He did his best not to react to the tongue collecting the tears that were falling. Truth be told, he hadn't expected to start crying in the first place. It was a mixture of stress and the turbulent emotions she had already inspired in him, his body being far too turned around to sort out proper reactions to how he was feeling. When she pushed him backward, when he felt something long and protruding and hard against his own erection, he immediately started to squirm and his legs came up to try and protect himself. No, no, no, what was that?

Before he could really make sense of it, he was flipped over and there was something threatening to penetrate him and he really did start to panic. No, he didn't want that! His squirming intensified, but with his bound arms pinned underneath him, he had no leverage against her. "No," he said, voice rasped and surprising to even himself. Fear and panic had a way with making him forget himself, apparently.