Alfred could feel the need that coursed through Ivar and his body ached too. There's still a great deal of hesitance and trepidation, worry of hurting him somehow. It's clear to him how easy it would be to injure him. But his hands search out a hidden stash of lube and a condom, he works on the condom first and then his fingers are covered in lube.
He reaches to press his fingers to Ivar's entrance, rubbing against it before slipping too fingers inside, usually he wouldn't be so quick but there's a tell-tale in the way that Ivar moves that he's impatient, that he'd probably like it that way and Alfred enjoys pleasing a partner more than anything else.
When Alfred enters him, Ivar's back arcs upwards. It could almost be mistaken for a a spasm of pain since it's coupled with such a sharp intake of breath. But it soon becomes clear he's in throes of pleasure rather than agony. Having Alfred's fingers inside of him provides that same mixing of pain and pleasure that he loves.
He leans up again, biting down lightly on Alfred's shoulder to show that he's enjoying himself, and to make sure Alfred continues to feel the same way.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
He reaches to press his fingers to Ivar's entrance, rubbing against it before slipping too fingers inside, usually he wouldn't be so quick but there's a tell-tale in the way that Ivar moves that he's impatient, that he'd probably like it that way and Alfred enjoys pleasing a partner more than anything else.
no subject
He leans up again, biting down lightly on Alfred's shoulder to show that he's enjoying himself, and to make sure Alfred continues to feel the same way.