He didn't like it at first.

First of all, it hurt. A lot. They had gone through all the pre-penetration rituals. A few extra drinks, oil smeared on his ass and the pirate's genitals, and then the finger.

Oh gods. How, in any way shape or form, was getting the pirate's hand shoved up his rear, supposed to help with anything, except for to serve as a gentle "hey, don't ever try this" warning?

The first finger was disagreeable enough. It didn't hurt, but was damned uncomfortable, like trying to sit on a cramp or pressing a bruise.

This wasn't so bad when he got more used to it. Gan Ning kept flexing the finger and pressing around, and Ling Tong would have enjoyed the new sensations if it hadn't been for the constant burning and discomfort of having something stuck up there clouding out everything else.

But then the pirate added another finger, then another, and another, and then the rest of his hand, until it was the pain was enough to send him gasping. It was pain two times over: number one, from his hole being stretched and strained so much, and number two, from a set of thick fingers invading and pushing into his insides.

Gan Ning had told him not to worry- he was just preparing him. Ling Tong gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. Preparing him? For what? Was this some sort of warning? Ouch! It hurt bad enough as it was.

See, I told you. It's to get you ready. Feel better?

No! No, I don't!

Of course Gan Ning had taken the effort to at least make it seem like he wasn't pressuring Ling Tong. Yeah right. It was more like he had been deliberately explaining that he didn't want to pressure him, in case he wasn't comfortable with it just yet, but notice how he wasn't forcing him or implying anything, see? But you know it's natural, hurry up, nothing to worry about, haven't we been together for a while now, aren't you curious?

Gan Ning was apparently under the impression that tugging his hand out slowly would be more stimulating or less painful, instead of awkward and uncomfortable. A scalding feeling exploded for a moment when the pirate's bulky knuckles pulled through, forcing the opening even wider.

Ling Tong bit his lip and tried to breathe through the pain.

You ready, Tong?

Shit, ow, my ass!

Uh, that's yes, right?

Ling Ting rolled his eyes and leaned forward, spreading his legs. I guess.

Gan Ning leaned on him from behind, wiggling around and trying to get into position. Ling Ting could feel the bulbous, fleshy tip of the pirate's cock ringing against his buttocks until it finally settled into the indentation in the crack.

Hey, you ready?

Whatever- oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck! Ling Tong let out a string of expletives when the pirate thrust in, his ass exploding in flames as Gan Ning pushed and screwed deeper, even lifting Ling Tong up by the hips to shake himself further in, as if he were stuffing a bag.

Arg! Arg! Ning-

The pirate laughed and moaned as if he was having the time of his life. Ling Tong was glad at least one of them was.

Gan Ning's rock-hard shaft slid in and out faster and faster, shoving in and tugging out. Even with the oil, the friction still felt like a bad rope burn on his insides. At best it was uncomfortable, and at worst it was painful. What was that damn pirate getting out of this anyways? Meanwhile, Gan Ning continued on with savaging his anus.

Worst of all, despite the trauma, Ling Tong realized that he was actually getting off of it.

Hah, Tong, looks like you're liking it.

I'm not. Trust me I'm not.

Seems like you're going to spew at any moment.

Ling Tong let out a loud moan as his insides clenched and unclenched over and over again. I'm not, he said, but promptly did.

Looking back on it, there wasn't really anything sexy about sex.

He wondered why he kept going back for more.