He yelps, groans, grinds into the mattress, but he keeps himself from squirming. It's not perfectly still, but he's clearly trying. The pain is sweet and deserved, and he feels something loosen in his chest as the blows land.

The last blow makes him cry out, jerking involuntarily as tears prick the corner of his eyes. But his cock is hard against the sheets. He presses backwards, forgetting himself in the moment. "Please..."

He wonders what Luca might like better. Being begged not to stop, or something a little... darker.