[They have lube, but there's something much more primal and, dare Elliot think it, fun about Sesa using his own. Not that Elliot is thinking too hard about that one, because now his brain has gone full instincts on him. He wants to be railed, he wants to be bred, and the desperate cries in the back of his throat say that much. Yet he's only a person, and this process is necessary, if only because Elliot doesn't quite have the bits for immediate 0-to-100 penetration.
And yet he still thinks he can take Sesa fully. Maybe he can, but they're going to have to spend so much time on stretching him if so.
Right now? Elliot is white-knuckling the sheets both at Sesa's fingers and his exploring tongue, barely managing anything other than noise, pushing his hips back as carefully as his body will allow. What he wants to do is thrust himself back on them as harshly as possible just to get off, but self-control is an art. An art which Elliot lacks, but hey.]
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And yet he still thinks he can take Sesa fully. Maybe he can, but they're going to have to spend so much time on stretching him if so.
Right now? Elliot is white-knuckling the sheets both at Sesa's fingers and his exploring tongue, barely managing anything other than noise, pushing his hips back as carefully as his body will allow. What he wants to do is thrust himself back on them as harshly as possible just to get off, but self-control is an art. An art which Elliot lacks, but hey.]