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though, pushing his finger in deeper where it felt so strange. “Fuck! Can’t do this. Mischa, I really can’t.” There was no way.
    Mischa gently kissed Tom, starting to move his finger in and out. Tom grasped his shoulder, gasping into the kiss. There was no way. But Mischa still did it, and when he ended the kiss, Tom was panting and staring, but not panicking.
    “So well done, Tom.” Mischa praised him, all the time moving that finger in and out of Tom, beginning to stretch him. Tom writhed, but let it happen, accepted the feelings it gave him. He was rewarded with a fierce kiss, Mischa’s lips and tongue almost making him forget the feeling in his ass.
    It was impossible to ignore the feeling when he got a second finger, though. The burn was deep and searing, and he made a sound halfway between a groan and a roar. “Mischa!” Tom grabbed Mischa with his other hand, too, clinging to the man and riding the burn, panting with it. Mischa started finger-fucking Tom right away. The movement made Tom grunt and then whimper.
    “Oh, yes, you feel it now, don’t you?” Mischa looked down at him, triumphant and excited. Tom was far beyond words and only concentrated on getting enough air to make the sounds that he had to make to get through this. His ass ring contracted in a spasm, desperately trying to cope with the intrusion. Mischa moaned.
    “Fuck, even with my fingers, this feels so good. Your ass is going to feel even better around my cock.” Mischa scissored his fingers and made Tom yell with the burn. “Oh, yes, soon.” The stretching went on and on, and Tom found himself riding it to get more, not to avoid it.
    Mischa withdrew his fingers and moved away, forcing Tom to let go of him. “No! Don’t. Don’t stop now.” Tom knew he was begging, but he couldn’t stop himself.
    Mischa laughed, a little breathlessly. “Oh, I’m not going to stop. You’ll get my dick next.” He opened the small package and rolled on the condom. “I could give you three fingers first, but I’d rather stretch you with my cock.” He slathered the lube all over it. “Would you like to get it now?”
    “Fuck, yes! Please, Mischa, fuck me. Now, please!” If he had to wait much longer, Tom was going to lose his mind.
    “Spread your legs for me.” The command made him squeak in embarrassment, but he opened himself up for Mischa. For Mischa’s cock to fuck him. Mischa pushed in between Tom’s legs, teasingly rubbing himself up and down Tom’s crack. Tom groaned and closed his eyes, just floating with the sensations.
    “No, look at me.” Tom opened his eyes. “I’m going to take you now.” Mischa kissed him. “You’re going to take my dick, and it will be difficult for you, but I’ll make you do it.” Tom whimpered into the next kiss. “It’s okay for you to scream, but from now on, I won’t stop. Remember, I’m in charge.”
    Tom desperately grabbed Mischa’s shoulders again, holding on and trying to make Mischa take him. “Please, please, now, please do it.” His begging was a litany.
    “Yes. Now.” Mischa grabbed Tom’s hair with one hand, holding him down, and Tom felt Mischa’s dick at his entrance. Then Mischa thrust.
    The shout was pushed out of Tom as the cock breached him, the pain deep and searing. It made his eyes water, and he only stopped shouting long enough to get enough air to do it again. Then Mischa pushed unbearably far, opening Tom wider than he could take. He screamed and clawed at Mischa’s back, at the unmoving hips, trying to make Mischa withdraw, make this stop.
    “Ahh! Please, no! Please, no, no more.” He was almost sobbing, the pain spreading from his ass and burning through the lower part of his body. Mischa didn’t move, still holding Tom’s head down, and kissed him. Tom’s frantic pleas were drowned by the kiss, but bubbled up as soon as Mischa let him go. “Please, Mischa! I can’t do this, you’re too big, I can’t...”
    “Shh. You’re doing fine. Now, take