It's easier with a rhythm. With that drag, and the pressure, and Pope's weight over him. Carver shudders, unmoored, but he rocks back into it. Trying to chase the sensation. Like that, Pope tells him, so soft the enemy won't hear, and the praise makes him groan. Makes him arch into it, some of the sick tension bleeding away.
He spreads his legs more, making a small sound as Pope fucks him. Doesn't hurt him. Keeps him safe.
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Date: 2024-06-12 01:22 am (UTC)He spreads his legs more, making a small sound as Pope fucks him. Doesn't hurt him. Keeps him safe.