"Good," I breathe out, watching him closely and humming in approval as he touches me. It seems like the longer I touch him, the more his hole relaxes until it seems to draw the tip of my finger in. I press just the tip in slowly, groaning as he stretches around me. Slowly, ever so slowly, I sink my finger into his body.

No one else has ever done this. Bittle hasn't let anyone inside him like this, but he trusts me with his body, with all of him. I never, ever want to betray that trust.

"You feel so good, Bits. You're doing great," I tell him, leaning down to give him a soft kiss. My finger bottoms out to the knuckle and I leave it there, letting him adjust to the intrusion. I don't want to overwhelm him or make it too much too soon. All I want, literally all I want right now, is for him to feel good.