[Any budding fear of having hurt his friend melts away the moment he pushes back, the sensation overwhelming him and almost letting his weight bear down on the other man. After such a hasty preparation, this feels tighter than anything he's felt around him before, maybe even more than the first time that they had sex-- and he knows that that's not what he should only care about after being more reckless than usual, but it's just so good...
His hands come up to the man's hips and grip them, a little tighter than he would allow himself to do any other time. Lifting them up - almost enough so he'd have to balance on his toes - he starts to move, rocking into the man at a steady rhythm that he doesn't need long to find.
They've already had sex so much that there's no need to be slow and experimental, no need to try to find his way when he knows it well.]
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His hands come up to the man's hips and grip them, a little tighter than he would allow himself to do any other time. Lifting them up - almost enough so he'd have to balance on his toes - he starts to move, rocking into the man at a steady rhythm that he doesn't need long to find.
They've already had sex so much that there's no need to be slow and experimental, no need to try to find his way when he knows it well.]