#gulps

poor mingi's on his hands and knees, face buried in the pillow to hide his flushed cheeks. his back arches so beautifully when you drag the tip of the strap along his hole, slick and begging.

"please..." his voice cracks, twinged with need. "please just-"

"just what, baby?" you lean over his back, kissing between his shoulder blade as you slide a hand up his spine. "use your words."

he whimpers. "want you inside... wanna feel you..."

you guide the head of the strap in, just enough to slowly breach him, and mingi's whole body jolts. his shoulder shake, fingers curling hard into the sheets as he lets out a hitched little gasp.

"oh my god," he breathes, voice breaking. "feels- feels so full already, fuck, i-"

you press one hand to his lower back and push slightly deeper, letting the toy stretch him a little more. he keens, his thighs trembling violently as he tries not to collapse into the bed.

you lean over again, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "relax, baby. i'm not even halfway in." your voice soft and cruelly sweet.

a choked noise falls from his lips, his hips jerking forward like his body is trying to run from the stretch, but your hand closes around his waist, melting him back into position.

"you're taking it so pretty," you purr, kissing his neck. "but you need to breathe for me."

"i-i'm trying," he whines, voice high. "feels so big, please- fuck, keep going, i can take it, i promise-"

you slide in deeper, inch by slow inch, feeling him spasm around you. mingi moans helplessly, drool catching on the pillowcase as his arms finally give out and he sinks down onto his elbows.

"good boy," you murmur, stroking his hip as you bottom out, his loud cry muffled by the sheets. "see? i told you, you can take it." his cock kicks against his stomach; he's so hard it's almost painful, leaking onto the bedsheets.

"move," he begs, voice hoarse. "please, please move, i need it-"

you pull back and thrust in again, watching his entire body quake at the impact. he's so sensitive that every slide of the strap makes his breath catch, his fingers clawing at the mattress.

you pick up the pace, and he whines. "oh- fuck, fuck! i-i'm gonna-" mingi sobs, hips pushing back to meet every thrust even though it's too much. "please don't stop, please-"

you wrap a hand around his cock only once you feel him start to unravel and he comes undone: cumming so hard his whole body arches, a strangled cry leaving him as he pulses in your fist, cum shooting across the sheets. you keep fucking him through it, watching him gasp and twitch under you.