He nodded, hoping that it wouldn't be bad, that it would feel good right from the start, and promising himself - and her - "I'll do more next time, okay? I'll find a way to make sure it doesn't hurt." Because he wanted to learn how to make her feel good, how to make sure she knew she was ready, instead of acting like a fumbling schoolboy too overwhelmed by beauty to think straight... though that was sort of the truth. Even like this, flushed and sweaty, she was beautiful.

But sore, apparently, and he didn't tell him not to move, so he took that as a sign that maybe it would be for the best - at least to pull away, out of her, but if she wanted him to stay where he was, he'd do his best. "Here - " He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, resting his weight on one hand and trying to distract her with a kiss, which had seemed to work before, as one hand skimmed down between their bodies and he shifted his hips back just a little, trying to move out of her without moving away from her.