[He whines at the motion of the plug, each inward press twisting a little deeper, giving him a little more of what he needs]

[It's the words, though, that win the moan from him, long and wavering, at the scenario Rye lays out before him. Under the thin fabric of the dress, his cock gives a hard twitch]

O-oh my god. Hiccup, that's - I would die.