Page 94 of Caged In

“Take your time. Relax. You’re doing exceptionally,” Sinn'ous flexes, shifting his position, which results in pushing him a little further in.

Izz rocks forward to ease the burn, to prevent Sinn'ous sinking deeper—but the grip on his hips keeps him locked in place. Holding him still as he tries desperately to relax. To stop his muscles tensing around Sin who is barely inside him.

“You’re taking me so well,” Sinn'ous praises. Pressing forward with his hips to slide in further. More of his length entering Izz.

“D-doesn’t feel like I am.” Izz grits out, his arm muscles shaking with how hard he’s gripping the mattresses. He feels as if Sinn'ous is beyond his capabilities to handle. Way too big, and he knows Sin isn’t even close to being halfway inside.

He hears Sinn'ous chuckle, feels the vibrations through the cock buried inside him. Sin fists his hands by Izz’s head, holding his weight off Izz’s back as he leans over him. Shielding Izz from the world, caging him in. Keeping him pinned.

“Get up on all fours. The angle change will help you adjust.”

Izz does. His back hitting Sinn'ous’s chest. He’s so much smaller than the other when he’s under Sin like this. He’s utterly aware of their size differences. Of how much muscle mass Sin holds over him. How easy it would be for Sin to take whatever he wants from Izz.

“It’s not helping, Sin . . .” Izz whines, as the change in position moves Sin deeper, tugging at his straining hole. A fire igniting its way through his stomach, twisting and flickering.

“Helps take your mind off it,” Sin sounds way too amused by this whole thing.

Izz scoffs, his arms shaking while trying to support his weight. His whole body damp with a sheen of cold sweat.

“Liar,” he accuses, letting his head hang on his shoulders, too weak to hold it up any longer. He feels as though he is going to collapse at any moment.

“Allows me to do this,” Sinn'ous bites onto Izz’s shoulder, causing Izz to cry out, the stinging pain at odds with the burning between his legs.

And Sin is right. The sting helps draw attention away from the cock breaching his entrance and rearranging his inside. But it doesn’t dull the pain. Doesn’t help the stretching.

He pushes up against Sin’s chest, trying to find an angle to help him cope. His body filling with a mixture of too many sensations to name. He isn’t sure if he wants to moan or start crying. Maybe a bit of both.

Turns out Sin is correct—somewhat—with the position change. The pain level is gradually subsiding, pleasure building to take its place, slowly becoming bearable. It may have more to do with his body adjusting to the stretch and not so much to do with his change in positions. He doesn’t mind either way, he’s just glad it isn’t a blazing fire anymore.

“You alright for me to move,” Sinn'ous licks over the bite mark he’s put in Izz’s shoulder.

A soothing gesture? Or possessive demand?

“Yes,” Izz breathes out. Choking on his breath as Sin shifts. Kissing up his neck to lick and suck under his ear. Is Sin trying to comfort or distract him? Either way, the affectionate touching is helping Izz deal with everything else.

“Let me know if it becomes too much,” Sin nips gently at Izz’s ear lobe, “I’m not into rape.”

Before Izz can decipher what Sinn'ous said, the male is rising to grip Izz’s hips. Starting at a leisurely pace. Rotating his hips with each shallow thrust. Entering slightly deeper each time. Inserting more of his cock with each forward thrust.

Izz’s skin is clammy. His body shaking. His mind fritzing out. He can’tdetermine if it is pleasure—or displeasure—to the unnatural sensations. His eyes drift back between his legs, to see his erection bobbing. At least his dick is taking the feelings to be pleasurable.

His mind isn’t so sure. He’s not sure he’s enjoying it. Is he overthinking it? Is it years of society saying this is wrong? Or is it his own mind telling him he isn’t into it . . . ?

But it feels so good. . .

Shit.

“W-wait. Wait,” Izz gasps. Sticking his arm back to grip Sin’s thigh. As if his weak noodle arm will stop anything.

To Izz’s relief, Sinn'ous stills, “you need a minute to adjust?” Sin asks, as he leans back over, to brace his fist on the bed. His other hand rubbing up and down Izz’s side, stroking. Trying to loosen him up.

“No—yes. I mean. I don’t know,” he doesn’t know how to describe what he’s minds going though—

“You feeling overwhelmed,” Sin nips at Izz’s neck, sucking on the delicate skin.

“A little,” Izz confesses. His muscles tensing as his mind and body fight to control his reactions. His body says yes, but his mind . . .

The caressing from Sin is helping him. Helping connect him to his body, keep his mind focused. But he still feels . . . off . . .

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