[He'll have to deal with feeling suddenly empty for a few moments, first. Guren withdraws his hand once he gets that reaction, satisfied that he knows how to get that out of him now, and focuses on the oil. His hands are rushed, a little less smooth than normal, but he coats his length in oil, caps and tosses the rest aside a little too carelessly.
He's just as eager, after all. His fingers are even more slick now, but he tries to hold Dextera's legs as he lines himself up. It takes every ounce of self control to press into him slowly here, too, and even then, it's faster than his fingers. He doesn't stop halfway, he can't, and so he stops once he's inside of him completely, gasping out hard, head ducking as he deals with sudden intense pleasure after nothing.]
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He's just as eager, after all. His fingers are even more slick now, but he tries to hold Dextera's legs as he lines himself up. It takes every ounce of self control to press into him slowly here, too, and even then, it's faster than his fingers. He doesn't stop halfway, he can't, and so he stops once he's inside of him completely, gasping out hard, head ducking as he deals with sudden intense pleasure after nothing.]