[ It’s hard, at first, to react to so much stimulation all at once. He’s surrounded, and it’s hot and tight and easier than he’d imagined, and now his fingers are lacing easily with Dextera’s. His other hand curls into the old sheets of this bed, holding him up as he finally moves his hips.
He can’t focus on anything else like this. No focus to kiss, right now— just the slow and increasing pace of his hips slipping almost all the way back and then into him again, aiming to go deeper each time. Even when he can’t, when he’s pressed so inside of him that he has to moan, he rocks further, wanting to stir that same intense pleasure in Dextera. He forgets to stop and make sure it’s fine, but he’s trusting that he’d tell him if it wasn’t.
Right now, he just wants to feel it all. He’s working into a rhythm now, his soft noises more than what he usually lets out. ]
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[ It’s hard, at first, to react to so much stimulation all at once. He’s surrounded, and it’s hot and tight and easier than he’d imagined, and now his fingers are lacing easily with Dextera’s. His other hand curls into the old sheets of this bed, holding him up as he finally moves his hips.
He can’t focus on anything else like this. No focus to kiss, right now— just the slow and increasing pace of his hips slipping almost all the way back and then into him again, aiming to go deeper each time. Even when he can’t, when he’s pressed so inside of him that he has to moan, he rocks further, wanting to stir that same intense pleasure in Dextera. He forgets to stop and make sure it’s fine, but he’s trusting that he’d tell him if it wasn’t.
Right now, he just wants to feel it all. He’s working into a rhythm now, his soft noises more than what he usually lets out. ]