[ It should hurt. But the sting of Oria's nails against his back just fuels the heat low in his belly, and he muffles his moans against Oria's skin as his thrusts become more even, more frantic.
Oria feels so tight, so good around him, and he barely pulls back before he's thrusting in again. He kisses Oria's throat again, shuddering]
Yes, Oria--it feels good. You feel good, amazing...
[ He squeezes harder at Oria's hips and on the next thrust, pulls him in harder. Insecurity isn't easily lost overnight, he knows. But with his words, his touch, he wants Oria to feel good about himself]
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[ It should hurt. But the sting of Oria's nails against his back just fuels the heat low in his belly, and he muffles his moans against Oria's skin as his thrusts become more even, more frantic.
Oria feels so tight, so good around him, and he barely pulls back before he's thrusting in again. He kisses Oria's throat again, shuddering]
Yes, Oria--it feels good. You feel good, amazing...
[ He squeezes harder at Oria's hips and on the next thrust, pulls him in harder. Insecurity isn't easily lost overnight, he knows. But with his words, his touch, he wants Oria to feel good about himself]