[He's honestly not expecting Dedue to hold his hand. It's... kind of overwhelming, how intimate the simple little act is, and so he holds it tightly back as he moves, shifts, thrusts into him until he finds the right angle that makes him cry out sharply in that same way as before, that shows just how good it feels.
Even if it's muffled into his mouth.
Even if he's still just half-hard, still recovering from the first round, tired and oversensitive.
But now that he can just lay back and enjoy himself, it all starts hitting him hard, how intoxicating the sensation is, how much Dedue seems to be enjoying reducing him to a mess.
It's... fun. He enjoys it far more than he feels like he ought to.]
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Even if it's muffled into his mouth.
Even if he's still just half-hard, still recovering from the first round, tired and oversensitive.
But now that he can just lay back and enjoy himself, it all starts hitting him hard, how intoxicating the sensation is, how much Dedue seems to be enjoying reducing him to a mess.
It's... fun. He enjoys it far more than he feels like he ought to.]