Equivalent Exchange
Hands smoothed up his sides and back down his flanks while a kiss was pressed by firm unforgiving lips against the sensitive flesh behind his ear near his hair line. Knobby knees firmly parted his thighs. The smell of oil met his noise briefly before he felt fingers forcefully part him. Not that is hurt much anymore. He was use to this. People who had taken him in the past called it equivalent exchange. The only thoughts to pass through his mind before blunt pressure breached him was for Al.
I'll do anything for Al, and equivalent exchange is not so equivalent.