Dennis thought he'd come when Rod held him down. God he loved that. Did Rod know or understand? Just how much he wanted, needed, to be dominated? He might have whined when Rod let him go. But there were compensations. Undoing a tie, and why hadn't Rod used that sometime in the past week to bind him? Then the shirt buttons, and that chest. Strong and the hair and he needed to kiss. Nipples too, not biting like he wanted or enjoyed to his own, but just soft and tender open mouthed kisses.
"God." So Rod did get it, or maybe it was just making him happy to be rough. Either way, it worked, and when Rod's head was close to his, Dennis managed to get out a whispered, "Please sir, fuck me, come in me, use me to make you come, please."
Neville couldnt make out what was said, only that, in his peripheral, he could see a rough shag going on. Rougher than he'd ever fucked anyone. Not his style, he didn't enjoy ownership or making things hurt. As big as Lestrange was, and yes he had noticed, it had to hurt from that alone, add the brutal thrusts and... Was Den a masochist? Surely not.
He pressed against Gabby. Now, if she had any question he wanted her, that should be answered.