“You’re the one twitching your hole for more.”
“You bastard.”
Thomas grinned at the insult, leaning in to suck one of Scott’s nipples. The temperature play made Scott shake. Thomas’s mouth was so exquisitely hot on his body he moaned for more.
The kisses and touches had been happening more. During videos and outside of them. Scott’s reactions always got awe and surprise from Thomas, like he couldn’t believe his touch could have that effect. It still surprised him that Scott wanted his touch.
The contact was so maddeningly brief it always left Scott wanting more, asking for more with his seeking lips and his desperate eyes.
Thomas only let him have more when he used his voice, and a tone that was particularly whiny. Thomas had recorded it, used it as his text alert for a day before deciding he never wanted anyone else to hear it again, including their subscribers.
When Scott got to the point he needed to beg Thomas to kiss him, Thomas cut the recording, and their public sex changed to private affection in a different bed.
Scott wasn’t at that stage yet.
Thomas had given him specific instructions before they began, telling Scott he needed to come from dildo play before warning him that the dildo might be colder than the ones they’d used before. Scott had assumed it would be made out of metal, or glass, but Thomas had surprised him with the lolly, taking the chill off it with his mouth before lubing it up.
He didn’t let it stay inside Scott for too long, but when he did feed it into Scott’s body, he activated the pump on his cock at the same time, and that was filled with some special lube that warmed up when it moved.
The combination made the room spin, and he crested the hill of orgasm only to be denied by Thomas. Everything stopped. Scott was left with a warm dick, and a cold hole, and with no way to make either of them explode him into pleasure.
He gritted his teeth, growling in frustration.
“You really are so beautiful,” Thomas murmured, stroking Scott’s chest.
“And you really are a beast.”
Thomas’s hum was pure smugness. “Tied up in my mansion, being made to come over and over.”
That was their narrative, their selling point, and subscribers ate it up, buying into the X-rated version ofBeauty and theBeast,where unbeknownst to any of them, Gaston had been digested and scattered in the foxgloves.
There were requests along that theme, one subscriber, blunt and to the point like accusing someone in the board game Cluedo, had messaged:Scott. In the ballroom. With a dildo.
Thomas had placed it in the maybe folder before choosing a what-if scenario for them to film in the future.
What if Beauty escaped only to be captured in the grounds of the mansion and fucked into submission?
Thomas’s eye had dilated at the thought of hunting Scott and having him, but he was adamant it had to be on one of Tim’s days off.
He didn’t want his gardener perving on them.
Scott decided not to remind him that Tim was one of their subscribers.
Thomas waited until Scott had control of himself once again, pushing the lolly in and out of his mouth, humming at the taste. Scott watched with a slack mouth.
“Don’t worry, I’m leaving plenty for you.”
He didn’t push it in far, mainly teasing Scott’s hole, pressing it in an inch before removing it and holding it to Scott’s balls. It melted quickly, leaving him a sticky mess.
“You’re sick,” Scott whispered, trying and failing to buck his hips. All he could do was spread his legs further or push them together, and the latter didn’t give him pleasure or praise from Thomas. He kept widening them each time Thomas teased, giving him more room to work with.
“You’re the sick one,” Thomas replied. “You love being fucked by yourself. Your greedy pussy wants your own cum.”
Scott closed his eyes. It was too much to look at Thomas when he spoke like that.
“It’s practically incest, your cum fucking your pussy like this. ”
Scott moaned while pressing his lips together, wanting to hide it from Thomas.
