Letting Stanford!Art be on top and do whatever he wants to you for the first time, and he just starts rutting into you like a BUNNY and ur just like
Jesus slow down ! HOW are you doing that ! —🪐
his hips going a hundred miles a minute; his arms working to hold your legs up to your chest as he pummels your insides and whines into your neck. just mumbling “tight, tight, tight” and “warm, s’good, so warm, ah-“
and you have to pat his back and pull on his hair for him to come-to. he’s hot all over, and he’s greedily jerking his pelvis into you as he tries to hold back for your sake.
“art, just.. take it easy, alright? it’s not going anywhere,” you pant out, stroking the flushed nape of his neck before he nods in response.
so he slows it down, in and out and in and out—gingerly letting his dick slot against your contracting insides as he struggles to keep himself calm. that slowed pace only lasts for about a minute before he suddenly yelps and starts to jack-rabbit you again. “can’t, can’t— gonna cum inside you soon, it’s close, im close-!”
you just have to lay there and take it because it becomes abundantly clear that he really can’t stop.
