“What do you want?” I murmur against his mouth.
Gabriel’s hands tighten in my hair. “I want you inside me.”
My cock pulses at his words, a bead of precum sliding down the crown, and I have to close my eyes for a second to regain control.
“No,” the word comes out rough. “Absolutely not.”
Gabriel’s eyes snap open, and he scowls at me. “Why the hell not?”
“I’ll hurt you.” I shift my weight, pulling back, but Gabriel’s hands in my hair keep me close.
“You won’t.”
“Gabriel.” I shake my head. “You saw how big I am. There’s no way—”
“Marshall,” he cuts me off, his voice firm. “You’re not going to hurt me.”
“I will. I’m too big. I’ll tear you apart.”
“No.” His hands slide from my hair to cup my face, forcing me to look at him. “You won’t. Please, Marshall. Trust me.”
I frown at him. “What do you mean, trust you?”
Gabriel’s face flushes, the color visible even in the dim light. He looks away, and I watch his throat work as he swallows.
“I, uh, have kind of a size kink.”
I stare at him, my brain short-circuiting for a second. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He still won’t look at me. “From the moment I saw how big you were, I… couldn’t stop thinking about it. About having you inside me.”
My cock pulses hard, another bead of precum welling and sliding down. If he keeps talking like this, I’m going to come just from his words.
“Gabriel—”
“I have this toy,” he continues, his voice gaining confidence now that he’s started. “That I use on myself when I want something bigger. It’s not as big as you are, but close enough.”
I curse under my breath and grind down against him, unable to help myself. The friction makes us both groan.
“You’re driving me crazy with the shit you’re saying.”
“You want me to tell you more?”
Yes. God, yes. I’m a masochist, apparently.
He bites his lower lip before he continues. “The night when I saw your cock, when you jerked off in front of my face, I went up to my room and fucked myself with that toy, thinking about you.”
“Fuck.” The word punches out of me. I reach down and grab myself, squeezing hard. He’s killing me. Absolutely destroying me with his words.
“And since that night,” Gabriel’s voice drops lower, “I’ve used that toy a few times, thinking about you. Imagining it was your cock inside me instead.”
I squeeze myself harder, my hand trembling. I’m so close to the edge, so close to losing it, and we haven’t even done anything yet.
“Show me.” My voice is barely recognizable. “Show me the toy.”
Gabriel’s eyes widen, and the flush on his face deepens. But he shifts beneath me, reaching toward his nightstand and pulling open the drawer. He fumbles inside for a moment before pulling out a dark blue silicone dildo.
He holds it up, and I take it from him, studying it in the moonlight. It’s detailed, realistic-looking, with veins and a flared head. And it’s huge. Easily eight inches long and thick around. But as I measure it against my own size, I realize it’s still not as thick as me.
