[And realistically Matt should be falling apart, should be rendered absolutely incoherent from the clumsy, desperate, rough way Lance is moving his hand over the most sensitive, aching parts of him. He should be completely useless, out of his mind with pleasure, his whole world narrowing down to how the younger human's thumb rubs over his pierced clit again and again, making Matt's soaked thighs jerk and tremble helplessly.
And he is, and he does, he arches up, naked and unashamed and wanting, spreading his legs and rolling his hips, trying to coax Lance's rough fingertips inside his dripping cunt. But the plea is sharp and frightened and plaintive, and even dizzy with pleasure, Matt can't deny it. He makes a soft, wordless, soothing sound, reaches up to cradle one soft hand against Lance's tear-streaked cheek, all gentleness.
His free hand moves down to the one currently buried between Lance's slim thighs, covering the desperately pumping fingers, slowing them.] Not so hard. Be gentler, go slow.
[Matt shifts a little, still lying on his back, harmless and submissive, all soft rounded curves and soft golden eyes, his whole attention focused on gently guiding Lance's hand, showing him how to slide two fingers inside himself, how to curl and work them slow and rhythmically, how to tease his own clit with his thumb. Lance is slightly different, the subtle intricacies of his body fascinating to discover, something good and almost relaxing about helping the boy discover them.
Smiling gently, shifting to prop himself up on one elbow, Matt coaxes Lance's hand to move quicker, wanting to watch him ride their entwined fingers, knowing he'll be more relaxed, more willing to learn after he's come for the first time.] See? Feels good, right? Go ahead, move your hips more, honey. Take it deeper. Show me you can.
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And he is, and he does, he arches up, naked and unashamed and wanting, spreading his legs and rolling his hips, trying to coax Lance's rough fingertips inside his dripping cunt. But the plea is sharp and frightened and plaintive, and even dizzy with pleasure, Matt can't deny it. He makes a soft, wordless, soothing sound, reaches up to cradle one soft hand against Lance's tear-streaked cheek, all gentleness.
His free hand moves down to the one currently buried between Lance's slim thighs, covering the desperately pumping fingers, slowing them.] Not so hard. Be gentler, go slow.
[Matt shifts a little, still lying on his back, harmless and submissive, all soft rounded curves and soft golden eyes, his whole attention focused on gently guiding Lance's hand, showing him how to slide two fingers inside himself, how to curl and work them slow and rhythmically, how to tease his own clit with his thumb. Lance is slightly different, the subtle intricacies of his body fascinating to discover, something good and almost relaxing about helping the boy discover them.
Smiling gently, shifting to prop himself up on one elbow, Matt coaxes Lance's hand to move quicker, wanting to watch him ride their entwined fingers, knowing he'll be more relaxed, more willing to learn after he's come for the first time.] See? Feels good, right? Go ahead, move your hips more, honey. Take it deeper. Show me you can.