Inigo cries out around your cock

Inigo cries out around your cock, the sound high and raw. His hips buck once, twice, before he seems to realize what he’s doing and tries to still them. Kyle doesn’t let him. He keeps the pressure steady on that same spot, slow and deliberate.

“That’s his prostate,” Kyle tells you quietly. “Virgin or not, the body knows what feels good. Watch his face. The second the panic starts to turn into something else, that’s when we continue.”

You watch. Inigo’s eyes are glassy, lips stretched around your cock, spit running down his chin. For a long moment he just shakes. Then, almost against his will, his hips rock back the smallest amount, taking Kyle’s fingers deeper on his own.

Kyle’s voice stays calm. “There it is. That’s the moment.”

He withdraws his fingers. Inigo makes a broken, protesting sound at the loss. Kyle coats himself quickly and presses the blunt head of his cock against the slick, open hole.

“Slow,” he reminds you. “He’s never taken a cock before. If you feel him lock up, freeze. Let him breathe through it.”

Kyle pushes forward. The head slips inside with a wet, tight resistance that makes Inigo’s eyes fly wide. A high, startled noise tears out of him. Kyle stops immediately, buried only an inch, both hands steady on Inigo’s hips.

“Breathe,” Kyle orders the boy, voice still even. “You’re not being hurt. You’re being filled. There’s a difference.”

Inigo’s chest heaves. Tears keep falling, but the sharp edge of panic in his breathing slowly dulls. After nearly half a minute his hole twitches, then softens again around the intrusion. Kyle gives him another inch. Then another. Each one draws a new sound out of Inigo—half protest, half something hungrier he clearly doesn’t want to name.

When Kyle finally seats himself fully, Inigo’s whole body goes rigid. A long, shaky moan spills around your cock. His neglected cock jerks hard inside the soaked fabric of his pants.

Kyle holds still, fully buried, and looks at you.

“Now we stay right here,” he says. “Let him feel every inch. Let him realize what his body is already deciding.”

Inigo’s hips twitch once, then again, small helpless rolls that push him back onto Kyle’s cock even while fresh tears run down his face.