Lucille

You stroked the inside of Zandik's thigh as you continued to work your finger inside him, his body jerking with every curl of your digit, until he seems to become adjusted to the feeling. You can't help but want to praise him for doing so well for you, reaching to kiss the edges of his damp eyes, and then a small one to the tip of his aching cock, begging for attention but you would tend to that later.

Despite the fog in his mind from his tears and your fingers, he still remains focused on you as you sufficiently lather your strap. Perhaps he's mentally taking notes on this for further reference, knowing him. Or perhaps through the haze of pleasure Zandik still takes in your loveliness. Ignoring your own desire in favor of his own, no, maybe it would be more accurate to stay your pleasure stems from seeing his one fulfilled. It is not a sentiment he can say he's used to. But soon enough, the tip of your cock presses against his hole while your arms gently but firmly grasp his thighs to keep them open.

"I'll be gentle," you promise, nudging the strap against his opening experimentally, treating him as something that could break if not handled properly.

"I don't need your coddling," he mumbles weakly, which makes you laugh, because you really have been coddling him from the start. Whatever else he had to say died on his lips, instead replaced by a whimper, when you finally pushed into him. The intrusion feels... odd, at first, naturally unfamiliar, but the more you inched into him, the thickness began to make a pleasurable feeling slowly but surely build up, if not noticeable from Zandik's gasps but the way his cock weeps with need.

You do keep your promise, slowly dragging your hips, but it doesn't stop you from discovering and hitting his sensitive spot early on. Before he had been able to keep most of his moans down, but with you now fully inside of him, that was something he could no longer keep up.

"Are you feeling good?" His briefly dried up tears are back by the time you find a good rhythm to fuck him, and the way you pant and squeeze your legs together only makes Zandik's throat close up more. "It's okay. I know you are. But I do miss the way you'd quip back at me..." You moved to wrap your hand around his cock, already knowing your lover is practically moments away from coming. Timing your strokes in line with the few final thrusts into his hole, the scholar spurts all over your hand.