[ And he's gripping your hands right back, as if you are the only thing that is keeping his head above water. No sound this time from him, though his lips are parted and trembling as he falls back against the mattress, hips rising to welcome you in.
There's apprehension lining his body, because this feels like several things at once: you pushing out the air from the very core of him, a mix of the kind of discomfort that is borne from the knowledge that this is new and he has no reference to speak of, and how you feel much bigger than you are. He's had you in his mouth, in his hand -- but he's never had you like this.
Forgive him, if he tenses up. He wants this, he does. ]
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There's apprehension lining his body, because this feels like several things at once: you pushing out the air from the very core of him, a mix of the kind of discomfort that is borne from the knowledge that this is new and he has no reference to speak of, and how you feel much bigger than you are. He's had you in his mouth, in his hand -- but he's never had you like this.
Forgive him, if he tenses up. He wants this, he does. ]