Lucien thrashed around in pain when he struggled to take the three fingers in. It hurt so much that his knot quickly deflated in Ronan's hand.
"Not enough," he choked out. "Not enough lubrication. Ronan, it hurts..."
Ronan withdrew his fingers and patted Lucien's cheek. "Relax, baby. I will find something."
Instead of feeling assured, Lucien widened his eyes in horror.
This... this lust monster! How on earth was he going to find any lubrication inside his office? Lucien was a serious, hard-working artist. Why would he keep a tube of lube ready for promiscuous activities? It's not like he anticipated any fucking session in-between classes!
"There is none!" Lucien snapped, his cheeks were red from a mix of embarrassment and rage. "If you want to do it, you just have to go out and buy some!"
Ronan gave Lucien a deadpanned stare.
Go out? While pitching a tent? Alone the imagination was enough to make his dick deflate.
