“Please, please,” Lee begs, his voice shaking with the power of Connor’s thrusts. His legs are aching, the way they’re stretched, and it feels so good, being taken, being used. “Please, Connor, harder, fuck me harder,” he manages to get out, one hand reaching above his head to brace himself against the wall, the other gripping Connor’s bunching bicep. “Harder, harder, please, fuck, please."