Alba writhed impatiently, cracking open his heavy eyes to gaze up at the creature on top of him. Unable to help rolling his hips slightly to tempt Eridanys back inside. “Good,” he encouraged, rising slightly on his knees and hooking a hand behind Alba’s knee to bend him over himself, aligning himself and pressing both of his eager lengths inside. “Ah—I don’t want to hear you cry—when it’s too much. You asked for this, didn’t you?”
