Su-jin wasn't some fragile creature and, oh, how he savored this. His fingers flexed and curled with the need to touch, but he refrained from pulling his wrists free. He liked this feeling of being overpowered, of his mate taking exactly what he wanted while giving exactly what Su-jin wanted.

He wasn't nearly as flexible as some people he knew, but nor was he some brittle thing. Being bent nearly in half pulled a gasp from him that morphed into a long moan. Silvio's thrusts felt so much deeper this way. It was almost like the could feel the wolf's dick in his stomach. Each pounding thrust pulled moans and encouragement from Su-ji's lips. He wanted to give in and close his eyes to ride out the fucking he was getting, but he fought to keep them open so he could watch every subtle change on Silvio's face.

"...Don't stop..." he managed to grate out between his teeth.