Bruno gasps at that finger entering him--no amount of anticipation had readied him for this when it actually happened. And yet that gasped breath is released raggedly, and the breaths following it aren't much smoother. He never would have thought something that cold sliding into him would be at all pleasant, but it's exciting, jangling his nerves in such a way that he finds himself wanting more, further, deeper, until it brushes against that little bundle of nerves and draws a long, lustful sound from him.

He's tight, yes, but he moves in such a manner that clearly says he's too far gone to care, that he wants more, trembling with desire. Oh, yes, he is very responsive, every touch further unravelling him as his heated fingers try to move lower, try to return even a fraction of the ecstasy rolling through him.