This would probably be more effective shit-talking if Camillo had literally any context on his own putative life story. Apparently he used to be a monk, or something.

"Talk less."

There are better things for his mouth to be doing.

He chokes immediately, head knocked back against the table.

Camillo will find his field of vision has narrowed. He’s so swollen it’s almost painful, throbbing, and it’s even more difficult than usual to think about anything else.

Thinking about anything else seems immensely superfluous.

He puts the heel of one hand down on the golden hair where it pools on the table; wraps his other hand around the boy's throat, and squeezes until he can feel the pressure around his cock; and fucks it hard and fast.

He chokes, shoves at Camillo’s legs, struggles against his grip, and none of it does him any good.

Eventually he stops struggling, just coughs and twitches, and when his eyes open halfway they’re rolled back in his head.

Camillo shoves his foot between his toy's thighs and pinches his nose shut to make him squirm while he finishes.

He gets what he wants. He thrashes like he’s about to die.

(There’s a distinct lack of bulge against his foot.)

Holy shit someone cut this guy's dick off.

Wait. No. Right. There are alternate explanations.

Standing up is a terrible idea. Camillo flops down onto the floor and drags his new friend with him for compulsory snuggles.

Blink.

What is going on.

Snuggles are going on. He is being tucked firmly under Camillo's arm and given little smooches on the top of his head.

??????

This does not gel with his model of the world.

There’s a scattering of laughter from what is apparently their small audience.

Right. This is very undignified.

He knees Camillo directly in the crotch.

"Fucking ow! Jesus!"

Camillo bites his ear, hard, and doesn't let go of him. No concessions to terrorists.

He grimaces.

“Let me up.”

"No. Lie still."

This is really interfering with his snuggle agenda.

Grudgingly, he lies still. And plots.

He doesn’t get much of a refractory period right now. Any relief he felt before is already fading.

Plotting time is over. Pants off time is now.

That seems like a complex action, and a good time to make another break for it!

This does put him facing away from Camillo with his pants halfway off even in the best case, though.

This is the model of boy that's really convenient to put your dick inside. Camillo appreciates that.

For someone who was so determined to get out of this situation, he’s incredibly wet — flushed and swollen up in a way that mirrors Camillo’s own current predicament.

He bites off the noise he starts to make when he first feels Camillo inside him and tries to get back up on all fours, at least.

God that feels incredible.

It feels even better when he's struggling against Camillo's hand in the middle of his back, pinning him to the floor. And it feels best of all when Camillo remembers that there's an entire room of people around them, some to be watched, some watching them.