It was a struggle to open his eyes. Altare persisted regardless, something inside him, his instincts more than likely, prodding him to do so. He could only manage to get them half open, vision so blurred they may as well have stayed closed. There was someone hovering over him. He couldn't see them clearly and blinking sluggishly did nothing but make his sight somehow worse. 

"Who's there?" Altare slurred. He barely heard himself; his tongue felt so thick in his dry mouth. The person said nothing, their head dipping slightly down. They made a little movement he could just see. Altare shivered; his body suddenly tingling. He felt something move within him. He lifted his head, hardly an inch off the pillow, staring as hard as he could with his fuzzy vision. 

The blanket and sheet were piled at the bottom of the bed. He was naked from the waist down, the person kneeling between his spread legs, their fingers buried in his body. 

Altare's face burned with heat, his breath hitching with shock. He immediately tried getting away; wiggling attempting to get his uncooperative and heavy limbs to move. The fingers inside him moved, curling, a burst of pleasure had a hoarse cry escape his lips. His throat protested the sudden sound sending him into a coughing fit. He wheezed once it subsided, eyes beaded with tears and groaned feeling fingers moving again. Altare tried closing his legs, whining when the other person's free hand came up to his thigh forcing them open, he couldn't find the strength to fight the pull. They shifted forward settling on his other leg keeping him spread fingers thrusting. The wet sounds of his walls being toyed with had embarrassment shooting through him, his face flushing further, the unwanted pleasure mounting higher. 

Altare clutched the sheet under him soft gasps of protest issuing from his mouth. "Stop please," Another finger pushed in stroking something that made him see stars. He clenched around them another groan spilling out. "No," He attempted to arch but didn't even move a centimeter, his lower half felt like jelly. The person's hand slid down his thigh to wrap around his dick. It hit Altare then he was hard, his embarrassment cranked up higher. He quivered batting ineffectively at the hand around him. "No no no no no," His voice pitched to low whimpers body shuddering as the tip was teased in small circles. The pleasure made his already slow mind even more lethargic. Altare pressed his face into the pillow keening. He wanted to die. He wanted to run whoever this was through with his gunblade. He wished dizzily he wasn't so sick. 

His thoughts ground to a halt when his orgasm rolled over him, uttering breathless choked gasps come splattering on his stomach. His chest felt tight as he tried not to descend into another coughing fit. The fingers left his hole and the person moved off his leg. Altare curled on his side panting little tremors racking his body. He was so dizzy. The bed dipped as the person came up behind him and Altare tried to roll, he didn't care if it caused him to fall off the bed, he needed to get away. The back of his shirt was grabbed tugging him back then up until he was seated in their lap. Their hand coiled around his dick once more stroking. 

"Hnn ahn!" Altare twitched moaning. His frazzled nerves alight with overwhelming ecstasy. He felt fingers breach his hole once more and the sensations doubled. Tears pricked his eyes; he babbled breathlessly begging for respite. It only spurred his captor on, they doubled their efforts swiftly bringing him to the edge again.

Altare wondered faintly where his guidmates were as he screamed; he could really use their help right now. He thought dimly then his mind whited out. Altare woke slowly becoming aware that he was on his back and the person was between his legs once more licking at the skin of his stomach and groin, lapping up the streaks of come painting the areas. 

He sobbed when his dick was enveloped in their hot mouth; they sucked uncaring that Altare was barely hard, that he was crying incoherent words, his hands pushing uselessly at their head; they curled their tongue around him and fingers slid into him again thrusting. Altare writhed uttering mewling whimpers shivering; the overstimulation was too much. 

“Ah ah!” Tears spilled down his flushed face. He couldn’t take much more of this. He felt as though he was fragmenting the longer the assault went on. Altare begged again voice rising with his beseeching twisting in the sheets. His third orgasm left him wailing coming directly down the person’s throat. Altare panted hiccupping feeling worn out. A choked whine left his throat when the movements started up again. His lips moved soundlessly, “Someone . . . help . . .”

Before his mind sunk into a daze, empty of all thoughts.