"Ugh…" Damien let out a groan, stirring underneath Lane, as one of Lane's fingers slid into his hole. "What are you- Mph!"
He didn't get to finish his question, because at that moment, Lane's finger hit his prostate, and his eyes widened.
"Shh. Does it feel good?" Lane whispered, glancing at Damien's hands, gripping onto the sheets. Were they going to end up destroying another piece of furniture tonight? Not that Lane complained.
As he got a soft "Mmmn," in response, Lane continued, moving his finger around.
"Then trust me, and relax."
Damien was tight, so very tight. Especially since he was still squeezing his butt hole, clearly nervous. Well, it was understandable. It was his first time, after all, and he seemed to be severely lacking when it came to knowledge about gay sex, so even if he wanted to take things a step further, he might not have been fully mentally prepared for what it entailed. It was Lane's job now to make him feel good, loosen him up, and help him relax.
