While it's less of a challenge for his body, it's definitely one for his mind. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, gnawing as the man's cock slides into him. Inch by inch, not one straight thrust that'd rock him forward and his jaw cracking on the ground. It's good. A warm hand on his back to steady him, his gaze lingers on the man's face. His toes curl when he clenches down around the man's length, at first more of a twitch, then with a bit more force.

Shuddering, he pushes back. He doesn't need to say anything, he thinks. It must be obvious to any observer, but undoubtedly for the man who's buried within him, that he likes this. The slow burn of his body getting accustomed to the girth and weight. On the other hand, the pleasant intimacy throws him off. He releases a sharp breath and lowers his eyes. His first time would have been a lot easier, had that guy treated him more like this.

And that isn't a thought he should be thinking.