[Lance settles further into his fingers and he presents very little in the way of preventing him. He was gearing up to add another, but he won't rush him into something when he's...acclimating at his own pace. His fist treads the length of his dick several times meanwhile, lips smear along his throat as soon as they're free to do so.]
You alright?
[Softly, with a kiss to his collar bone. He'll curl his finger back some, then extend it within him; it's not a toight fit -- just snug, warm. He's not worried.]
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You alright?
[Softly, with a kiss to his collar bone. He'll curl his finger back some, then extend it within him; it's not a toight fit -- just snug, warm. He's not worried.]