“I—I don’t think… it’s gonna fit.”
A quiet chuckle escaped Ody. “What, you want a third finger?”
Mano’s breath hitched, his eyes squeezing shut. “It’s… it’s not gonna fit.”
“Hey.” Ody’s voice softened. “Don’t worry.” He reached for the lube, spreading it carefully before moving back toward him.
“Ody…”
“You think I’m that big?” A teasing smile pulled at his lips.
“I… never said otherwise…” Mano glanced to the side, lashes lowering.
Ody’s smile deepened. “You don’t get an opinion on that until you’ve had me in your mouth.”
“S-shut up, damn it.” Mano shot him a look, catching the edge of that grin.
Ody shifted over him, bracing a hand beside his head.
Mano tensed as he felt him press against him. “Wait—”
“Hey.” Ody’s voice dropped. “Relax.” He held there, not pushing any further.
Shaky breaths slipped from Mano’s lips. “Shit… it’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”
“If it hurts, I stop. I promise.”
Mano held his gaze for a moment, then nodded.
Ody stroked him slowly, his lips brushing along his neck. He shifted closer, letting himself press gently against his hole. He eased forward, watching him.
A low moan broke from Mano as his grip tightened on Ody’s arm, his eyes squeezing shut.
“You’re doing good… You’re taking me so well,” Ody murmured, his hand moving around Mano’s dick.
He eased a little deeper and Mano tensed beneath him. “Stop!” He gasped.
Ody froze at once, holding still. “Does it hurt?”
A shaky sob slipped from Mano’s lips. “You’re too big… pull out.”
Ody did, his hands coming up to cup Mano’s face. “You’re doing great, baby… you just have to relax. I’ll go as slow as you need,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Wanna try again?” He brushed a strand of hair back from Mano’s forehead.
“Stroke me first,” Mano whispered.
Ody’s hand wrapped around him again. Mano’s moans started soft, then sharpened.
“You drive me crazy, Mano,” Ody said, not stopping.
Mano gasped, barely catching his breath. “Go in… slowly.”
Without breaking rhythm, Ody eased into him, careful.
Mano relaxed, letting him move a little deeper.
“Ah—slower…” he breathed, gripping Ody’s back for support.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, stroking him. He reached for the lube with his free hand, adding more. His hips moved slow, back and forth.