[A choked gasp escapes him when he's finally in. The tightness, the heat, the feeling of being inside Turlough — it feels so unbelievably good, even more than the feel of his mouth on him, so much better than anything else he's ever felt before.
He moans, long and low, as he presses his face into the crook of Turlough's shoulder, and keeps one hand at his hip while the other wraps around to slide up his chest. He doesn't know if he should start moving yet, but he can't help slightly rocking his hips, trying to push further into him.]
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He moans, long and low, as he presses his face into the crook of Turlough's shoulder, and keeps one hand at his hip while the other wraps around to slide up his chest. He doesn't know if he should start moving yet, but he can't help slightly rocking his hips, trying to push further into him.]