[ Aspen gasps out loudly and his back arches to try and push back on Sinbad's length all at once - but he can't. His hips move but it's ineffectual - he can only really shift side to side, making him let out a frustrated noise, even if he's doing good at keeping the panic biting at the back of his throat. He breathes in and looks up at Sinbad, letting his racing heart settle, letting himself moan aloud as the pinch of pain and burn of him sliding into his small body settled.
That pain, surprisingly, is what makes him calm; his head falls back and he whines. ]
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That pain, surprisingly, is what makes him calm; his head falls back and he whines. ]
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