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"I said, patience, Ezra." Now his two hands were held by one sturdy hand, and Raphael lifted them up, his other hand trying to reach something from inside the nightstand.

Ezra looked down, his dick was darkening in color and becoming painfully hard, it constantly throbbing, clearly on the verge of exploding. It was a feeling that frustrated him so much. But then Raphael took out something that looked like a bottle with a transparent liquid inside, placing it on the bed. His hand immediately grabbed Ezra's dick and squeezed it hard, eliciting a loud cry of pain that made Ezra almost burst into tears.

Why? Why all of a sudden...

"Raphael... It hurts, you're hurting me..."