[Handy takes in a shuddering breath and lifts his hands to take hold of the Master and guide him back to the bed - he's still trembly from all his body has been through, and he doesn't think he could stay on his feet long enough to do the Master standing up. He arranges them with the Master on his back and Handy between his legs before spitting into his hand and using it to wet himself. The Master didn't tell him to engage in any foreplay, and he doesn't have the heart to do it of his own initiative, so he just pushes in, slowly but firmly.]

I might point out that you could show how sorry you are by letting me go and never altering my mind again.

I'm willing to let you go. For now. But I need someone I can be intimate with. So lets make a deal, shall we? I'll let you go if you promise not to run off and hide from me. When I'm lonely I'll take you in, but only if you're not busy. Would that be okay?

*He moans and enthusiastically bucks up against the other man.* You're plump.

You're the one making the rules. [That's not a deal he likes the sound of, even if the Master is promising him some degree of freedom. He doubts a better deal is going to materialize, though, and fears that if he angers the Master, he'll lose what freedom he's got left.]

...Plump? I'm not - am I? [He frowns and looks down, running a hand across his gut. He hardly seems to even notice that his hips are still steadily pumping away, sliding his ignored erection in and out of the Master.]

I can't do much better than that, sorry.

Your shaft. It's nice and thick. Ooh . . .

Oh.

I hadn't - I mean, this is the first time for me in this body. [He's had a lot of first times in this body in rapid succession today.]

Would it change your mind if I reminded you that I'm technically less than a year old? You can't get much deeper into cradle-robbing than this.

*Yes, yes he has.* I know. But your mind is nine hundred years old.

The sane part of my mind just isn't in control today. Sorry. Ahhh, you feel good in there. Ooh!

[He gives a resigned sigh.] Oh, well - it was worth a try.

Is this going to wear off, or am I going to go around thinking this is all alright?

It won't wear off, don't worry. You'll feel good, I won't hurt you, everything will be okay.

I'm sorry. In a way I'm just as trapped as you are, trapped by the drumming in my mind.

Oh. Okay.

[He looks thoughtful - not at all like someone balls-deep in another man and still going strong (as strong as he can, anyway, when his body just wants to collapse and sleep). He knows he should protest and demand to have his full mind back, but he still can't bring himself to ask for that.]

Are you close yet?

I don't mind if you want to stop. *He grins lazily.* Just bring me someone to eat, I'll have breatfast in bed.

[Handy comes to a stop still buried in the Master, and gives him a horrified look.]

I can't bring you a person!

[The obedience hypnosis tells him that yes, he can and he will. He thinks fast, grasping at a loophole. The Master only told him to stop if he wanted to, and he'd rather continue than go fetch some poor human for the Master to snack on. So he starts back up, a bit of a desperate air to the way he moves his hips now.]

What? Oh.

Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Ooh, that feels good . . .

Just call a pizza place or something when you're done, then, will you? I'll do my best not to eat the deliveryman, promise.

Alright. Yeah, I can do that.

[He breathes a sigh of relief and slips out, not bothering to do anything about his erection. He doesn't want it, and it'll go away soon enough without any stimulation to keep it up. He detours to the bathroom to clean himself up a little, tossing a flannel to the Master so he can do the same before going to the phone and calling up the nearest pizza place. He's dead tired by now, so he ends up ordering several pizzas more than he probably needs to, all with odd topping combinations.

Coming back, he climbs back into bed and curls up beside the Master. He should leave, but all he really wants right now is to sleep and to give his poor rump a rest, and this bed is right here waiting for him.]

You promise you can wait a day before the next time?

Promise. *Yay, cuddles! Those are good.*