[It's going to hurt, but it's the kind of ache he won't complain about. He feels the other man move, pulling back and pushing back inside; Abbacchio bites onto a finger, which is meager in muffling the ragged groan drawn out of him.
Relax. It's spoken like a command, and he sinks a little against the wall, peering over his shoulder. His legs nudge open a bit more, like it'll make any difference.]
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[It's going to hurt, but it's the kind of ache he won't complain about. He feels the other man move, pulling back and pushing back inside; Abbacchio bites onto a finger, which is meager in muffling the ragged groan drawn out of him.
Relax. It's spoken like a command, and he sinks a little against the wall, peering over his shoulder. His legs nudge open a bit more, like it'll make any difference.]
As relaxed as I'm gonna be.