Ashley cries out as Ereuvir slides deep and inexorable inside him. Arching up smoothly, he tightens his thighs on either side of Ereuvir's hips, holding him there and discouraging him from moving as Ashley flushes and pants, adjusting to being filled so suddenly.

Shivering with the intensity of the sensation, Ashley splays one hand across Ereuvir's chest, fingers framing one of the nipples. Whimpers and keens bubble from his throat, but they're more updates than anything else: intensity, pleasure. He's already half overwhelmed, but doesn't want to stop until he's well past that.

After a minute, he takes a gulping breath and relaxes his thighs. He's still coping with the sensation too much to be able to coordinate his own movements just yet, but he's willing to let Ereuvir move, if he wants.