She says some words in very fast Speech and--

He sits up of his own accord. His hands reach out to her.

It doesn't feel bad in and if itself, but it's strange being a passenger in his own body.

He tries to move his hand back. It doesn't budge.

... this is fine! This is fine.

It is fine! He kisses Meng Yao.

He can think about how this isn't his decision and freak himself out, or he can think about how he's doing something he wished he could do but didn't have the courage to.

His face is very happy about this happening. He's breathing fast and his eyes flutter closed with arousal.

... okay, that's just unnecessary.

No, what's unnecessary is that his mouth opens and says, "I love you."

That's? At least? Not inaccurate?

But it's.  Something. To be forced to say it.

His mouth keeps going while his hands stroke her hair: I love you and you're beautiful and I want this so badly.

Does he at least have control of his eyes to express 'really? really?'

Of course not.

...wouldn't want him to wreck the image she's trying to make, would she.

"I love you too," Meng Yao whispers into his ear, and then starts to kiss down his chest so lovingly.

There's some small weak part of him that clings onto the fact it's mutual, that she's saying she loves him too.

... even if it is probably more fake than what's coming out of his own mouth.

His mouth adds, "I love you more than anyone else."

Is the actual truth not enough for her?

No, no it is not. 

She reaches his dick and starts to suck him. 

... she's put him in a position where she can't talk, meanwhile he can babble on. She can be silent, and it makes sense,  how could she say anything. And he keeps getting to be a ventriloquist dummy.

It's... something,  that he can see how this will go.

Maybe he's wrong but... he doubts that.

It goes in the exact direction he'd expect. Saying things that are so sweet and so tender, things he'd say to Wei Wuxian, things he'd be too embarrassed to say to Wei Wuxian...

This is all... good practice. That's one way to look at it.

And Pollyanna is so happy she doesn't need her crutches.

She gets on top of him and pushes him inside her.

His internal reactions and what she's making him do are, for a brief moment, aligned.

She kisses him and rocks back and forth on his dick. 

This is fine. She could be controlling him to do so much worse things.  Using him for her pleasure is honestly an improvement.

She makes him say "I love you. I'm so happy to be with you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life."