Connected (5) (M)

Rise parted his lips; the intrusion both startled him with pain and tingling pleasure, as Kamille did not let him breathe before adding another finger. 

Kamille's lust-filled gaze remained fixated on Rise; the fire in those eyes seemingly continued to be ignited by his arousing expression. 

Similar to Kamille, Rise did not break his gaze away, his eyes watching how Kamille opened him up, loosening him for his own desire. Carefully, even a little more careful, Kamille explored Rise's insides with his long index and middle fingers. 

Rise bit his lips, moans threatening to escape continuously out of his mouth as he gasped. Still, he found it amusing how Kamille looked so dedicated to his job of preparing Rise, unlike how he roughly fucked him just earlier. 

He could tell, Kamille must be so impatient now with how much his erection seemed to grow harder and bigger. Rise gulped as he looked at it; the reality seemed to be sinking in.