Trust Me [M]

"Ugh…" Damien let out a groan, stirring underneath Lane, as one of Lane's fingers slid into his hole. "What are you- Mph!"

He didn't get to finish his question, because at that moment, Lane's finger hit his prostate, and his eyes widened.

"Shh. Does it feel good?" Lane whispered, glancing at Damien's hands, gripping onto the sheets. Were they going to end up destroying another piece of furniture tonight? Not that Lane complained.

As he got a soft "Mmmn," in response, Lane continued, moving his finger around.

"Then trust me, and relax."