[Tristan cries out hoarsely, sore and oversensitive from his recent orgasm. He barely has a voice to protest with though, nonverbal as he is. He's tight, though at least Ariel's fingers loosened him enough not to leave this tearing him open. It's not so bad as it could be. He squirms, twisting his hips away. The movements likely do nothing to stop it from feeling good, the expression on his face, looking straight at Ariel, raw with emotion. ]