His hands tremble slightly, and he sets the mug and pot down to avoid accidentally spilling hot coffee on himself. “Idon’t know where to start. I don’t even know what the options are.”
That doesn’t surprise me. Any time he’s presented with too many options, he gets this kind of panicked look in his eyes. “Why don’t I make a few suggestions, and you tell me what interests you?”
He considers for a moment, then nods, his lips quirking in a shy smile.
“Do you want to wear a butt plug while we eat?’”
Alex’s eyes widen at the suggestion. The toaster springs up and he yelps, glaring at the innocent appliance. When he turns back to me, his cheeks are aflame, and he can’t quite look me in the eye.
“It’s alright if you don’t want to,” I reply gently.
“No! I mean, it’s not something I thought of, but it could be …” he trails off and finally meets my eyes. His cheeks remain flushed, but his pupils are blown wide with desire. “Would you put it in for me?”
Fuck. Even if that wasn’t already the plan, how can I deny him anything when he asks so sweetly?
“Go grab everything while I set the table.” Despite trying to maintain a cool, casual tone, my voice comes out rough.
Alex is off and down the hall like a shot. I barely have time to transfer plates and full coffee mugs to the table before he returns with a plug and a bottle of lube. The plug is bigger than the one he used a few days ago but it shouldn’t be hard for him to take.
“Hands on the table,” I command.
Alex is so eager to comply, he fumbles the supplies as he tries to put his hands down without letting them go. After a second, he carefully sets them to the side and tries again, pressing his palms flat against the table’s surface.
“Good,” I murmur, running a palm down his bare back. “Stay like this while I work.” I trail my fingers down his spine, delighting in the way he shivers at the gentle touch. Then Ireach around his front and carefully loosen the tie of his pants. His breath hitches when the edge of my hand grazes his already hardening cock.
I ignore it for now, focused on another part of him. Carefully, I ease the loose pants down his hips. He was in such a hurry to dress earlier that he didn’t bother with any underwear, so that’s all it takes to expose the round globes of his ass, his eagerly puckered hole.
I grab the lube and pour a generous amount into my hand, then circle the tight ring of muscle with one finger. “Ready?”
Alex makes a strangled noise and nods stiffly.
As much as I like to see him coming apart so easily in my hands, I want to hear him say it. “Tell me what you want.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I want you to put it in.”
I circle the rim again and slip just the tip of my slick finger inside. “Put what in?”
“Euan!” he complains, my name ending on a gasp as I slide my finger in all the way to the first knuckle.
“This?” I ask, teasing him by slowly massaging his tight passage.
His hands slip forward across the table, pushing his ass back into my hand. “Yes.”
“There’s an idea. We could spend all day like this, stretching you open a little bit at a time.” As I speak, I withdraw my hand just enough to have a second finger join the first before pushing them both inside. “Until you’re nice and ready to take all of me.”
Alex replies with a long, breathy moan. Once I find his prostate, the moan changes pitch, becoming needy, almost desperate as his hips shift as he tries to chase his own pleasure.
“While that sounds fun, the food is getting cold.” I carefully remove my fingers, but I press the rounded end of the toy against his entrance before he can protest. “So you’ll have to satisfy yourself with this for now.”
Alex’s brow furrows slightly as he starts to come back around, and then he gasps when I press the toy inside him. His hole devours it greedily, all the way to the base. When he clenches, the toy shifts, encouraging another breathy moan. “Oh, that is … that is bigger than before.”
I rest my hand on his lower back. “You okay?”
He considers for a moment, then nods. He straightens up on his own and fixes his pants, tying the waist again. A damp stain has already spread across the front from his neglected cock.
As he sits, I keep my hand on his lower back, guiding him down to the chair. The first contact with the seat makes him inhale sharply, then he settles into the sensation.
I return to the kitchen and wash my hands, then grab butter, maple syrup, and peanut butter for our waffles. When I set them on the table, I make sure they’re within easy reach of Alex. Every time he moves, his expression changes as the toy moves inside him, a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty, as if he isn’t sure how to feel about enjoying something long and hard filling him up.
