“Three more times,” Thomas said.
His voice sounded far away.
Scott’s eyes slid shut, and the next time his orgasm hit him, he couldn’t conceal his moan, or the whimpers afterwards when it got too much.
Scott lay on the bed, breathing hard with his eyes shut. He could still hear the pump working him, sucking him dry despite Thomas having turned the device off.
It still had a firm grip on him, though, and Thomas told him not to remove it himself.
Which was a blessing, Scott didn’t think he could move.
His body hurt.
His stomach cramped.
His throat tickled with dryness.
“I’m going to get it off you now, okay?”
Scott nodded.
Thomas’s fingers were cold as he gently pressed on Scott’s skin where the device had hold of him. It broke the seal with a slurping sound, which probably should’ve been embarrassing but Scott didn’t care.
He didn’t care about much.
“Easy,” Thomas murmured. “I want to get the finishing shot.”
Scott opened his eyes and watched as Thomas eased the device off his dick. He was still half hard, and his overworked cock dropped to his belly with a wet smack. Thomas held the device, staring at the camera, waiting until Scott’s last load of cum dribbled out. There wasn’t much, two drops of cum.
Thomas put the pump aside on the bed, then without looking at Scott, he rubbed the cum into Scott’s skin. Thomas’s cool hands were heavenly, rolling against his cramping stomach, and Scott let his eyes drift shut again.
The last orgasm had been the hardest to achieve.
It had taken Scott a long time to peak, and when he finally did, Thomas let his dick jerk a few times before switching off the pump.
Scott didn’t have to endure the painful oversensitivity afterwards; Thomas let him have his last orgasm for free.
He’d thanked Thomas over and over, lost in the haze.
The mattress jolted as Thomas got up. He turned off the camera, then returned to the bed.
“Are you still away with the fairies?” Thomas asked.
Scott forced his eyes open. “I think the fairies have the right idea.”
Thomas shuffled up the bed to lean against the headrest.
Scott went to join him, but Thomas pushed a firm hand to his chest. “Stay there.”
Scott didn’t protest. He closed his eyes again.
When he next opened them, Thomas was still beside him, but he had his phone out and was flicking his thumb up the screen. Thomas frowned at his phone, looking in a word, furious. His eyes were narrowed, and his nostrils flared, and Scott reacted with a wounded noise he had no control over.
Thomas’s expression relaxed. “How are you doing?”
“Okay,” Scott croaked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Thomas shoved his phone back in his trousers.
