giving zandik ur strap for the first time. but he's already sobbing when u just put one finger in to prep him. I don't know if I wanna be gentle with him or fuck the shit out of him… decisions decisions…
Seeing the scholar underneath you had become a fairly common sight recently, but even still, this time was different from all the rest. Tears pooled at Zandik's eyes, although he persistently tried blinking them away, sharp teeth embedded so deeply in his lips it drew blood, and you were worried his hands would go numb from how hard he gripped the sheets - all because your generously lubed finger teased his ass.
When you had proposed the idea, you were met with silence and widened eyes, followed by a blush and some muttering under his breath, though it actually didn't take long for him to agree. He had always been someone attracted to the unfamiliar, wanting to learn things he was not accustomed to, open-minded enough to give it a chance. Of course, Zandik had heard of the practice - probably read about it a bit during his quest to impress and satisfy you in bed when you two first became intimate - so he did have an idea of how it would go. However... he didn't expect to feel so... so... he wasn't even sure how to describe it.
"... You know, we don't need to continue if-" You almost felt bad for him, Zandik's tears now dribbling down his face as he hurriedly wiped them. He had told you before he could handle it, but now you weren't so sure...
"No!" You weren't sure if that was a plea or demand from the way his voice cracked while he sobbed, though he quickly gritted his teeth. "No, you can... continue."
You stroked the inside of Zandik's thigh as you continued to work your finger inside him, his body jerking with every curl of your digit, until he seems to become adjusted to the feeling. You can't help but want to praise him for doing so well for you, reaching to kiss the edges of his damp eyes, and then a small one to the tip of his aching cock, begging for attention but you would tend to that later.
Despite the fog in his mind from his tears and your fingers, he still remains focused on you as you sufficiently lather your strap. Perhaps he's mentally taking notes on this for further reference, knowing him. Or perhaps through the haze of pleasure Zandik still takes in your loveliness. Ignoring your own desire in favor of his own, no, maybe it would be more accurate to stay your pleasure stems from seeing his one fulfilled. It is not a sentiment he can say he's used to. But soon enough, the tip of your cock presses against his hole while your arms gently but firmly grasp his thighs to keep them open.
"I'll be gentle," you promise, nudging the strap against his opening experimentally, treating him as something that could break if not handled properly.
"I don't need your coddling," he mumbles weakly, which makes you laugh, because you really have been coddling him from the start. Whatever else he had to say died on his lips, instead replaced by a whimper, when you finally pushed into him. The intrusion feels... odd, at first, naturally unfamiliar, but the more you inched into him, the thickness began to make a pleasurable feeling slowly but surely build up, if not noticeable from Zandik's gasps but the way his cock weeps with need.
You do keep your promise, slowly dragging your hips, but it doesn't stop you from discovering and hitting his sensitive spot early on. Before he had been able to keep most of his moans down, but with you now fully inside of him, that was something he could no longer keep up.
"Are you feeling good?" His briefly dried up tears are back by the time you find a good rhythm to fuck him, and the way you pant and squeeze your legs together only makes Zandik's throat close up more. "It's okay. I know you are. But I do miss the way you'd quip back at me..." You moved to wrap your hand around his cock, already knowing your lover is practically moments away from coming. Timing your strokes in line with the few final thrusts into his hole, the scholar spurts all over your hand.
It was Zandik's ragged breath and whines that was left in the wake of his orgasm, letting out a sound when you pulled out of him, all words seemingly leaving his vocabulary. His hand loosely covered his face, trying to gather himself once more. Good thing you were already prepared to take care of him...
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