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“Thanks,” Ishir replied, not daring to look at him.
“Can’t really go out.”
“Nope.” There was a long silence. Sweat beaded on Ishir’s throat.
“You got a toy?”
Ishir choked on his spit. “What?”
“I mean—you know. A toy,” Zee repeated as if that clarified anything.
“Um…” Ishir could lie. Could say, ‘Nope, not me.’ Could even cut the conversation short, go to his room, and jerk off himself.
But that wasn’t going to fucking happen, was it?
“Yeah. A few, I guess.”
Zee made a pleased, thoughtful hum, and the approval was already getting Ishir hot. “Bring them out.”
Instead of asking why and questioning what the hell was going on between them, Ishir stood up and went to get the toys like a good little puppy.
He took a few seconds to breathe in his room, sitting on the bed and looking at the box in his hands. This was so fucked up, and he liked it so, so much.
“Here,” Ishir said as he returned, handing over the box he kept under his bed.
Zee opened it with relish, eyes widening at the collection. “Damn. You like ’em big, huh? Fucking knew you’d be a size queen,” he joked, picking up one of the larger plugs.
“Shut the fuck up,” Ishir groaned, covering his face as he collapsed on the couch. He was getting hard just from being teased.
Zee took his time inspecting everything. Ishir almost imploded with embarrassment and heat when Zee grabbed the biggest one there, brandishing it like a weapon. Curiously, Zee pressed a button at the side, and Ishir had to watch his face as the fake knot inflated at the base of the dildo.
Zee’s mouth dropped open, glittering eyes cutting to Ishir. “This is what you like?”
“Zee…” He needed the ground to open up and vacuum him into the pits of hell.
“Come on. This what you like?”
Ishir took a deep breath. “Not typically. It takes a lot of prep—I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not an Omega.”
“Yeah. I’ve noticed.”
“Well, then, you know.”
“Okay, but you have it,” Zee pointed out.
“Yeah. I mean, you know. It scratches a particular itch.”
Zee nodded slowly. “You ever been knotted for real?” he asked, voice weird and tight.
“Zee.”
“What? You’ve never told me if you have.”
“Because it’s none of your business,” Ishir protested.
“So you have.”
Ishir let his head drop to the back of the couch. “Fine. Yeah, I’ve been knotted. Spent a rut with a guy at home.”
