-=god he's impatient for this. he's still reeling from his first orgasm, yet he was still very hard despite the sticky mess he made of himself. but for all his impatience there's still a sharp shock of nerves twisting in his chest that he isn't going to let on about, even to himself. maybe especially to himself. he'd like to think he'd know already, and know not to hold back anyway. besides, the nerves made everything more real for him somehow. like hey, first time jitters, something fucking normal for once.
davesprite holds his breath the entire time dave worked himself inside, both hands having fallen to grip at the other boy's thighs. his hands shake, but he can't seem to get control of that at the moment.
and then dave doesn't hold back, and he's grateful for it even if it does hurt. less than he'd actually expected with how worked up he is, but he still lets out that breath on a sudden cry. both hands slide up to dave's hips, letting him know it's okay, and he'd better not think of stopping now=-
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davesprite holds his breath the entire time dave worked himself inside, both hands having fallen to grip at the other boy's thighs. his hands shake, but he can't seem to get control of that at the moment.
and then dave doesn't hold back, and he's grateful for it even if it does hurt. less than he'd actually expected with how worked up he is, but he still lets out that breath on a sudden cry. both hands slide up to dave's hips, letting him know it's okay, and he'd better not think of stopping now=-