain was not what leapt out at him the most, as he remembered it. Sure, it hurt, it definitely hurt, but the thing that loomed largest in his memory was more so how strange it felt. There was pressure, where there shouldn’t have been pressure, the sensation of desperately needing to blink and not being able to, unable to see anything but the skin of Eagle’s hips looming close to his face.
He’d taken Bax’s eye out, as part of their deal and then. And then. He was on his knees. With Eagle’s hands cupping his cheeks. The tip of his cock pressing into the gaping hole where Bax’s eye had been, his hips pulling back just a bit before thrusting back in again, blood and unknown fluids assisting the slide of skin on muscle.
The last thing he heard before he finally passed out was Eagle’s jovial voice from above him. “You’re the best, you know? I have always wanted to try this.”