[ With a brief kiss to Kaeya's temple, Trahearne sits back on his heels and removes his fingers. He lathers what remains of the lube from his fingers (it's a lot) over his stamen, mixing it with what syrup has begun to leak from the tip.
One hand grabs Kaeya's hip to steady him, while the other guides himself right into him.
A throaty, gravelly groan slips from his lips as the heat overcomes him. His eyes slip shut, his head lolls to the side, and he pauses for a moment to let himself settle in the floating sensation.
It doesn't take long, though, for Trahearne to begin slow, measured thrusts, each motion accompanied by quiet exhales. ]
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One hand grabs Kaeya's hip to steady him, while the other guides himself right into him.
A throaty, gravelly groan slips from his lips as the heat overcomes him. His eyes slip shut, his head lolls to the side, and he pauses for a moment to let himself settle in the floating sensation.
It doesn't take long, though, for Trahearne to begin slow, measured thrusts, each motion accompanied by quiet exhales. ]