He's barely able to move with how hard Jade is clenching down, even if he's taking it very slowly. Heine moves one hand up, smoothing his palm and fingers over Jade's side and hip.

Relax, he wants to say again. Instead he rubs his fingertips against Jade's skin, trying to make him ease up as he keeps pushing into him. He's so fucking tight, Heine can scarcely breathe or concentrate on anything but the sheer heat of it.

He draws back slightly before easing back in a few seconds later. It takes a minute or two, though, before he's in nearly all the way. He pauses then, leaning over Jade to rest his forehead on his shoulder and catch his breath.