Avery’s face brightened. “Okay?”
“Yeah. If you’re not comfortable with it, I’m not going to force you. I’m mostly indifferent to where my fingers go anyway.”
“As opposed to your dick?”
Linc couldn’t stop his laugh, then. “As opposed to my dick, yes. I have very specific thoughts on where I do and do not want my dick to go.”
“Me too.” Avery grinned, then seemed to realize what he’d said and pulled his shirt up to bury his face in it.
Linc pulled the shirt down again to kiss Avery. “What do you want to do instead?”
“About what?”
He tapped the plug. “About this.”
Avery shivered. “What doyouwant to do?”
The list of things Linc wanted to do more than watch Avery work himself open was very short.
“What aboutyourfingers?” he said, voice rough.
“What about them?”
“Would you use your fingers to touch yourself? Or just the toy?”
“Oh, no, my fingers are totally cool. I don’t know why it makes a difference. I mean, it’s not like—oh.” His eyes rounded. “Like you could watch me while I—” He sucked in a breath.
“Exactly.” Linc found one of Avery’s nipples and dropped his head to suck on it through the thin material of Avery’s T-shirt. He stiffened and arched under Linc’s mouth.
“You can’t see anything if your face is in my chest.” Avery bit his lip and pushed back, moving on his hands until he rested against the opposite arm of the sofa. Linc sprawled along his half of the cushions, watching intently. The plug flashed and sparkled—a ridiculous bit of flair, moving in and out of view—and Avery reached behind him into a drawer of the small table by the sofa. He pulled out a bottle of lube, and Linc’s throat went dry. “What’s that for?”
The plug was already in, but Avery squirted lube into his palm and then turned back around, sliding down the cushions until his legs were splayed open, obscenely framing both the toy and his bobbing cock. Avery’s fist closed around his erection. Linc hissed at the imagined coolness of the lube on Avery’s flushed skin.
The display was delicious. So dirty. Avery wasted no time in playing with the plug. He placed a single finger on it, rocking it inside of him, and his hips rippled, sending a wave up his body.
“Oh, yeah.” Linc shifted on the couch. They were barely started, and his cock was already uncomfortable in his jeans.
Avery worked himself slowly, sliding his lubed palm up and down his shaft. “What do you want to see?” His voice was almost a purr.
“Take it out. Slowly,” Linc said hoarsely. Avery tilted his hips up, snagging the base between two fingers. The ring of his ass pulled tight and then released the cone-shaped end, sliding out easily. Avery sighed, still working his dick in his hand.
“You’re so pretty,” Linc said. “Now fuck yourself with it. Show me how you like it.”
“Okay.” Avery’s eyes were already glassy, spots of pink spread along his cheekbones. His tongue traced the inside of his bottom lip. He hunched down farther to give himself better access and worked it back inside. He moaned as it popped past his rim again.
“Yeah.” Linc dug his fingers into the upholstery, enjoying the sweet ache of his untended erection, pressing tighter against his fly. His hips rocked a little, looking for friction that wasn’t there. “Yeah. That’s good. You’re doing good.”
Avery whimpered and closed his eyes, working his cock harder. The sparkling jewel danced, even without his fingers, as his ass bunched. Linc grinned. He’d had a hunch the other night that Avery had a praise kink a mile wide. He wanted people to accept what he had to offer. Linc was only too happy to help out.
“So good,” he said again. “The plug was a great idea.”
Avery glanced at him. “Yeah?”
“So perfect. I could watch your greedy ass gobble it up all day.”
Avery splayed his legs farther apart, putting on his show for one.
“Take it out again.”
