Well. The way this man is responding, eager to relax around his finger, Kronid fully expects the endeavor of preparing him isn't going to take too long. He starts to find and build a rhythm, rocking the finger in and out, in and out, crooking his slender fingertip at the top of each stroke to brush that sensitive spot inside. He presses outward as he does this, encouraging Bruno to relax, to stretch.
It's not long before that second finger follows, pushing the limit all the further.
Bruno's fingers graze along his abdoment, the crest of his hip - the vampire shudders, but rocks his hips back and away. "Not yet," he purrs, low and dangerous.
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Date: 2022-04-04 08:30 am (UTC)It's not long before that second finger follows, pushing the limit all the further.
Bruno's fingers graze along his abdoment, the crest of his hip - the vampire shudders, but rocks his hips back and away. "Not yet," he purrs, low and dangerous.
"Soon."