[slow is great. he kisses his ear, strokes his back with his free hand, kneads at his shoulders and pets into his hair. It's a good thing Eos is managing to relax because Vespera was good and stuck. But as he does relax, and Vespera slides slowwwly inside of him, their spit just enough to signal they should perhaps find something better, but it could work... he moans, burying in to the hilt and dizzyingly amazed once they get there]

Are you alright-- Eos?