[It's challenging to split his attention between Cy's words and the sensation of Cy's cock sliding into him, one thick inch at a time. He can tell the difference from the silicone toy immediately — while both are pleasant, and he likes that feeling of being slowly filled like no other, there's an undeniable intimacy to bare flesh intensified by the stretch, by the joining of bodies in slick union. He doesn't bear down too fast, but impatience still drives him quicker than perhaps advisable. Yet it doesn't hurt. It only aches that dull, throbbing pulse in tandem with his own blood. And he was not being coy — he doesn't stop until he's fitted over Cy's hips all the way, until his cunt has taken everything, and that deep channel inside of him is completely full to the brim.
And then he manages a quiet little sob, because it's new and overwhelming and perfect and exactly what he craves. Worse when Cy rubs at his clit, coaxing a jolt of muscles that he can't control as thighs squeeze tighter around Cy's lap.]
Are you sure I won't make you come first?
[His voice drags out of him, husky and dark and competitive — higher with that quality of femininity edged just barely underneath the tone — even if he has no doubt how quickly he's going to come on Cy's dick like this. In this body, he'll come again and again, and he doesn't mind the thought at all.
Still he acts on that conviction, dragging himself up in a sinuous roll of hips that barely slips Cy out of hot, wet folds before bearing back down. His hand braces on Cy's shoulder, core strength doing the work of fucking himself onto Cy with a vengeance, gasping at the tug of pressure at his nipples.]
this thread has really gone places
And then he manages a quiet little sob, because it's new and overwhelming and perfect and exactly what he craves. Worse when Cy rubs at his clit, coaxing a jolt of muscles that he can't control as thighs squeeze tighter around Cy's lap.]
Are you sure I won't make you come first?
[His voice drags out of him, husky and dark and competitive — higher with that quality of femininity edged just barely underneath the tone — even if he has no doubt how quickly he's going to come on Cy's dick like this. In this body, he'll come again and again, and he doesn't mind the thought at all.
Still he acts on that conviction, dragging himself up in a sinuous roll of hips that barely slips Cy out of hot, wet folds before bearing back down. His hand braces on Cy's shoulder, core strength doing the work of fucking himself onto Cy with a vengeance, gasping at the tug of pressure at his nipples.]