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God, the sound of him begging is going to kill me.

“Not at work. You’ll have to wait.” Biting back a smile at his muttered curse, I take the plug and lube it up before positioning it at his entrance. “This is a beginner plug. Tomorrow, I’ll put one slightly bigger inside of you and then another size up on Friday.”

He squeaks when I slowly push it in, glancing at me with watery eyes over his shoulder. “I have to wear this for the rest of the day? And all night?”

“You can take it out before bed, but be gentle.”

Once it’s in place, I press on the base, Shilo crying out when the plug nudges against his prostate.

“How….” He breathes hard, rutting against the edge of my desk. “How the frick am I supposed to wear this all day and not come? I’m gonna have a perma-boner.”

“Self-control, doll face. If you so much as touch your dick before Friday, I won’t fuck you.”

Growling in frustration—which is honestly cute—he spins around, glaring down at his swollen, angry cock dripping all over my floor. Actual tears run down his splotchy cheeks, bottom lip marked from where he bit into it. He looks absolutely wrecked, and all I did was finger him.

“Please, Ryann, just—“ His whole body shudders, fingers gripping the desk so hard his knuckles jut out, eyes squeezing shut. “Make me come. Just once, to hold me over. I can’t…”

Jesus Christ, he’s beautiful. Literally perfect. How I didn’t see it that night in August is beyond me, but I see it now.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” I muse, reaching out to lightly trail a finger up the bottom of his length. “I bet this is all it would take to—“

A whimper is my only warning before he explodes, and I barely have time to lean forward before he’s spilling into my mouth. Thick, hot cum coats my tongue, salty-sweet as I hold his hips to keep him still.

“Oh, god, oh, god,” he moans, clutching my shoulder through waves of pleasure, head thrown back in ecstasy, a sight that’ll forever be burned into my memory. I swallow him all, tonguing his slit to catch anything left when he’s finished before releasing him. My own cock is so stiff that it aches, but I love the feeling of edging myself, so I focus instead on the boy in front of me slumping forward with relief.

Shilo buries his forehead into my neck, shivering through an aftershock as he hums contentedly. The scent of his shampoo tickles my nostrils, something floral and slightly fruity. The urge to press my face into his hair is so strong that I find myself pushing him away gently, playing it off by helping him pull up his pants and tuck his shirt back in.

Once he’s decent, we stand in momentary silence, neither of us looking at the other, and I clear my throat.

“As I said, tomorrow you’ll come in here, and I’ll put a new plug in.”

“Okay.” A beat passes. “I’ll add it to your schedule.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” I reach for him with a growl, but he’s already gone, pumping his legs toward the door. Without another word, he exits my office, leaving me to seethe as I get up to wash my hands in my private bathroom, still rock hard. When I log back into my computer to finish what I really shouldn’t have paused working on, a notification warns me that my schedule has been updated for tomorrow.

830am: Learn To Say Please

Little shit.

I change the plug out for Shilo on Thursday and Friday, letting him come each time because the sound of him pleading does something feral to me. The taste of his cum wakes me up better than the coffee he keeps getting wrong.

By Friday night, I’m so keyed up that I nearly orgasm while washing myself in the shower, head filled with thoughts of his ass clenching around my cock. I’ve been eager for this all week, surprisingly, and now that the time is almost here, I find myself pacing around my living room, waiting for him like a pathetic schoolboy.

Six o’clock rolls around, and I’m antsy, glaring at my watch because I have to pull overtime in the morning, one of many Saturdays in a row. It’s been so long since I’ve had an entire weekend off.

Without much else to do other than watch the Krakens lose yet another hockey game, I pull out my phone to text Declan while I wait for my little doll to show up.

Me:

What are you up to?

Dec:

Poker night with the lads. Want to join?

A slight resentment has me frowning. Unlike myself, Declan gets his forty hours and that’s it. No extra responsibilities, never on call. I know it’s not his fault—I can never repay what he did for me, but I can’t help wishing it didn’t all fall on my shoulders. We’re twins, after all. Both our father’s sons. It should be split equally between us, the future of CalTek a joint responsibility, but it’s not. It’s all me. I’ve known this for quite some time. You’d think I’d accept it by now.

As I’m typing out a response to him, Shilo texts me, and I tap it quickly, feeling myself deflate as I read the words on my screen.