Rome had been the one who had wanted it so badly, but as Pick presses into him, tears form in his eyes, start rolling down his cheeks.
“Ai--” Pick huffs. “Nong Rome, is it too much?”
Rome shakes his head. “Just...Rome has never…”
“Never? But-- Ai’Shorty,” Pick says with a sigh. He wraps his arms around Rome’s back and Rome clings onto him
Pick rolls his hips slowly at first, lets Rome adjust to the feel of him, lets Rome start to fuck back against him. Then, Rome says, “Okay.”
“‘Okay’?” Pick repeats, confused.
Rome nods. “P’Pick, I’m ready,” he tells Pick confidently. “I like how big it is, how full I am.”
“Shit, Rome. Do you?” Pick asks, hips thrusting almost thoughtlessly.
“Mh,” Rome agrees. “So much. Fuck me, P’Pick?”
Pick starts moving faster, fucking Rome harder, pounding into him.
Rome comes first, but Pick isn’t far behind.