[ He props his other hand on U'rajul's side, too, penning him in, and his words are punctuated with pauses necessitated by the effort of moving. ]

I want to know— mm— if anyone's fucked you— before me. By a day, mayhap.

[ He only has to dip his head a little to get it close to U'rajul's ear, and he lowers his voice to a husky near-whisper, hips moving a little more easily, thrusting harder into him. ]

If another man's fucked you once, I want to fuck you twice. If another man came in you, I'll do the same— twice. I want to erase what other men do to you— and leave you smelling like my sweat, my bed, my— bath, whatever it is. Mine.