Page 84 of Garbage

“Quincy…” he whimpered.

“You can take it, baby,” Quincy told him, voice as gentle as his hand. He pulled the hose back a bit, fucking inside with just the tip a few times, before continuing the pressure.

Though they fucked almost every night, right now it still seemed impossible that it would fit inside. It stung. Too much and too fast.

“You can take it for me,” Quincy cooed again. “Show me those pretty tears.”

Evan felt like he was floating. Like he’d disappeared except for the flaming stretch of his hole, the teasing hand on his cock, and Quincy’s deep voice in his ear. The hose wrapped around him and the water falling over his torso rocked him deeper into Quincy’s hold.

With a final thrust, Evan’s rings of muscle gave way, and Quincy was inside, rocking against his prostate.

Evan flailed in Quincy’s arms, shaking with the bliss that surrounded him, only to be brought up short by the limbs trapping him. He was in heaven. He was so close to tipping over the edge, all it would take was a few more thrusts.

Then he felt a very different sensation. A trickle of warmth, pressing against the walls of his inner cavity.

Evan gasped. “Are you…?”

More water flowed in. It was warm and relaxing now, but there was a delicious danger behind it. He didn’t know how far Quincy would go.

“I said I would get you clean.”

Evan moaned, scrunching his eyes shut against the pleasure of being so helplessly filled, with the intimacy of it coming from Quincy’s own body.

“You like that?” Quincy asked, his voice still dark.

“Yeah? Or…” Fuck, it was hard to make words when that soft, relentless warmth was filling him up. “It feels good right now. If you keep going, I’ll start to cramp though, which isn’t good exactly, but…”

“But you would do it for me?” Quincy whispered in his ear.

“Yeah…” Every muscle in Evan’s body was already limp. He was counting on Quincy entirely to hold him up. “Though if you do a full enema it takes about an hour for everything to come out.”

“Hmmm…” Quincy wiggled the hose inside him, rocking against his prostate and making him see stars. “I don’t think I want to wait that long today. You’ll go and empty yourself now.”

That was less a command and more of an announcement, since Quincy was already manhandling him out of the shower and onto the toilet.

“Are you going to watch?” Evan asked, hoping the answer was no. This wasn’t the sexy part.

Quincy raised one eyebrow. “You’ve watched me empty my small materials canister, and you said I’m not dirty. Neither are you.”

Damn. Evan couldn’t exactly argue with that. Quincy’s ideas about bodies and taboos were entirely his own, and more than anything, Evan wanted Quincy to be comfortable with himself.

In the end, it didn’t matter. When Quincy withdrew the hose, still holding Evan close, he didn’t have much of a choice.

His body released while Quincy stroked his hair, and it was… oddly intimate. Evan had given utter control to his Dom, and now he was free.

He didn’t have to think about anything. He had no responsibilities.

Quincy was in charge.

He was shaky on his feet when Quincy pulled him back into the shower. Wordlessly, Quincy started touching him again, those six limbs traveling over his body, wringing pleasure from everywhere they touched.

Claws pinched his nipples. One broad hand stroked his cock. Lips sucked and bit along his neck.

The hose pressed against his pucker again, demanding entrance.

Before long, Evan was in a frenzy. The hose entered him, thrusting in and out until he was writhing, fucking himself between the rounded bulb and Quincy’s hand.

He was nothing but touch and sensation and need.