After an extended session of foreplay and with careful hands, he parted Soren's thighs wider while positioning himself before pressing forward in one steady, deliberate thrust. The heat and tightness that enveloped him drew a low, shuddering breath from his chest, but he forced himself to stay completely still.
Leaning close, Cael kissed him deeply and continued to touch and stroke him, ensuring the pain stayed manageable.
"Haa… hngh…" Soren gasped against Cael's lips with trembling voice. "It hurts…"
Cael pressed another tender kiss to Soren's forehead as gently as if Soren were truly his lover and whispered against his ear.
"I know," Cael whispered while pulling back just enough to brush his lips across Soren's damp forehead in a kiss so tender it felt almost reverent. "Shh… just relax for me. Breathe. Let yourself open up, or it will hurt more."
Still dazed, Soren gazed directly into Cael's eyes.
