[ as eager as he is to touch yoshi there, his fingers are tentative, gentle as they rub at his entrance. the first push in with one finger is velvet heat - and it’s deto that moans first. somehow, he’s going to fit in here? somehow, he’s going to feel this. connect with yoshi in a way no one ever has, or ever will
he slips in a second, carefully twisting his fingers - an experiment. pulling out slightly, then back in. eyes glued to the sight, holding his breath, he repeats the motion. again and again, until he has a light rhythm. occasionally, his eyes flick up to catch yoshi’s expressions, ears always listening for the little noises he makes ]
no subject
he slips in a second, carefully twisting his fingers - an experiment. pulling out slightly, then back in. eyes glued to the sight, holding his breath, he repeats the motion. again and again, until he has a light rhythm. occasionally, his eyes flick up to catch yoshi’s expressions, ears always listening for the little noises he makes ]