Tiger and Bunny Anon Meme Part 1
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“Most people aren't me,” he assured, nudging his fingers up a few more times to rub over his prostate. Ivan looked to be at a total loss, not sure whether he should be covering his mouth with his hands or gripping the sheets with them instead.
Slowly, he removed his fingers and watched him squirm, trying to adjust to their absence. There were so many things he wanted to do to him. The future, he told himself. He had a lot of time in the future to do whatever he wanted.
He grinned, a slow, creeping smile. He couldn't help the pride he felt, realizing that this was the first time he would be introducing Ivan to his master's cock.
He breathed a hard sigh, relieved to finally be free of the tight restriction that his pants were putting on him. A few strokes to coat his cock and he felt like he should be ashamed of how wet the tip of his cock was already. Instead, he just felt... elated.
“Wait a second,” Ivan said, holding up a hand again. “You aren't taking off your clothes?”
Yuri shrugged. “Must I? Here.” He slid his tie off all the way, dropped it to the floor. “There you go. Okay, now come here.”
He put his hands on Ivan's knees and spread them farther apart so he could get himself comfortably situated between them and lifted his hips slightly to place him more in his lap, giving him a nice angle to work with. He didn't do this position very often, but this was supposed to be a bonding experience for them, yes? Like the way a baby bird identifies the first thing it sees as its mother...
Whatever, he was definitely over-thinking things, but it was a momentous occasion.
The first time he pressed inside him felt ridiculous. Ivan grabbed a fistful of the sheets instantly and jerked his hips as if to move away, but Yuri held him down firmly to cease his struggling. He gave him about three seconds to adjust before he pressed in again and the whimper he received from him made Yuri worry about that spontaneous flame problem of his. He hadn't expected to need some time himself, so he took it a little slower until both of them were on the same page.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
Ivan wiggled helplessly; for what specific reason, to get more or get away, Yuri wasn't perfectly sure until he finally responded with that timid voice of his. “It's good.”
“Really?”
He nodded slightly. “It's tight, though.”
“Does it hurt?”
He bit his lip between his teeth and tentatively gave another upward roll of his hips to bring himself down more onto Yuri's lap, driving him deeper. The move made his breath catch and his cock twitched impatiently against his stomach. “It does kind of - not too much, but it... feels good,” he breathed quietly.
With each thrust, Ivan grew more compliant beneath him, meeting him halfway, until his legs were quivering with loosely contained pleasure instead of nerves and fear.
“Good.”
Good and glad that it hurt, that it felt good, that Ivan was his, his, his. What a special occasion.
He leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Ivan's back, pressing them closely together while he used his other hand to finally pay some attention to his cock, stroking him slowly in time with the movement of his hips.
“I really won't leave you alone,” he reminded him, pressing his lips against his ear.
So close, he could tell. If it were possible, he could feel Ivan becoming even tighter around him. He hadn't known how long to expect him to be able to hold on for, but he had done so well. Yuri was shamefully close himself. He didn't want to waste a precious second of this feeling, but he knew that even the best of things had their limits and he was near to reaching his.
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