Huaisang doesn't immediately jerk away from the other's fingers though after a moment there's a slight pull away, though his range of motion is still severely limited. The words are manipulation again, he knows it and keeps reminding himself of that. His throat gets thick as he bites back anything that wanted to come out of his mouth.

But where the other is trying to draw out pleasure he can barely notice it for the dread, anticipating the pain that comes after what felt like an eternity. A sob leaving his throat and his nails digging into the palms of his hand.

He can't say anything as he tries to breathe through it, both nipples throbbing with pain.