[ Dom is feeling lighter than he thought he would, a sense of satisfaction radiating at Theo's impatience, feeling the head of his cock bump against his entrance before Dom finally follows. He sinks with an open-mouthed sigh that becomes a small grunt; it hurts, but never enough to make him want to stop, gradually coming down until he's sitting on Theo's legs again, full and so tight. He flexes around him, screws up his expression even though it feels better than it ever is uncomfortable, then moves his hips, hands on his boyfriend's chest. ]
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Like that, Teddie?