[ That earns a big, deep-throated laugh out of him. ]
It’s fine. I know you can take it. You’re stronger than you look, aren’t you?
[ Or at least he assumes that Luke would say as much, but Sinsa’s not going to dwell too hard on that now that Luke’s sufficiently prepared and his own patience is wearing thin.
So he wastes no time in easing himself—slowly, despite himself—inside of Luke, groaning with pleasure as he’s steadily enveloped in heat. ]
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It’s fine. I know you can take it. You’re stronger than you look, aren’t you?
[ Or at least he assumes that Luke would say as much, but Sinsa’s not going to dwell too hard on that now that Luke’s sufficiently prepared and his own patience is wearing thin.
So he wastes no time in easing himself—slowly, despite himself—inside of Luke, groaning with pleasure as he’s steadily enveloped in heat. ]
…Fuck.