[ he doesn't know how he can stand going that slow, the initial press of his cock into his body so overwhelming that he almost stops breathing. prompto strains against him, trying to convince himself to relax even as his thighs tremble from the exertion of staying still. his tips his head back, arms around peter's shoulders and fingers digging into skin.
and he moans a little when he settles inside him, trying to adjust to the fullness of his cock. it takes him much too long, he thinks, to finally nod that he's ready, that he can do something besides rest atop him and look. prompto licks at his bottom lip. ] I'm good. You can... you can move. [ and his knees press into his hips, trying to coax him into it. ]
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and he moans a little when he settles inside him, trying to adjust to the fullness of his cock. it takes him much too long, he thinks, to finally nod that he's ready, that he can do something besides rest atop him and look. prompto licks at his bottom lip. ] I'm good. You can... you can move. [ and his knees press into his hips, trying to coax him into it. ]