Lukas groaned, pressing his head back against the locker. “Fuck, I need to take the damn cup off,” he panted. The hard plastic bit into him, each pulse of arousal a sharp reminder that it wasn’t built for this kind of torture.Aiden’s grip tightened around his arm, pushing his wrist up against the wall. “You’ll live,” he murmured, his other hand trailing lower as he slicked his fingers with lube, spreading the cool glide between Lukas’s thighs. “You wanted a lesson, remember?”“Yeah,” Lukas said, breath catching. “But the cup—”Aiden didn’t let him finish. He pressed his palm firmly to Lukas’s chest, steadying him. “Behave,” he said, voice soft but dangerous. “Or I’ll make it worse.”Lukas shuddered, the warning going straight to his cock. “You think this isn’t already worse?” he moaned. “I’m dying in this thing, doc.”“You started this, Lukas,” Aiden said, tone dark and calm. He lifted Lukas’s arm higher, forcing his balance to shift. “Now hold still.”Lukas’s pulse kicked as he felt
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