"As I have yours, my dear friend!"
"I have faired quite well as of late, and yourself?"
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"I am not kind enough, but I fear the sight of you has caused my vocabulary to become severely limited. I couldn’t possibly describe you well enough."
"Ah, but then you’ve suffered the same pains that I have! This foolish heart of mine has never been so weak as those times when it has pleased God to gift me with your presence."
Val had learnt the hard way to accept a cock in his ass. It wasn’t something he ever wished anyone else to experience. His cock twitched with need and he could feel more precum running from it. Again he moved just slightly, using the precum as lube.
"Don’t you worry. I might be old but I’m still stronger than you."
He smiled down at him and pressed yet another kiss to those beloved lips.
Then he used his own salvia and Casanova’s precum, reached down and gently massaged the muscle that caused his lover so much pain.
Why was this face so utterly beautiful when it showed pain? It would always be a mystery to Val but he enjoyed it greatly. Of course it made him feel bad but he couldn’t help it.
"Adjust, my dear. Get used to it. Take your time."
Again his hand wrapped around the Venitian’s arousal and stroke it.
"And then… move."
Valdorsa may have had his chance to adjust to the charms of other men in his time, but Giacomo was not so fortunate, and it was this rare inexperience that caused him the troubles he now faced. He could feel that engorged sex twitch from its station within him, and though he wished dearly that he could slake its apparent desires, he was not yet ready to allow it the friction it sought. “Your assertions are as questionable as my morals, amore..” The Italian’s smart response came, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that no amount of pain, be it big or small, could lessen his ability to debate his lover’s challenging words.
"And I am trying my best, but I can only do so much… It is impossible to force my body to receive yours with greater ease when it has been taught to repel your insertion on instinct." With that said, Casanova endeavored to incline his hips toward the other in hopes that it would soothe his aching muscles. "I will adjust in due time.. all I ask is that you take me gently."
Val’s cock was all slick with Casanova’s saliva but of course it wasn’t enough. He stopped only when he heard that broken sound coming from his lover’s lips. Yes. He stopped. But he didn’t pull out although it was torture not to be able to move. Casanova would adjust. Had to. Val wasn’t able to stop at this point.
"Forgive me," he whispered again and kissed a tear from the corner of his lover’s eye. "Forgive me."
Again he concentrated hard to coax some of that golden light out again. Placing his glowing hand on Casanova’s chest he sent it into him this time, filling him with desire and mindboggling pleasure. With this Val just wanted to force the pleasure to be more than the pain.
The Timelord groaned and he let his head fall against his lover’s shoulder. He needed this so much and waiting was hell.
"Relax, my beautiful boy. Breathe. Trust me. The pleasure will come. Be my good boy, pull through. Pull through…"
Casanova tried to respond as legibly as he could, but in that moment where physical distress eclipsed everything, he could find nothing to offer his dear companion apart from a series of pained breaths. He maintained enough presence of mind to draw the crook of the arm not occupied with servicing his flagging arousal over his eyes shortly after Valdorsa pressed a kiss beside the right, thus hiding his shameful tears from their prying counterparts in a bid to spare himself from much unwanted embarrassment.
That was not to say that Giacomo was ashamed of his emotions; he quite liked them, really, but tears wrought by sexual inexperience felt humiliating.
"Hurts.." The Venetian’s broken response came after some time, although his admission was scarcely called for, as anyone who’d had the privilege of looking upon that face could easily see that he was consumed by his discomfort. Tormented though he might have been, the knight was concerned enough to relinquish the hold he had on his flagging arousal in order to grasp the hand which now rested at the center of his chest, and removed it from its fleshy bed with great care. "You will exhaust yourself long before you reach your end If you continue on as thus, caro mio…"
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