Re: ooc: we are mean!
Greg's eyes were closed and he felt the smile move over his mouth, giving a small sigh of pleasure at the touching and the stroking to his organ. He felt Theo hold him up and then he felt himself shoved into the tightest ass he'd ever felt. Greg gasped, and opened his eyes and froze in that moment, afraid to move or twitch under the man on top of him, crying and moaning in pain.
He moved his hands to Theo's waist, "Off, off, off," he said, his voice tinged with panic and urgency, "Theo! It's okay," he said, his concern raised as he made Theo roll over off of him. Greg watched as Theo curled up, and he could see the trickle of blood there, staining the pants. Greg's selfish need vanished in that moment; he was more than horrified at what had just happened. His hands went to Theo's legs, and he pushed them up into Theo, exposing the sore, ravaged entry. Greg was horrified at the sight and glanced about the room quickly. There was a glass of water on the table and he summoned it to him, and pulled out a handkerchief stuck in his pocket. In moments, he was bathing Theo, using one hand to pet the thin man, while the other cleaned the opening. Greg was more than a bit taken back, but prison and some of the grime reality, the baser physicality of it had toughed him from these kinds of actions. He wasn't disgusted at Theo's state; he was disgusted with himself for causing more trauma to Theo's body.
He kept up his actions and with his head down, felt himself starting to cry as well, mortified at the way he had blindly set Theo up for this sort of pain. A thought flashed through him that if the nurses found out......and he blanched at the thought. They'd think he raped him! Greg knew he was going to have to go find some salve and come back.