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Loid’s finger was slow, pressing tentatively against his master’s slick entrance. He pushed a joint past the rim and Albrecht gasped.
“Are you alright?”
He let out an mhm of assent.
“May I…?”
“Keep going,” he commanded, his voice deep and blunt.
“As you wish, Master.”
Without fanfare, his thin, lithe finger pressed deeper, slowly, until it was fully inside his master up to the knuckle. Entrati drew a deep, slow breath, being sure to relax and unclench as much as possible. The pressure was…uncomfortable, but not bad.
“How does it feel?” Loid pried, sounding gently concerned.
“It’s…fine.”
Loid gave him a look of apprehension.
“Albrecht, if this isn’t right, we don’t have—“
“Keep…going, my Loid…” he said, his husky voice commanding. Loid felt a bolt of arousal course through him.
“Of course.”
Loid’s second finger pressed hesitantly against his entrance, asking for permission. Entrati made no moves, and loid carefully slipped it inside him with a soft squelch, going just as slow as the first digit. He looked at his master, who was lying there, impassive. It made him feel ashamed—like he was violating him. Entrati didn’t seem to be enjoying it; he wasn’t erect at all.
“Start moving.”
“Yes, of course.”
Loid gently curled his fingers back and forth, cautious but exploring. He felt no bump—nothing that told him he was in the right spot. Was he in too deep? Too shallow? Too far back to reach it?
His worries were interrupted when entrati groaned and twitched.
“Master…?”
Albrecht's face was flushed, sweat beading on his temple. His eyes were twisted shut, but he didn’t seem to be in pain.
“Does it feel…?”
“Keep going, loid. Do it again.” Loid looked towards his Master’s groin. Entrati’s once flaccid cock was becoming stiffer—though not yet fully erect.
“Yes.”
Anxiously, he curled his fingers up, pushing them deeper and further forward than last time. Entrat’s hips thrusted with a soft gasp, his lips parted slightly. The flush was spreading across his face, which was twisted into some kind of expression—it looked equally like pleasure or pain.
“Master, are you alright—”
“Don’t…talk. Just keep going,” he practically whined, his bassy voice curling with arousal. His eyes were closed, and Loid noticed his eyelashes; he’d never taken note of how long they were before.
With no hesitation, he once more curled his fingers up inside of entrati, feeling his body twitch in response. He curled them again, feeling around, trying to press harder; slowly, Entrati’s hips began to writhe, bucking up slightly each time loid pressed down on a certain spot. Loid figured his fingers were in the right place now—he received confirmation when he saw Entrati’s cock fully erect, pressed up against his soft stomach.
One of entrati’s hands crept down to grab his erection, but loid grabbed him by the wrist to stop him. He opened his eyes, looking up at him with confusion.
“Please, Albrecht— let me take care of you,” he said, releasing Albrecht's hand and placing his own firmly around his master’s cock. Albrecht twitched against his touch, feeling more sensitive than usual.
“Alright. Go on, then.”
Loid smirked, tightening his grip on his master’s shaft. He started to stroke, slowly, surely—he only had his precum to lubricate, so loid didnt want to hurt him by being too harsh. With the utmost concentration he curled his fingers up again, his other hand stroking up and down the shaft at a quicker pace.
“Deeper.”
“Im sorry?”
“Get your fingers deeper, Loid.”
He obliged, pushing his fingers further inwards and once more curling them up against entratis walls. He was met with another groan, this one pitched higher in his register—that was a good sign.
He resumed his stroking, keeping a stiff grip as he thrust his fingers inside with the other hand. Entrati's hips began moving, rutting up into lloyds hand as he gasped softly, his face flushed. Sheepishly, Entratis hands snaked their way under his shirt and towards his chest, where he started pinching his nipples. Loid watched as he played with himself, his hips thrusting, his fingers teasing his pink nipples.