hmm well something something him slipping his thumb into your mouth while he holds your gaze on his. when your eyes glaze over n you start looking dazed he presses down on your tongue, the blunt of his nail digging into the sensitive flesh. making your focus come back to him.

“look at me..?”

it’s phrased like it is, but it’s not a question. “stay with me sweetness, m’right here. you and me.” he presses harder, slipping his thumb back farther causing a soft gag to constrict your throat. his four fingers resting gently under your chin. he himself not paying mind to the steady stream of drool leaking over your lips n onto him.

instead he moves his hand up and down, forcing your head to nod. dennis mirrors your—his actions technically almost condescendingly.

“there we go..someone’s feeling good hm? keep your eyes on me, can you do that?”

another tug to make you nod. he’s essentially having a conversation with himself. using you as a human marionette.

“good, i’d hate to have to stop..”