[ It's never all that easy to yield. Much as he likes it, much as he wants it? The first few moments of the stretch vary from uncomfortable to overwhelming depending upon the variables at hand. Locus has been careful, has prepped him as best as either of them can stand but this is still-
Overwhelming. He relaxes. He tries to relax, legs hooked around Locus' waist, forehead pressed tight to his throat as he breathes. It doesn't hurt. Doesn't burn, doesn't sting- it's just so. So much. All that warm, velvety weight, all that pressure grinding in, sliding in and so much more than a few fingers- his head lolls back as his breath's punched out of him in a drawn out moan- eyes hazy with pleasure.
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Overwhelming. He relaxes. He tries to relax, legs hooked around Locus' waist, forehead pressed tight to his throat as he breathes. It doesn't hurt. Doesn't burn, doesn't sting- it's just so. So much. All that warm, velvety weight, all that pressure grinding in, sliding in and so much more than a few fingers- his head lolls back as his breath's punched out of him in a drawn out moan- eyes hazy with pleasure.
Perfect. It's- it's perfect. This is perfect. ]