"Fuck," he breathes, the word a drawn-out sigh as he goes limp on the mattress, relaxing in a way that has force behind it, because it has to. It's a hard swell of pleasure and something just on the right side of discomfort, and it's easier now. Definitely a good idea.

He pulls a leg back against his middle, feeling incredibly exposed, exulting in it in a way that still feels alien. But good. So good.