Yeah you can, sweetheart. You can do it. Arch your back right here — īŧ the warmth against sasuke's back disappears as cy straightens up, not quite willing to let sasuke take all his weight so he can free up the hand braced flat against the mattress. he strokes the small of sasuke's back, encouraging him to change the alignment of his hips there. īŧ and push back. Remember, prostate's towards the front of your body so this is a hard angle to hit it, hold your fingers like this —
īŧ he shifts the placement of his hand just a little, and moves his finger just enough, first knuckle curled over so there's no risk of hitting anything with his nails, and so it broadens the feeling of fullness within him, and makes it just that much easier to hit it on a backwards buck of his hips. īŧ
You just have to relax. Trust your body. Don't get frustrated, I've got you. It's okay if it takes time.
īŧ actually — īŧ
Here, wait, I've got an idea — don't fight.
īŧ he sits up more fully on his knees, knees dug into the mattress between sasuke's thighs, and then he reaches under the boy and hefts him up onto his own knees, holding him up when he feels them buckling slightly against the strain. he sandwiches their arms between them — perhaps a little uncomfortably but not in any way he minds — flush between their bodies, and his left forearm seats itself against the boy's sternum, palm flat against the suprasternal notch, fingers and thumb hooked in against the muscles above the collarbone. there's no impediment to breathing, but there's certainly the suggestion that it could become a reality with a slip of his hand. īŧ
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Date: 2024-01-21 03:40 am (UTC)īŧ he shifts the placement of his hand just a little, and moves his finger just enough, first knuckle curled over so there's no risk of hitting anything with his nails, and so it broadens the feeling of fullness within him, and makes it just that much easier to hit it on a backwards buck of his hips. īŧ
You just have to relax. Trust your body. Don't get frustrated, I've got you. It's okay if it takes time.
īŧ actually — īŧ
Here, wait, I've got an idea — don't fight.
īŧ he sits up more fully on his knees, knees dug into the mattress between sasuke's thighs, and then he reaches under the boy and hefts him up onto his own knees, holding him up when he feels them buckling slightly against the strain. he sandwiches their arms between them — perhaps a little uncomfortably but not in any way he minds — flush between their bodies, and his left forearm seats itself against the boy's sternum, palm flat against the suprasternal notch, fingers and thumb hooked in against the muscles above the collarbone. there's no impediment to breathing, but there's certainly the suggestion that it could become a reality with a slip of his hand. īŧ
Okay, try now. I've got you, I've got you.