He had no plans to stop, his wrist twisting as he pushed both fingers in further. "I can't wait for you. I want you so fucking bad, Isaac. You're so tight."

He was. It was an effort just to slide those two fingers in and he reached down for the bottle of lube. He didn't want to use it, wanted to keep licking and biting at him while he worked him in, but he also didn't want to cause him any pain. So he uncapped the bottle and poured some over his fingers as he pulled them out, then he slid them back in, feeling the ease the lube gave him as he started to actually set a pace.