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"ouais- ok" is all lance can say as he has to change their position to shove his cock deeper inside of esteban, still trying to be careful. He had practiced this multiple times as a teenager, rutting into his moisturised hand or some tissues until he came from the burning friction.
His thrusts became slower but they got deeper and had more force, just like how his boyfriend wanted them to be. He fucked him like he meant it this time even though his brain was telling him to stop, telling him to be gentle with him but he didn't listen... A string of french curses came out of his mouth as he slowly became sloppier, losing his rhythm and trying to chase his own release.
He knew esteban was close by the way he writhed and whined, the tip of his cock weeping pre-cum in the bed. Lance wished he could tattoo the image of Esteban's face when he came on to his brain and keep it there forever, it was truly a sight to behold in his eyes. He continued to thrust without any form or sequence or rhythm until he paused...
"In or out ?" He asked Esteban, hoping for an answer.
"In-" and just like that, lance was thrusting again and eventually stilling as he came inside his boyfriend with a moan that would put a pornstar to shame.