Mirza honestly did not know why Shae had stopped, did not care why he had stopped and desperately wished for him to continue right the damn fucking Hell now, okay? But that did not include being rather forcefully turned onto his back. His arms were rather twisted now and the handcuffs were cutting into his wrists. This he did not like at all but he knew a man in a sexual frenzy when he saw one and words were kind of useless. No matter. It wasn't like he hadn't been in this position before and he'd survived well enough...
That didn't stop him from writhing his body against Shae's and not quite fighting him as the Cajun moved into position again. He cried out quite sharply when Shae entered him once more, rolling his body against the other man's. He was at a loss for thought, feeling only the sharp almost violent sensations of the fucking he was receiving. There was no better word for it than that.
Mirza arched his chest up towards Shae's teasing mouth, all too sensitive to the teasing around the golden ring. It turned into a sharp squeak at the feel of teeth and it spurred on the mounting tension in his body all curling up at the base of his spine.
Language was lost on him - Shae could've been speaking Aramaic and receiving the next scripture for all Mirza knew of verbal sounds at the moment. And with fingers back around his straining, pinned cock he knew he wouldn't last much longer. After what seemed only a matter of moments, Mirza was coming hard without warning and finding that much needed release.