[ there's too much intensity for him to handle, knees falling open when peter presses into him with a lubed finger, and though he's done this enough times to feel comfortable, the pressure is still strange. he grabs at peter's wrist to ease him into it, body sinking into the mattress as he forces himself to relax. to take him in. this is probably going to be the slowest part of the whole thing, shifting his hips and groaning when he pushes all the way inside him. ]
D–damn, I thought... [ actually, he isn't even sure he knows what he was about to say. ] It's okay. I can take a little more.
[ he needs at least two fingers, maybe three, and they're barely past one. so, prompto tries to encourage him, moaning into the kisses and grinding down against peter's hand in an effort to help himself get there. ]
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D–damn, I thought... [ actually, he isn't even sure he knows what he was about to say. ] It's okay. I can take a little more.
[ he needs at least two fingers, maybe three, and they're barely past one. so, prompto tries to encourage him, moaning into the kisses and grinding down against peter's hand in an effort to help himself get there. ]