I might explode if I don't find something to ground me.
"Rhys, please make me yours." Duncan says against my lips. "Please."
He sounds as untethered as I feel.
"Okay Duncan, where do you want me?"
He chuckles. "Well I thought that'd be obvious by now but you see, when a boy loves another boy sometimes he gets to put his penis..."
"Alright, enough out of you. Bed. Now."
I turn and bite back my smile as I lead Duncan to his bedroom.
My cock is straining in my pants again, this man makes me feral. If I can make him feel half as good as he makes me feel I'll be satisfied.
I turn and Duncan is on me. Kissing me senseless and he pushes me down on the bed. As I land his scent blooms from the mattress and pillowsbehind me. My eyes devour him as Duncan drops his shorts to the floor and the sight of his thick cock makes my mouth water.
I unbutton my pants and slide them down my legs and I warm under his watchful eye.
Then Duncan turns, pulls the bedside drawer full of toys completely out and overturns it on the bed.
The collection of dildos and plugs and vibrators scatters in a rainbow of colors. Duncan crawls onto the bed and fishes out a deep purple velvet pouch. I slide onto the bed and rest back on the pillow watching a master select his tools.
"We haven't used this one yet." He says as he pulls open the drawstring.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Close your eyes." He says and I obey. "Hold out your hand." I lift my palm.
A heavy, cold object falls and I open my eyes to discover I'm holding a gold butt plug. On the back end is a lion with a ring in its teeth making it look like some old fashioned door knocker.
"Turn over." Duncan says as he pulls the plug from my hand.
I turn away from him and pull my thigh up to my abdomen as I hear him wet his fingers and start to drag them down my crease. His fingers reach my anus and tingles dance through my bloodstream.
Already I can feel myself clenching, desperate for something to fill me. I feel Duncan shift closer behind me and he kisses my shoulder as he continues to finger the rim.
But with a bite to my shoulder he shoves a finger in. Immediately I clench around his fingers. He pulls out and adds a second finger using both to gently massage my prostate and I cry out in pleasure as I grip the sheets for dear life.
"Fuck Charming, this asshole." His head rests where he just bit.
A whimper escapes me and his fingers start to scissor, gently loosening me up. "Get the lube." He says and I reach for the bottle.
His fingers stay inside me, gently working my sensitive core, and with unsteady fingers I pump the lube into his other palm. His hand closes around the toy, getting it ready and with another peck of a kiss to my shoulder he sits back again.
I settle into the pillows and wait for him to put it in me. Knowing as soon as he does I'm turning around and pinning him to the mattress.
He replaces his fingers with the metal and the stretch along the ring of muscle stings until it settles into place.
"Fuck that's a pretty sight." He whispers as he gives it a little push with his thumb and my nerves fire shockwaves of pleasure through me.
"Get your fill?" I ask, breathless, still facing away from him.
"Not even close."
"Good." I roll and pin him to the bed with my hips. My hands caging in his broad athletic frame. I line my cock up against his and grip us both as best I can. The plug tugging at my insides as I move.
"Spit." I demand as I hold my palm under Duncan's chin. He complies and then I move my hand down to jerk our dicks together. My fist can’t close completely around us.
