[It's too late to go as slowly as he wanted to, but at least he can try to make the rest more pleasure than pain. He reaches down to stroke Wriothesley's cock between them, sliding his hand along in time with his thrusting, the other palm pressed against the boxer's back to hold him close.
He cradles him, panting as he rocks his hips up and back down, building a rhythm, breath by breath as he thrusts up into Wriothesley and drags his hand over his erection. Deeper each time, and then quicker once he can finally feel the boxer start to accept him. He'll definitely have to pick up the pieces after this, but he will. He makes that promise to himself as he lets the urge take over, claiming his partner by pulling him to his chest for a deeper thrust.]
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He cradles him, panting as he rocks his hips up and back down, building a rhythm, breath by breath as he thrusts up into Wriothesley and drags his hand over his erection. Deeper each time, and then quicker once he can finally feel the boxer start to accept him. He'll definitely have to pick up the pieces after this, but he will. He makes that promise to himself as he lets the urge take over, claiming his partner by pulling him to his chest for a deeper thrust.]
I'm here.