[Atsushi does his best, but his body keeps wanting to tense up and expel those fingers, even if Atsushi wants to keep going. It's a constant battle of forcing himself to relax, over and over again, and that's as exhausting as it is entrancing.
Honestly? It hurts a bit already. But lube makes all the difference, and little by little, Atsushi's body starts getting used to having something inside of him.]
It's... strange... I don't know.
It's like... it shouldn't be there.
[Which is kind of a shitty thing to say, probably. Atsushi would rather not bring this kind of "negative" commentary at a time like this, but he doesn't want to lie, either. He sighs, and wonders vaguely if he's hyperventilating from all this deliberate breathing. He'd probably know for sure if he was, though.]
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Honestly? It hurts a bit already. But lube makes all the difference, and little by little, Atsushi's body starts getting used to having something inside of him.]
It's... strange... I don't know.
It's like... it shouldn't be there.
[Which is kind of a shitty thing to say, probably. Atsushi would rather not bring this kind of "negative" commentary at a time like this, but he doesn't want to lie, either. He sighs, and wonders vaguely if he's hyperventilating from all this deliberate breathing. He'd probably know for sure if he was, though.]