the promised violent smut pt 2

part 1: https://www.mangago.zone/home/mangatopic/18213786/

At his consent, Andrew prodded his middle finger against the entrance. He circled it once, twice, before carefully easing in. Luke’s muscles tensed around the digit.

“Relax,” Andrew advised. He gently placed his free hand on Luke’s abdomen.

Luke did as he was told, controlling his breathing as he loosened his body.

Meanwhile, Andrew continued to inch little by little until his finger was knuckle-deep.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“It feels… strange.”

“Are you su—“

“Yes I’m sure I’m fine, Andrew,” Luke groaned.

“Then it’s okay for me to move?” Andrew asked hesitantly.

“Yeah,” Luke sighed.

Andrew searched for any silent objections but was only met with Luke batting his lashes. At the absence of retaliation, Andrew drew his finger out. Then he began slowly pumping his finger, gliding against the walls in fluid motion. He extended his observation, seeking for any signs the movement was causing any pain for his partner. However, Luke maintained his brow-furrowed expression.

“Hey do you think you’re doing this ri—ah!”

Luke yelped as Andrew suddenly curled his finger upward, hitting the prostate directly.

“Is it here?”

“Don’t act so innocently you know it’s—ugh!”

Luke’s body trembled as Andrew continued to drive his finger up, repeatedly hitting the same spot.

“Wait, wait!” Luke’s hands scrambled to stop Andrew.

Andrew paused, his finger still surrounded by the warmth. “Does it hurt?”

“Well, no, but it’s… a lot,” Luke stammered.

“We can stop here for now,” Andrew assured.

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

Andrew watched as Luke struggled to answer. The man refused to keep eye contact as he gaped and blubbered like a fish.

‘A cute fish,’ Andrew thought.

“Should I take my finger out?” he asked, a smile in his voice.

“You know that’s not—nevermind, do whatever you want.” Luke covered his eyes with both of his hands.

“But I want to do what you want.”

Andrew reached out with his available hand to unfold Luke’s. The former brought the hand to his lips and grazed the palm with a tender yet alluring embrace. Luke abided the touch, letting Andrew pepper his hand with kisses.

“You’ve said that twice already, yet you know what I want and don’t want,” Luke huffed.

Andrew made his eyes appear as round and pleading as possible. “No I don’t. Tell me,” he urged.

“Liar.”

“I would be lying if I said this wasn’t turning me on.”

Luke blushed at the remark, but Andrew couldn’t help himself. Luke did look unbearably sexy. The evident red across his cheeks combined with his attitude was like honey for a bee; Andrew could not resist.

Luke mumbled something.

“What did you say?” Andrew inquired.

“Nothing. Let’s just get back to what we were doing.”

Andrew contemplated pressuring for answers but resorted to not in greater interest of pleasuring Luke.

“Sure,” Andrew replied, and his finger commenced its routine. It smoothly dove in and out of Luke’s hole, and Andrew was simply mesmerized at the way it stretched around his finger. He quickened the pace as the inside softened. Soon, a lewd squelching noise along with Luke’s whimpers filled the room.

Luke squirmed, and Andrew’s unrestrained hand caressed Luke’s stomach soothingly.

“Hold still,” Andrew commanded.

“Easier said than done,” Luke panted. He keened when Andrew scraped his prostate. “Fuck—“

“I’m going to put another one in.”

Luke blinked, coming out of his dazed state. “What?”