[he pulls Francel's pants off just enough. He pours lotion on his hands and slicks himself up. He positions and presses into him, hoping that he was still somewhat stretched from the night before. His breath hitches as he feels Francel's entrance give way.]
Fury, forgive us. [He whispers this, his eyes fixed on Francel to gauge his reaction, ]
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[he pulls Francel's pants off just enough. He pours lotion on his hands and slicks himself up. He positions and presses into him, hoping that he was still somewhat stretched from the night before. His breath hitches as he feels Francel's entrance give way.]
Fury, forgive us. [He whispers this, his eyes fixed on Francel to gauge his reaction, ]