He knows how it's meant to go, but that doesn't meant he's prepared. It's only one finger - is it? - but it feels like a lot already. He's keenly aware of the way it slides against his walls, forcing them apart.
Relaxing is supposed to make this go easier. He thought it was self-explanatory, but now that this is actually happening, he finds it much easier said then done. How is he supposed to relax when he has someone else's finger in him, slowly pressing deeper and deeper? He makes a small noise the first time Professor Rammsteiner pulls that finger out of him, breath hitching when that finger is pushed back inside, teasing him open again.
He tries to focus, practicing all the little tricks he had learnt over the years: regulating his breathing, thinking of numbers and spells. The way Professor Rammsteiner is stroking his cock is a distraction; he tries to focus on that as well, sweat trickle down his back.
"More," he mutters. They'll never get anywhere if he doesn't push them along.
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Relaxing is supposed to make this go easier. He thought it was self-explanatory, but now that this is actually happening, he finds it much easier said then done. How is he supposed to relax when he has someone else's finger in him, slowly pressing deeper and deeper? He makes a small noise the first time Professor Rammsteiner pulls that finger out of him, breath hitching when that finger is pushed back inside, teasing him open again.
He tries to focus, practicing all the little tricks he had learnt over the years: regulating his breathing, thinking of numbers and spells. The way Professor Rammsteiner is stroking his cock is a distraction; he tries to focus on that as well, sweat trickle down his back.
"More," he mutters. They'll never get anywhere if he doesn't push them along.