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[ There have been no pained tears so far which is all kinds of good.
It is difficult for Wolfram to remain unresponsive to Axel's movements; every shudder, every sound and every kind of contact between them hotly pools below his stomach. And it's making it difficult for him to remain still when the other writhes and gasps so close to him. He becomes aware his own breathing is heavy albeit controlled, and his own skin is prickling with need. Thankfully, though, Axel soon kisses his neck and easies his feelings of anxiety, however, out of instinct he ends up rolling his hips against Axel's as his finger probes further, picking up it's pace.
... Just a little contact will be enough for now. ]
Is that so? I am happy to hear it. As you know it you're my first. [ He replies with a barely audible whisper, yet, there is a smile imprinted in his words. ]