Jervis struggled against the pillow he was being half choked against, trying to focus on the rhythm of Jerome, trying to get a handle on him but he was panicking too much to really get a handle on it. And then his pants were down and everything sort of short circuited in his head. How was he supposed to handle this?!

He tried to yell more orders but they muffled against the pillow he was half eating and every attempt to release his own head lead to that crushing grip from Jerome pushing him down harder.

His bitch?! Oh no. Bad. Very bad. Not the way he wanted to lose his -- not a thing worth thinking about. Oh dear. "Stop! Stop!" Jervis tried to yell as much as he could, just wondering if there was a chance to redo.