[ Rau is actually reasonably relaxed. Gil would have to screw this up pretty spectacularly to be worse than the pain Rau dealt with on a daily basis, and if he was that hopeless Talia would have dumped him sooner. So, Rau loops his arms over Gil's shoulders again and rocks slightly into the first exploratory touches. His breath is fast and shallow, but it will take a minute or two before a particularly good swipe pulls a soft groan out of him.
When the first finger goes in, Rau's own fingers dig into Gil's shoulders -- but not scratching, not outright painful. Perfectly manageable. He rocks back onto Gil's finger, about a knuckle's depth, and tilts his hips experimentally, assessing angles. ]
Another, and deeper.
[ Beneath the breathy buzz, his voice is thoughtful, evaluating, even cooperative. It's closer to an order than to praise... but here's something else where they're not working at cross-purposes. ]
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When the first finger goes in, Rau's own fingers dig into Gil's shoulders -- but not scratching, not outright painful. Perfectly manageable. He rocks back onto Gil's finger, about a knuckle's depth, and tilts his hips experimentally, assessing angles. ]
Another, and deeper.
[ Beneath the breathy buzz, his voice is thoughtful, evaluating, even cooperative. It's closer to an order than to praise... but here's something else where they're not working at cross-purposes. ]