[The brushing of hair against skin was almost distracting, took him a second to even register what it was- and then simply let it toss right in amongst every other sensation going across his skin. Kept fingers curled near Reaper's scalp so he could easily pull at it for that sharp little sensation not meant to hurt, but to sure as hell be felt given it didn't take a genius to put two-and-two together that the old man liked having his hair pulled on.
Breathing was kept as even as 76 could manage, relaxed to let Reaper sink his dick in inch by inch, letting the extra lube and stretching done work for itself. Oh, he definitely felt it, that bit of burn that came with being stretched by something more than fingers pushing in. That was normal, that was minor discomfort he could deal with, would fade away once he got used to the size of the intrusion- even quicker if he could press up against tat bundle of nerves.
Nails grazed Reaper's scalp, pulling and keeping his head in for that kiss by that hold, 76 letting his other hand leave behind those long lines of marks dragging along the other's back. Going towards the small of it as if to encourage his sinking in. Noises muffled by lips again- and there was some low noise once he was fully in, taking that time to adjust—
His back arched at that rocking, thighs pressing against Reaper's sides as a leg hooked around so a hell pressed against one of those large thighs. All the better to encourage that motion as his hips rolled a bit in turn. A low noise muffled against that harsh press of lips.]
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Date: 2022-05-16 01:10 am (UTC)From:Breathing was kept as even as 76 could manage, relaxed to let Reaper sink his dick in inch by inch, letting the extra lube and stretching done work for itself. Oh, he definitely felt it, that bit of burn that came with being stretched by something more than fingers pushing in. That was normal, that was minor discomfort he could deal with, would fade away once he got used to the size of the intrusion- even quicker if he could press up against tat bundle of nerves.
Nails grazed Reaper's scalp, pulling and keeping his head in for that kiss by that hold, 76 letting his other hand leave behind those long lines of marks dragging along the other's back. Going towards the small of it as if to encourage his sinking in. Noises muffled by lips again- and there was some low noise once he was fully in, taking that time to adjust—
His back arched at that rocking, thighs pressing against Reaper's sides as a leg hooked around so a hell pressed against one of those large thighs. All the better to encourage that motion as his hips rolled a bit in turn. A low noise muffled against that harsh press of lips.]