[There's a tense and strange moment where L is frozen, feeling disassociated. Is this hungry, demanding thing a part of him at all, or something disembodied?
The prick of her claws is a grounding reminder of where he is, what he's doing, where he retains control and agency. He presses more deeply at her urging, feeling the head of his member press past firm ridges that squeeze him as he goes. They squeeze in such a snug way, in fact, that he momentarily forgets that there are men more well-endowed than he is.
The pulsing instinct is such a natural thing. Alex knows it, and urges it; L's body knows the same. This is another thing that seems to vary little between male and female bodies; the one encased will want to move, and do so at a pace that suits him, that carves pleasingly at the hunger he feels behind his navel. He impales with what he has, stopping only when no more length can be spared and their bodies are fully joined, panting raggedly. He pulls away only so he can feel the slide of her inner walls against him, the contoured squeeze and sweetness, as he plunges in again, more quickly, with the confidence of one who has felt it before.]
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The prick of her claws is a grounding reminder of where he is, what he's doing, where he retains control and agency. He presses more deeply at her urging, feeling the head of his member press past firm ridges that squeeze him as he goes. They squeeze in such a snug way, in fact, that he momentarily forgets that there are men more well-endowed than he is.
The pulsing instinct is such a natural thing. Alex knows it, and urges it; L's body knows the same. This is another thing that seems to vary little between male and female bodies; the one encased will want to move, and do so at a pace that suits him, that carves pleasingly at the hunger he feels behind his navel. He impales with what he has, stopping only when no more length can be spared and their bodies are fully joined, panting raggedly. He pulls away only so he can feel the slide of her inner walls against him, the contoured squeeze and sweetness, as he plunges in again, more quickly, with the confidence of one who has felt it before.]