Lake just had to control their pace, and it should all be fine.
He got on Davian and straddled him, stroking him as he held the Alpha's clouded gaze.
It was difficult not to be self-conscious as he lifted himself higher on his knees, his small hand gripping the base of Davian's dick as he slowly lowered himself over the tip.
His knees buckled at the stretch, dropping down harder than he intended with a soft groan.
Davian's hands immediately held his waist, the Alpha doing a great job of keeping still.
"Are you alright?"
"Y-Yes," Lake stuttered, out of breath.
Their current position put Davian so deep inside of him, the Alpha's dick jabbing right at his prostate.
"D-Don't mov…move," He tried to formulate words through the melting pleasure, hands braced against Davian's torso.
The Mafia King listened to him, his core tense even as he had his entire attention on him.
