[No foreplay, just the rushed shedding of clothes, until Petre is naked from the hips down, shirt and hair disheveled, hands wherever he can get them when Cole is close enough. Just a quick inhale when he's positioned, helping him with his legs over his shoulders, grabbing him once he's close enough, and then -
It's his loudest cry yet, when Cole pushes in. A pitiful, shaken thing, shuddering all the way through his body. He tenses up, relaxes, utters moans and rolls his head back, mouth open, throat exposed. Cole just keeps pushing and pushing, until he's all the way and Petre is filled up, all pain, burning, raw. It'll be worth fighting through, a thought he demonstrates with his fingers digging into Cole's skin.]
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It's his loudest cry yet, when Cole pushes in. A pitiful, shaken thing, shuddering all the way through his body. He tenses up, relaxes, utters moans and rolls his head back, mouth open, throat exposed. Cole just keeps pushing and pushing, until he's all the way and Petre is filled up, all pain, burning, raw. It'll be worth fighting through, a thought he demonstrates with his fingers digging into Cole's skin.]
Fuck, [A breath, looking down, brows knitted,] Fuck- Cole.
Move.