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Heexhales sharply whenIkiss his belly just above the button of his jeans, then hums in his chest asIundo it and drag the zipper down to expose his green plaid boxer briefs.Hismuscled, scarred body is so untameable, but whenItouch him he’ll do absolutely anything for me.Thatthought makes me feel dizzy.
Hiserection fills out his underwear whenIhelp him tug his jeans off and kick them aside.Istudy the outline of his cock, trying to figure out how we fit that whole thing balls deep in me the other night.
“Comeon.”Wrappingfingers in my hair, he tugs me gently to my feet.Helets me get my bearings for a second, then leads me down the hall.Idig in my heels when he shoves open the door toScoutandRoman’sroom and strolls inside.Theirspace alternates between messy and tidy, depending on whetherScoutorRomanhas used it most recently.Today, it’s neat as a pin.Beckwhistles like a detective spotting a clue and points triumphantly at a length of rope dangling from the fastener drilled into the wall.
“Idon’t think we can tease them about kinks anymore,”Iremark drily.WhenBeckdrops to his knees and sticks an arm under the bed,Igroan. “Ohgod, don’t do it.”
Witha scraping sound, he drags out two cardboard shoe boxes, full to the brim with bits of rope, gleaming metal, and–
“Fuckingscore.”Beckhoists aloft aZiplocbaggie stuffed with a giant rainbow dildo and beams happily at me. “Ifound you a dick.You’revery well hung.”
Ican’t gawk with my mouth open forever, soIgrab the first excuseIcan find. “Whatif it’s dirty?”
Cockingan eyebrow, he flips the bag around to revealcleanscrawled across it inSharpie.Oneof the boxes has an empty bag on top that saysused.Apparentlythe only timeScoutgives a shit about cleanliness is when it comes to his sex toys.Itmust have taken him a year to save up for that thing.
“Anymore complaints?”Beckasks, straightening up.Ican’t take my eyes off the dildo.
“No.”Myvoice comes out kind of squeaky. “Alot of questions, but no complaints.”
Heprowls back across the room and props one hand on the door frame, putting his mouth next to my ear. “SometimesIdon’t want to do all the work.SometimesIlike to play.”Hecatches me in a small, teasing, unsatisfying kiss, the kind that’s only meant to wind the other person up. “Ithink you wanna see my face when you make me come like this.TellmeI’mwrong.”
Ipress my lips together and bite down, trying not to smile. “You’reso wrong.”
“AmI?”Hetilts his head untilI’mforced to see his shit-eating grin.
“IthinkI’drather go weed the driveway–”Mylast word turns into a yelp when he scoops me up and slings me over his shoulder on his way back to the couch. “Letme go, you fucking caveman.”
Hedrops me unceremoniously onto the saggy cushions.Ican’t stop laughing, but when he strips off his shirt and boxersIshut up really fast.I’veonly seen him naked in confused glimpses, but now it’s all right here in my face–his tight ass tattooed with the swooping curves of the dragon’s body, a thick, slightly crooked cock glistening with precum, and huge, heavy balls. “Wow.”
“Iknow,” he declares proudly as he flops down next to me. “You’retaking a work of art off the market.Neverforget that, even whenI’mtoo old to get it up anymore.”
“Never.”Ibrush my fingers along his cheek, then down the wide bridge of his nose.Healways watches me likeI’mhis god and he’s the zealot who’s going to burn down the whole world and lay the ashes at my feet.Itshould probably scare me, but it’s such a fucking high.
Beckwaves a bottle of lube he must have found inScout’sterrifying box of fun. “Getyour fingers ready, andI’lldo your dick.”Oncehe’s drizzled the cold liquid along my skin, he takes the dildo out of its bag.
Watchingmy reaction carefully in caseIobject, he butts the balls end of the dildo against my pubic bone, where it might sit ifIhad been born with the blessing of a magnum rainbow dong. “Thereit is.”Heleans in close enough for his breath to stir against my lips as he slowly works a palm full of lube along the silicone shaft.Ican’t feel his touch, but an unexpected shiver of euphoria rushes over me whenIlook down and see my boyfriend’s big hand jerking me off like that.Myheart rate kicks up until it’s hard to breathe.
Plentyof trans men without bottom surgery top their partners, butI’vealways wondered why someone would want to fumble around with toys and trigger crushing dysphoria, all for something they can’t even feel.NowIget it.It’snot about me.It’sabout the manIlove more than anything in the world watching me with bright, excited eyes, asking me to make him feel amazing.
Ilean in and close the kiss between us, nipping at his lip asIfeel his cock against my thigh getting harder.Beckjerks back, his face flushed. “Touchme,” he groans. “Please.”
Hiscock twitches and leaks precum asIskim my lubed fingers down the shaft, cradle his balls, then caress his taint untilIfind his hole.Hespreads his legs for me, leaning back, and he’s so hungry for my finger that it almost slips straight in. “Jesus,Beck,”Imoan, feeling him clench around me asIpush deeper.
“You’veplayed with your ass, right?” he pants, moving a little against my hand like he wants more. “Youknow how?”
“Kindof.Idon’t know where the spot is.”
“Yourdick is huge,” he murmurs, nipping along the side of my neck. “You’llfucking find it.”
Ilike to do things methodically, but he offers almost no resistance to my second finger, either.Bythe timeIget to three, his cock is straining and dripping and he’s so consumed with want thatIthink he’ll push me down and sit on my dick ifIdon’t hurry up.Hegives his body to me just as fiercely as he does everything else, completely untamed.
OnceIfigure out how to hold the dildo against my body, he lies back untilI’mkneeling over him.There’sabsolutely no self-consciousness in the way he opens his legs for me.Panicflares through me asIrest the thick head of the dildo against his hole, but even that feels like a strange kind of joy.
Imust have done a good job, because the head goes in easy even though it’s big.Ican’t feel his heat gripping me, andIwish to godIcould, but whenImoveIcan feel the tight, squeezing drag, the way he spasms around the length.EachtimeIpush deeper,Iget to enjoy the give as he relaxes for me.Watchingit stretch his hole freaks me out, soIgrip the dildo in one hand and lean over him until our sweaty bodies are pressed together.Hisheart thumps against my chest as he tries to rock his hips deeper onto the shaft. “Fuck,Dal,” he moans, biting my shoulder. “Areyou gonna make me beg?”
“Yeah.”Ikiss his jaw. “Justthis once.”Hisballs brush my fingers, which meansI’mall the way inside.Ididn’t even know that was possible.Holdingmy breath,Iease back to the tip and slide forward in my first thrust.
Beckwhines, andIcan feel his hard cock jutting against my abs.WhenIreach between us to touch it, he catches my wrist.Hisvoice sounds all fucked up. “Makeme come without touching me.Iknow you can, pretty boy, come on.Please.Ineed it.”
