Harvey chuckled. "You look so cute when you're scared." He crooned to the other. He shrugged off the question. "Don't know. Not really about your cum. I might just feed it back to you with your meals." He honestly didn't have a specific plan for it.

"That sounds, not good," He said with a whimper, embarrassed as can be, still cumming. He had a lot built up.

Harvey shrugged. "It's not gonna hurt me at all." His shit-eating grin looked like it'd split his face. He was a little curious about how long this was taking, but the other had only orgasmed once. So he guessed it was normal.

He whimpered, and the cum flow stopped. He was tired as can be, and drained dry. "Ahh," He said, tired.

Harvey flipped off the switch, just watching the other. "Now, doesn't that feel better?" He was still stroking himself. Watching the other had been a huge turn on.

"I feel sore," He whined, groaning as he clutched his flacid member.

Harvey chuckled, feeling himself twitch in his hand. He bit his lip gently, feeling so excited. He had the perfect opportunity, having a toy so completely under his control. "So, what is it you're hoping for in your better room?" He was still horny, and stroking himself to completion as he talked.

"An actual bed," He said with a blush, unsure what to say. He didn't know what to say, he felt awkward seeing him stroke himself next to him, while his own member was sore.

Harvey grinned. "Is that all? What about my bed, would you want that?" He chuckled, thumbing the tip. "I can already imagine what I could do to you like that." He was feeling so close.

He blushed and whimpered, "Anything's fine, just don't make me sleep on the floor again, please," He said, having none of that self-respect he came there with.