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Even though Lowell’s hole was already stretched and twitching, it still looked daunting compared to Felix’s fully hardened girth.
“If it hurts, tell me.”
With those words, Felix slowly pushed inside.
He couldn’t entirely shake off his worries — the insertion was painstakingly slow and deliberate.
Because Felix was long to begin with, it took a while for him to fully enter, and the sluggish pace was enough to drive Lowell insane.
The vivid sensation of Felix’s length rubbing against every ridge inside made Lowell desperate.
He felt like he could climax immediately if only the deepest part was hit — but instead, that unresolved pleasure simply pooled inside him.
‘You really don’t need to baby me this much…’
Even now, Felix prioritized Lowell’s safety over his own desires.
He couldn’t surrender to instinct, even half-dazed by pleasure.
Lowell decided he would have to be the one to finally pull out that stubborn safety pin.
“I’m fine,”
Lowell said, his rare grimace accompanied by a hoarse voice.
His pale legs weakly wrapped around Felix’s waist, pulling him in deeper.
“Just push it all the way in.”
He deliberately lowered his voice, soft and enticing.
“You really have no idea… how much I’m holding back, saying stuff like that.”
Felix growled each word, grinding them out as if chewing them.
It should have sounded threatening, but Lowell didn’t back down at all.
If he was the type to shrink back from this kind of thing, he wouldn’t have dared to speak up in the first place.
“I want you to stop holding back, Felix.”
And just like Lowell intended — no, even more intensely than he had intended — Felix’s restraint shattered.
“Aaah, ahh, it’s so deep— ngh.”
Felix’s cock slammed into him mercilessly.
But despite the roughness, it didn’t hurt at all.
Lowell’s slickness soaked Felix completely, and even pooled inside, making wet squelching sounds that filled the room.
At first, there were rough, plunging noises with each thrust, but soon the sound softened into an embarrassingly lewd squelch.
‘Felix hasn’t even come yet, but I already feel so full inside…’
Normally, hearing Lowell moan this way would have made Felix slow down and check on him.
Not this time.
“Isn’t this what you asked for?” Felix growled.
Once unleashed, Felix didn’t hold back anymore.
Though he reflexively avoided pushing deep enough to hit Lowell’s womb, every brush against the inner walls sent electric shocks through Lowell’s body.
“It’s reaching— it’s reaching too deep— hnn… can you go a little shallower?”
Lowell knew in his head that Felix would never actually harm the baby — he wouldn’t push that far.
Still, the words slipped out unconsciously, betraying a slight fear.
In truth, the sensation of being filled to that extreme wasn’t painful at all — it was closer to overwhelming pleasure — but it was still an intensity he rarely felt, even during sex with Felix.
‘Even when he’s rutted out of his mind, he barely reaches that spot…’
If Lowell had been in a true heat cycle, he might have just surrendered himself completely to the pleasure.
But this was just arousal like heat, not the real thing.
He couldn’t completely abandon reason.
Noticing that Lowell was distracted, Felix slowed slightly, rubbing Lowell’s body tenderly and murmuring:
“I won’t reach where the baby is. You know that, right?”
Felix’s voice, gentle and reassuring, should have calmed Lowell.
But somehow, it sounded more like sweet-talking manipulation to Lowell’s ears.
“You’re okay, right? Say you’re okay, Lowell.”
And just as Lowell suspected, Felix pressed insistently, demanding an answer.
It was obvious Felix wouldn’t accept anything but “I’m fine,” yet his voice was desperate enough to tug at Lowell’s heart.
Lowell, inwardly finding it a little annoying, almost nodded without thinking.
“If you don’t say it out loud… then… ngh… I’ll just keep going. Don’t just spill tears — say it.”
Felix pressed on relentlessly, determined to get an answer.
Even as he demanded a response, his fierce length ravaged Lowell’s insides, forcing out broken cries from him.
Since they were lying sideways, Lowell’s legs were spread wide open, and every thrust from Felix felt even sharper.
His movements crushed against Lowell’s prostate and sweet spots, dragging his cock almost all the way out, scraping against the trembling inner walls.
Lewd sounds filled the air, wet and messy, from the fluids dripping uncontrollably between them.
“Ugh, haah… I-it’s fine!”
Almost like he was waiting for it, Felix slammed his cock back inside the moment Lowell gave his shaky reply.
Even though he was being careful not to go all the way in, it was still too much for Lowell, who shook his head weakly.
His mouth said he was fine, but his body struggled under the strain.
Feeling a rush of tenderness toward Lowell, who was desperately trying to take him in, Felix kissed him all over, gentle amidst the roughness.
“Hnnh, ugh…”
The trembling, softened inner walls clung tightly to Felix’s cock, pouring out warmth.
With the sweet scent of Lowell’s pheromones mixing in, Felix felt like his mind might explode with the urge to lick him all over.
“Tell me honestly. Is it really just ‘fine’? Or do you actually like it?”
Hearing Lowell say it was “fine” only made Felix greedier, his voice dropping low and carnal as he pressed him for the truth.
His movements were a little gentler now, showing that the wild passion from before had cooled slightly, but the heat between them still burned fiercely.
The sudden shift in pace made Lowell moan in a dizzy, trembling voice.
“Uuh, hnnng!”
Even though the thrusts were lighter, the angle had changed, hitting a different spot — making Lowell’s body react even more sensitively.
He trembled, shedding involuntary tears as his body shook.
Felix, who usually remained composed no matter what, gritted his teeth hard.
“Judging by the way you’re clinging onto me down there, it seems like you do like it. So why the tears?”
“Aah, ngh, uhnn…”
Felix, who had been pulling out, stopped moving and wiped the tears from Lowell’s cheeks.
But at the worst possible moment, his cock pressed right against Lowell’s prostate — the perfect angle — and Lowell, who had only been leaking a little before, suddenly spilled a thick load of semen.
Lowell’s stomach was splattered with his own release.
He gripped the sheets tightly, trying to resist the overwhelming pleasure, but he couldn’t fight against the crashing waves of sensation.
“Ugh… I’m not crying because I want to…!”
As Lowell came, his inner walls convulsed, trembling around Felix’s cock and desperately squeezing as if to milk him dry.
Felix narrowed his eyes, tightly holding onto Lowell’s spasming body to make sure he didn’t get hurt.
But the restrained thrusting only made the stabbing pleasure sharper, and Lowell let out high-pitched cries.
“Aah, haah, hngh!”
“If it really hurts, say it.”
Felix’s voice was firm.
Even though Lowell felt like he was about to lose consciousness, he still managed to nod.
Unable to hold back, Felix buried his face into Lowell’s neck, nibbling him roughly but not hard enough to break the skin.
He sucked and bit lightly, leaving countless faint marks all over — so many that even from far away, it would be obvious Lowell belonged to someone.
While Felix was busy marking him up, his thrusting weakened slightly, giving Lowell a brief chance to catch his breath.
‘Why does it feel like the more we do this, the less I can handle it?’
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