[Like hell is he going to let something like this get the better of him--! That would be like admitting defeat and no way is he allowing that to happen. So he breathes in then out slowly, forcing himself to relax rather than seize up out of instinct. He's used to pain. He can take this much.
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[Like hell is he going to let something like this get the better of him--! That would be like admitting defeat and no way is he allowing that to happen. So he breathes in then out slowly, forcing himself to relax rather than seize up out of instinct. He's used to pain. He can take this much.
That seems to help, as he's finally able to begin moving in earnest, lifting himself off NoƩ a few inches before sliding back down, starting ragged rhythm while his hands feel all over his stomach and chest. Eventually settling upon his nipples, which he rubs lightly, experimenting to see how he likes that.]