There was something about not being able to see was Rupert was doing to him as Wesley knelt on the bed, holding himself up with his arms. It was intense, the anticipation the preceded it all. When he felt Rupert's finger push into him, he shuddered, his arms nearly collapsing beneath him. But he managed to stay up, groaning, especially when Rupert starting stroking him again as he continued to stretch him out.
"Oh God," he moaned. There was some pain, but Wesley bore it, knowing how wonderful it would feel to have Rupert inside him again. Before long, he was pushing back against his fingers as they thrust into him, begging and pleading, wanting the other man badly. He was at his mercy, though, unable to do anything to make Rupert move any faster.
However, finally - oh finally - Rupert was up behind him, pushing his cock inside him, filling him up. Wesley let out a choked cry as pain shot through him, only to fade a bit a moment later as pleasure started building when Rupert began thrusting.
"You feel good too," Wesley managed to tell him. His head dropped slightly as his body began to tremble a bit. Rupert's thrusts were speeding up, and when he started to play with his cock again, it was all sending Wesley hurtling toward release. "Bloody...bloody hell."
He pressed back against him, not wanting this to end, but knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer. Suddenly, as Rupert pushed forward again, everything exploded inside Wesley, and he came in his hand, twitching wildly as he trembled, almost falling forward onto the bed.