īŧ he slips his hand free, and reaches between them to where the lube is cradled against his own hip. then it's a murmur of shh, relax as he sets to working a second finger in as well, gently prising at that ring of muscle to ease the passage in. he waits for the natural, reflexive clench of intrusion to abate, he continues, stroking his thumb in against the outer muscle to ease it, content to talk while he just has a solid, unmoving presence inside him, compressed by vivid heat as sasuke's body adjusts. īŧ
Not everyone likes it, so you gotta tell me if it's too much. Sometimes the sensation can be overwhelming enough it's uncomfortable. And you gotta be like, decently gentle, you can do permanent nerve damage if you get too rowdy with it. Blah blah, erectile tissue, blah. I'm sure you don't want the medical rundown while I'm like, actively inside of you.
īŧ two fingers now fully seated in him, cy leaves it to the middle finger to again just lever the faintest pressure against that gland. his gaze on sasuke is intent, watchful — mindful of the risk of crossing the boundary of pleasure into pain. at least without the pressing urgency of the suit's damning influence, he's not as worried about an increase in his overall sensitivity, but he meant what he said — it's not for everybody no matter what cosmo boldly proclaims in their centrefold fluff pieces. īŧ
Here īŧ a gentle tap to the side of sasuke's head where his left arm is anchored. īŧ bring your hand up here, hold onto me. It's okay if you squeeze, you can't hurt me. Talk me through it if you can. It's okay if you can't. 'Pineapple' if you need me to stop. Say you understand.
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Date: 2024-01-17 02:57 am (UTC)īŧ he slips his hand free, and reaches between them to where the lube is cradled against his own hip. then it's a murmur of shh, relax as he sets to working a second finger in as well, gently prising at that ring of muscle to ease the passage in. he waits for the natural, reflexive clench of intrusion to abate, he continues, stroking his thumb in against the outer muscle to ease it, content to talk while he just has a solid, unmoving presence inside him, compressed by vivid heat as sasuke's body adjusts. īŧ
Not everyone likes it, so you gotta tell me if it's too much. Sometimes the sensation can be overwhelming enough it's uncomfortable. And you gotta be like, decently gentle, you can do permanent nerve damage if you get too rowdy with it. Blah blah, erectile tissue, blah. I'm sure you don't want the medical rundown while I'm like, actively inside of you.
īŧ two fingers now fully seated in him, cy leaves it to the middle finger to again just lever the faintest pressure against that gland. his gaze on sasuke is intent, watchful — mindful of the risk of crossing the boundary of pleasure into pain. at least without the pressing urgency of the suit's damning influence, he's not as worried about an increase in his overall sensitivity, but he meant what he said — it's not for everybody no matter what cosmo boldly proclaims in their centrefold fluff pieces. īŧ
Here īŧ a gentle tap to the side of sasuke's head where his left arm is anchored. īŧ bring your hand up here, hold onto me. It's okay if you squeeze, you can't hurt me. Talk me through it if you can. It's okay if you can't. 'Pineapple' if you need me to stop. Say you understand.