Shaking his head at himself, he reaches down with one hand to guide Irvin again. It's different in more than one way and, oddly, there's also less pain. Yes, it burns when he lets Irvin enter him and quickly pounds him open, but his thoughts are clouded with quiet acceptance, his body more relaxed than last time.

Now he only wishes it wouldn't make his own cock stir between his legs. Both hands back on the floor for support, which is desperately needed considering Irvin's strength, he allows his mind to clear. What he hears -- his own harsh breath mixed with Irvin's, the sound of Irvin slapping his cock into him -- and feels -- the constant sting of stretching and the way his knees dig into the hard floor.