It's too much. Beka already feels enormous and the noise that gets is a sharp cry. It's more startled then pained, though. And if there's any hesitation, Yuri digs deep and pushes. Working himself up and down the length. Muscles already shaking from the unfamiliar strain, from the pressure that keeps sending wave after wave through him.

He can't get used to it. Can't settle, and his eyes are wild.

"Come on," he pants. Barely aware of the words. "Come on."