I've wanted you to do this for a long time. [ murmured. he sounds a little far-off, lost in the pleasure mixing with a little pain from being stretched - more discomfort than anything because it's bigger than he's used to.

he loves him, he really does, and he can't help but whisper it against his ear before leaning into the nip to his own earlobe. ] I'd imagine it was you while I did it.

[ still whispering, his back arching to urge into the thrusts. ] Sometimes I'd work up to three fingers and pretend— [ he cuts off on a soft noise, burying this one against graves as well. ] I wanted it to be you so badly. To feel you inside me.