He’d already douched and softened the tight ring of muscles in his ass. Now he was practically fucking himself with a plastic wiener because it felt too good to stop. But he had to. Jared wasn’t just doing this for funsies. He wanted Dylan to fuck him and wasn’t patient enough to have that man touching and taking all the time in the world to loosen him up.
Jared loved to be the one doing the thrusting, but it’d been over two weeks since he’d had that thick dick stretching him. His hole was starved. More so since they had people over today, and their usual morning sex didn’t happen.
Releasing a long sigh as he pulled the toy out of him, Jared shivered in anticipation. Everything was pulsing. His head. His cock. His greedy asshole. Just the memories of how Dylan’s hands and girth felt on and inside of him doubled his arousal. It was such a rush...
Fuckity, Fockity, Foo!
I've become a nympho for Dylan.
Sue me.
Jared gave everything he’d used a rapid cleaning and walked out of the bathroom. His nipples hardened at the temperature difference, but the slightly cooler living room only amped his need to be trapped under Dylan’s muscular body.
“You okay? It took you long e... nough.” The game was still on, so Dylan only spared a quick glance in Jared’s direction. Yet his lips curling up couldn’t hide the “sex mode” switching on.
“It’s been a while since you’ve fucked me,” Jared said, touching Dylan’s shoulder as he put the lube on the coffee table and knelt on the couch beside him. Just in case his intentions weren’t clear enough.
He didn’t even have to ask him to pause the game. Dylan immediately set the gamepad aside to let Jared straddle him, a hand reaching for his thigh, caressing him up and down.
However, he still decided to prolong the torture.
“I was at a crucial moment,” Dylan said, tipping his chin towards the TV. “Do you mind if I continue till the safe zone? Then I promise all my attention will be solely focused on you.”
“Are you for real now?” Jared scoffed, the grinding on Dylan’s lap coming to a halt. He was barely starting to recover from feeling like he was not enough, and couldn’t deal with this type of crap.
“I didn’t say you could leave.” Dylan pressed Jared’s hips down on him when he attempted to get up. “Just give me five more minutes, yeah?” He shifted his position slightly, allowing Jared to feel his hardening dick.
“Fine.” He huffed, pouting and making it evident he wasn’t happy with this.
“Good boy.” Dylan pecked Jared’s jaw, arms framing him as he grabbed the controller again and pressed play.
Wrapped around him as he played, the metal sounds of swords clashing resonated in the room while Jared entertained himself by kissing and nipping on Dylan’s neck. He could also join in this torturous game, maybe even end it sooner.
“You know…” Jared whispered in Dylan’s ear, slowly rocking his hips, deliberately squeezing his cockhead beneath him. “We could be having more fun if we—”
“You really did come prepared,” Dylan rasped.
“What—” Jared stopped moving, baffled, unable to identify the object prodding his entrance.
It wasn’t a finger. He was so used to Dylan’s touch that he could tell whether it was him or not with his eyes closed in the darkest of dark rooms. It couldn’t be a toy either—Jared had left them all in the bathroom.
Something clicked in his head.
“Are you pushing the fucking gamepad into my ass?”
“What if I am?” Dylan chuckled, gaze fixed on the TV.
“You freaky little shit.” Jared laughed, not even attempting to get away.
“Look who’s talking. I think I just unlocked a new level of kink in you.”
Jared was about to retort, but Dylan pressed the middle grip harder against him.
“Oh, fuck!” he whimpered and moaned, and then felt like the sluttiest slut as he began to gently rock back and forth.
You see, normal controllers have two legs—grips or whatever you wanna call them—but this one also had a longer one in the middle. Apparently, it was designed to hold in different positions depending on which game you were playing, though in Jared’s opinion, it wasn’t the most comfortable or ergonomic to use. Still, holy shit! Even just the tip was doing wonders in his ass, the side handles digging into his flesh as well.
“Feeling good?” Dylan teased, peppering his collarbone with kisses.
