We talked about it beforehand. I told him it might get very uncomfortable for him, but he said he wanted to, and that he trusted me.
We got into character, setting the mood.
I soaped up my fingers and stuck one inside of him. He was rigid and uncomfortable. I told him I was doing this because I needed to show him the proper technique to clean his ass the way I like it.
I rinsed my hand off, and asked him to hold one side open. He hesitated. I smoothed my other hand down his back, to his spine.
"Color?" I asked.
"Green," he said, thickly. "I'm sorry, I don't know why..."
Tears dripped down his face. My heart pounded, speeding up. I took a deep breath and pressed two fingers against his hole.
"I know it hurts baby." My voice was rough. "But this is the only way you'll learn."
I pushed inside of him. It was more than what was comfortable. A noise wrenched itself out of his throat at the intrusion.
He used his other hand to cover his mouth, whimpering as I continued to move my fingers inside him. Tears flowed freely down his face, dripping over his hand, and he tensed.
"Shh, it's alright," I assured him. I slowed my fingers down and used my other hand to rub a soothing circle on the middle of his lower back.
I fingered him slowly, methodically cleaning him out. Loud whines were heard from him as sobs wracked through his body.
I did that until I felt give in. There. I felt him accept it.
His sobs had stopped, his body had relaxed, and his shoulders were hunched down, close to his body. I looked at him and saw the uncertain, shy limbs of a newly birthed creature.
"I'm gonna add more lube, okay?"
He nodded. I kissed the delicate blush that spread across his upper shoulder.
The lube dripped off my fingers onto his asshole. I pressed, meeting resistance before they slid in.
He moaned, and I smiled. I drew 3 more out of him.
He arched, searching for friction where he lay across my lap. I steadied him, reminding him to stay still and told him we were almost done.
I applied more lube and fingered him steadily. He moved his hips, aiming for my fingers to stroke his prostate. I curled my fingers and rubbed it. His back muscles grew rigid from pleasure and he gasped.
"Please, please," he begged.
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Me & Him & Him
Romansa"Just wait until we get home," he promised me, eyes full of sexual desire. ~~~ These are one shots/ imagines from my journal. I'm sharing them cuz they're hot cuz I'm a pervert and you deserve to read them. Drop questions if you're curious, I'll ans...
