Kurt almost screams with frustration, keening through their gritted teeth and pounding their fists against the table. That brief moment of penetration completely breaks them. They'd been so close to finally getting what they need, and like a bully, Kai doesn't let them have it. They're fully throwing a tantrum now.

But it's not going to work. Like the man says, as he looms above them, pinning them down, Kai doesn't let them get away with tantrums. He teases them, pushes them, leaves them hot with rage and smeared with blood and crying frustrated tears, before he fucks them so hard they see God. It's challenging play, but always so worth it. They're somehow even harder now than when they started, throbbing and aching against their bulging bleeding stomach. It's obvious they love this.

It's also still clearly a game. So they play along and scowl up at him, huffing and panting and angry-crying, before they slowly stop struggling. "... N-No. I d-don't want th-that," they say, pouting, fighting the temptation to surge up and kiss him so hard they taste blood. They're supposed to be sweet. "P-Please, Kai... I n-need you inside. I need you. Y-You feel so good in m-my ass, I— I love when you feel good inside me too, it m-makes me so happy. W-Wanna make you happy too, Kai..."

Kurt goes slack underneath him, legs still spread so wide, eyes bright and wet in the rising morning sun, gazing up at him. "Please... use me. Use m-my body however you want, baby. I live to p-please you. I'm yours."