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[He's practically shaking with need from the moment he feels her hands on him, even moreso at that first press of the strap-on. He groans low in his throat, tries to stay as still as possible no matter how much he wants to push back and force it in deeper.

(he's going to be good, he's going to please her)

And then she's sliding in and Thomas cries out, screwing his eyes shut and just groaning incoherently because it's so good. Because he enjoys the feeling of fullness more than he'd ever realised but it's better when it's not his fingers, better when it's her. And maybe it's not really her, when it's a toy, but... but it's close enough. She's still fucking him, and it's still perfect.]

A-ah, ah, more...