[Credence frowns at the lubricant, brows furrowed and mouth pinched in confusion.
He doesn't know what he'll need that for, nobody had ever mentioned that. The conversations he'd been allowed to have about sex were few, but this hadn't been concluded. He wants to ask, he would have, but that small sound, that disapproval, it hurts. All the way to his core. More than he can understand in this moment with everything else that's going on.]
I'm trying, I want to be good for you.
[His lower lip trembles and he smooths his hand down his back, trying not to be overwhelmed by the dual sensations of having his cock sucked and fingers pressed against his hole. It burns, at first, feels strange in an unexpected way, but it gives way as he breathes through it.]
I don't know how.
[Relaxing, usually, isn't something someone has to tell him to do. He can, if he wants, but right now it seems impossible. He makes a sound, grunts as he pushes his hips down impatiently, thinking that'll make the pressure ease into pleasure.] Help me, please.
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He doesn't know what he'll need that for, nobody had ever mentioned that. The conversations he'd been allowed to have about sex were few, but this hadn't been concluded. He wants to ask, he would have, but that small sound, that disapproval, it hurts. All the way to his core. More than he can understand in this moment with everything else that's going on.]
I'm trying, I want to be good for you.
[His lower lip trembles and he smooths his hand down his back, trying not to be overwhelmed by the dual sensations of having his cock sucked and fingers pressed against his hole. It burns, at first, feels strange in an unexpected way, but it gives way as he breathes through it.]
I don't know how.
[Relaxing, usually, isn't something someone has to tell him to do. He can, if he wants, but right now it seems impossible. He makes a sound, grunts as he pushes his hips down impatiently, thinking that'll make the pressure ease into pleasure.] Help me, please.