For a moment, Lane's vision went blank. His eyes widened, but the white sheets and the scattered petals that were in front of him only became more blurry.
"Ah!" he cried out loudly, grasping onto the sheets.
"Ugh…" Damien groaned in response. His cock was already all the way in. Just like Lane had told him to do, he went 'straight in'. Now that he was inside, though, he paused, to give Lane some time to adjust and get used to it. "Are you… Are you alright?" he muttered with difficulty, his voice strained from holding himself back. He had thought that he couldn't wait any longer earlier, but it could get even harder, as it turned out… Now that Lane's inner walls were squeezing him from all sides, he felt as if he was losing his mind. Still, he endured.
Lane didn't answer him. He was just breathing heavily, his head hanging low, his lashes fluttering…
