“Sure,” the woman said, taking the anal training kit. She looked him dead in the eye. “There’s a security camera in here, just in case you have sticky fingers.”
Viggo was too surprised to know how to react, wondering if he should be offended, but then he laughed. “Good to know. I’ll try to contain myself.”
“See that you do,” the woman said, giving him another look like she expected him to snatch everything in sight and make a run for it. She walked back through the beaded curtain, leaving Viggo by himself.
Viggo picked up another few dildos and butt-plugs, the largest of which was some sort of mythical creature dildo about the same length as Bjorn’s monster, and twice as thick. He slapped it down against his palm, the heavy thud making him grin, curving his palm over the massive purple head and imagining what it would feel like to push it through Sebastian’s tight anal ring. Given the way Sebastian had struggled with just three of his fingers, it would be some time before Sebastian would be able to take it without needing a trip to the hospital.
Taking the creature dildo could be their barometer for whether or not Sebastian was ready to be double dicked, Viggo decided. A long-term goal.
Aside from the anal toys, Viggo also picked up a cheap set of nipple clamps, a bullet vibrator, and an oversized bottle of lube. He had to tuck the dildos and butt-plugs under his arm against his chest in order to carry everything, the scent of rubber tickling his nose, and when he caught sight of himself in the narrow mirror hanging next to the exit, he chuckled at how ridiculous he looked. Heading back to the register, he deposited his selection on the counter and pushed it toward the unimpressed saleslady.
“Ambitious,” she said, a mocking edge to her voice as she started ringing him up. When she reached the nipple clamps, she held them up and curled her lip. “These are shit.”
“You have any better ones?” Viggo raised his brow, challenging.
The woman shook her head, putting the clamps in the bag like she was offended at having to touch them. “This isn’t the place to buy real gear.”
Viggo laughed. “I know. If the clamps are a hit, I’ll buy better ones somewhere else.”
The woman shrugged and finished ringing him up, sliding the bag toward him. Viggo paid with a tap of his phone, taking the bag and leaving the store. Back in his car, he placed his purchases and his suit jacket on the seat next to him and started the drive home. He couldn’t wait to show Sebastian what he’d bought.
* * *
Walking into the house, the dry air-conditioned air a stark contrast to the clammy summer day outside, Viggo could tell right away that Bjorn wasn’t home and that Sebastian was watching TV in the living room. He kicked off his shoes, tossed his suit jacket on the staircase railing to be dealt with later and headed into the kitchen. He left the bag from the sex store on the counter, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and downing it in one go.
“Sebastian?” he called, tossing the now empty bottle in the trash and making his way toward the living room.
He found Sebastian bundled up on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, a blanket draped over his lap and a can of soda balanced on his knee. He was sitting with his legs crossed, knees tenting the blanket, and there was a thoughtful, slightly troubled look on his face.
“There you are,” Viggo said, pausing in the doorway and waiting until he had the boy’s attention before sauntering into the room. His erection, which had flagged on the long drive home, roared back to life at the wary yet intrigued way Sebastian tracked him.
“You’re home,” Sebastian said, licking his lips and uncrossing his legs. He leaned forward and put his soda on the coffee table, almost knocking it over when he retracted his hand, and then turned off the TV.
“I am,” Viggo confirmed, coming to a stop next to the couch. He looked down at Sebastian, looming over him, his crotch practically in the boy’s face.
Sebastian glanced up at him, his face red and splotchy with embarrassment, and when his gaze caught on the massive bulge in Viggo’s suit, he let out a whimper that went right to Viggo’s balls.
Viggo reached down and gave himself a squeeze, slow and deliberate, just to see Sebastian blush even harder.
“How was your day, Sebastian?” he asked, sitting down and draping his arm over the back of the couch. He spread his legs, pushing his thighs apart and letting his hand rest on the bulge of his cock.
“It was okay,” Sebastian mumbled, his thigh tense where it came into contact with Viggo’s meaty leg.
“Yeah?” Viggo lowered his arm, curling it around the back of Sebastian’s neck and pulling him in under his shoulder. He bent his neck and buried his nose in Sebastian’s silky locks, taking a deep breath. “Just okay?”
Sebastian smelled like lake water, grass and Bjorn’s sweat, an enticing combination that did nothing to lessen the raging fire of Viggo’s arousal. The two of them must have gone exploring, and from the smell of it, visited Bjorn’s favorite place in the whole preserve.
“Bjorn wanted to show me your territory,” Sebastian said, not protesting when Viggo trailed his fingers up and down the side of his arm as he spoke. “I got tired pretty quickly, though, so Bjorn carried me on his back, and then we went swimming in this cool little lake.”
“Did Bjorn behave himself?”
Viggo already knew that Bjorn couldn’t have done anything too bad – Sebastian didn’t seem traumatized – but he could tell that something had happened.
“He was okay,” Sebastian said, hands fisting in the blanket over his lap. “He wanted to cuddle for a bit, and that was nice, I guess, and playing with him in the lake was actually really fun.”
Viggo waited for him to say more, but Sebastian just kept on playing with his blanket. The silence stretched.
“But?” Viggo prompted. He reached his hand into Sebastian’s hair, curling his fingers and stroking through the soft locks.
