There is a more reckless part of him that wants to just throw caution to the wind and tell Mick to just put it in, he doesn't care how big he is, how thick it is. He wants to feel the other fill him, to know what it's like to be taken, rough or soft, he doesn't care. He wants it bad.
But the more logical part of himself manages to wrangle down that desire, knowing damn well he's never had anything like this before. He's still young, they both are, they've both been hidden away from the world without much in the way of intimate contact with anyone. He's worked out his own sexual nature, has a general idea what he likes or how to pleasure another, but he never got the chance to try.
He knows he'll need to be prepared for it to not hurt as much. He imagines it'll be uncomfortable at first no matter how much prep they manage, but he's ready. The heat of Mick pressed against his body is comforting and imposing. All these strange yet arousing and conflicting feelings are overwhelming but wonderful. His breath hitches at the sharp bite at his shoulder, or the press of a thick finger into him.
He breathes through it, closing his eyes and his brows furrow and he just concentrates on how Mick is crowding his senses, just feeling his way through everything. It burns, but it slowly ebbs away into pleasure and gets easier with each press and slide of his hand.
"Please..." He moans low as his body gives way and relaxes at the stretching of his hand inside of him. He'll quiver with each prod against his prostate, precum dripping off his cock.
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But the more logical part of himself manages to wrangle down that desire, knowing damn well he's never had anything like this before. He's still young, they both are, they've both been hidden away from the world without much in the way of intimate contact with anyone. He's worked out his own sexual nature, has a general idea what he likes or how to pleasure another, but he never got the chance to try.
He knows he'll need to be prepared for it to not hurt as much. He imagines it'll be uncomfortable at first no matter how much prep they manage, but he's ready. The heat of Mick pressed against his body is comforting and imposing. All these strange yet arousing and conflicting feelings are overwhelming but wonderful. His breath hitches at the sharp bite at his shoulder, or the press of a thick finger into him.
He breathes through it, closing his eyes and his brows furrow and he just concentrates on how Mick is crowding his senses, just feeling his way through everything. It burns, but it slowly ebbs away into pleasure and gets easier with each press and slide of his hand.
"Please..." He moans low as his body gives way and relaxes at the stretching of his hand inside of him. He'll quiver with each prod against his prostate, precum dripping off his cock.