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Gio was no longer just 'practically' sobbing with arousal and need - he officially was. Bucking and writhing against Sirius as the man continued pressing against his prostate. Tears were slowly rolling down Gio's cheeks as he clung to Sirius, no longer able to keep stroking them as he rocked and rolled against Sirius' three fingers - the stretch was so incredibly delicious, he truly thought he was going to lose it if this didn't stop - or start, for that matter.

"Yes Si! Yes... yes... Please... don't stop, don't... Oh-... oh... god... don't stop Sirius... please..." Gio moaned, groaned, and whined loudly, whimpering into the older man's ear and murmuring about just how much he really needed the man, switching between Greek and English because his mind was - at this point - completely *shattered* beyond a reasonable doubt. Thinking that now, he knew once Sirius started fucking him, coherent thought would be utterly impossible and speaking just as much impossible.

He didn't care. He wanted to reach that level of pleasure, knew that Sirius was the only man who could make him achieve that level - Gio was officially ruined from other men, with just this one encounter.