Page 97 of Resilience on Canvas

While Robert was trying to figure out a solution, Henry hopped off the bed. He went over to their luggage and started rummaging through it. After a moment, he came back holding the tub of Vaseline.

“What if we make it more slippery?” he said, climbing back up on the bed. “With this?”

“Oh. Maybe?”

Robert took the Vaseline from him and unscrewed the cap. He fished out a big glob with his first two fingers, and Henry took some, too, both of them kneeling next to each other on the mattress. Henry’s cheeks flushed pink as he reached behind himself to coat his hole, and Robert had to smile. Son of a bitch, Henry was adorable. Before Henry could steady himself, Robert caught his mouth in a kiss, and Henry nearly fell. He stopped himself by planting his Vaseline-coated hand on the mattress.

“Whoops,” Henry said when they parted. “Goodness.”

Robert laughed softly. “We’llwash ’em. Don’t worry.”

Sucking in a breath, Robert coated his shaft with the Vaseline he still had on his fingertips while Henry wiped off the remainder of the lubricant he had on his hand with one of his shirts. Once they were both ready, Henry moved back into the same position, and Robert came up behind him to try one more time. Before lining himself up with Henry’s hole, he ran his hand up his shaft a few times, enjoying the slickness of it, and the sensation was exciting enough that he was finding it a bit hard to stop.

Henry shifted on the mattress. “Uh, Robert?”

“Sorry.” Robert laughed. “I like the Vaseline too much, maybe.”

Henry chuckled. “Uhm, well, I’m ready if you are. Unless yer havin’ too much fun back there by yerself?”

“Don’t make fun of me, Hen,” Robert chastised. He smacked one of Henry’s butt cheeks before thinking better of it, and the loudslapof skin-on-skin rang in his ears.

Henry sucked in a breath. “Robert!” he whisper-yelled. “Good God!”

Robert touched his fingertips to the reddening skin. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. Or, I mean, yeah, but—”

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“No!” Henry looked back to meet Robert’s eyes. His face was the loveliest Goddamn shade of pink. “I-I liked it.”

Robert crooked an eyebrow, his cheeks warming. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, but, Robert, we’re supposed to be keepin’ quiet. My folks are one floor below us. Thankfully notrightbelow us.”

“Right.” Robert cringed. He moved back into position, lining up his hard cock with Henry’s hole. “Alright, let’s try this one more time, then.”

Hesitantly, Robert began to push forward, and though he was still met with some resistance, there was less of it now. After onlya couple of seconds of light pushing, the entire head of his cock and then some slipped inside. Already reeling from the warmth, thetightness, Robert sucked in a breath, a tiny ripple of pleasure making him shudder.

Holy hell.

“God, Hen, this is...” Robert paused, a second ripple of excitement rolling through him even though he hadn’t yet moved even one more inch. He had to concentrate hard on not coming right then. After a moment, he had the wherewithal to finally check on his little wolf. “Does it hurt?”

“Some?” Henry said, and Robert’s chest tightened. Henry must have sensed Robert’s unease because he started trying to explain. “But not a ton. It’s kind of... uncomfortable? But nice too. I like knowing that it’s yer cock in there, you know?”

“Geez, Hen, I feel terrible. Do you want to stop?”

“No! Goodness, no. Robert, I love this. Just take it slow, maybe. Let me... relax into it.”

“Alright.” Robert shifted his hips forward, pushing in a couple more inches. Every second was some terrible mixture of worry for Henry and complete Goddamn bliss. “How’s this?”

Grunting, Henry leaned forward, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Good,” he eked out once he’d settled.

“Doesn’tsoundgood.”

“No, I-I’m fine. Just realizin’ how, uhm, how big you are.”

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