That was almost too much too fast, but only almost, he groaned, arching against the other man once more. There was a moment, perfectly timed, when Damon's thumb grazed across the tip of his cock at the same time he pushed forward, an unyielding pressure against his prostate, the combination was enough to open the floodgates.
He wasn't screaming, not yet, but he was cursing, and quite colorfully in pidgin Creole, interspersed with French and English, finally rallying himself enough to rock back against each of Damon's thrusts, punctuating each movement with another curse.