"Hold," Salvatore growled, his hands locking onto Milo's hip bones, his heavy chest pressing down against Milo's bare back to keep him completely secure. He stayed perfectly still inside him, letting Milo's muscles settle around his thickness.
"Breathe through it. Let it open for me."
Milo trembled violently, forcing his body to go slack beneath the man's immovable weight. Slowly, the agonizing fullness transformed into a deep, burning heat that centered entirely in his pelvis.
"Nnghh... Master... p-please, slowly..."
"I know... Relax..." Salvatore began to move, pulling back slowly before driving deep inside him again.
Milo moaned, clenching his hands tightly.
Salvatore did it again. The rhythm was now faster and fiercely passionate.
With every heavy thrust, Salvatore's heavy belt buckle slammed firmly against the skin of Milo's lower back.
A loud, rhythmic striking sound echoed through the bedroom.
