Page 90 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

“Daddy. Daddy,” Charlie begged, and that was it. Charlie’s dick spurted all over his hand, dripping onto the floor, plug buried deep inside.

Auston had to close his eyes, image seared in the grey matter of his brain, burning the soft flesh. “Fuck,” he cursed, and then he was coming too, shooting everywhere: on his knee, on the fucking floor, onto the couch. He trembled, feral and unsatisfied, hollow in the middle where all his viscera were supposed to be.

He looked down to make sure he hadn’t somehow popped a knot, but no. This was just a normal orgasm when it was inspired by his baby.

He held himself very still as the pleasure thrummed through him like an angry cat, hissing and pacing. It left him shaking with the need to move, to search for Charlie, to dig his claws into skin, his teeth into muscle.

The thin, invisible filament separating him was maddening, filling his mind with restless things, with buzzing insects.

He took a deep breath. Willed his heartbeat down. Tried to loosen the muscles of his thighs, his shoulders, his arms.

It didn’t work.

He pressed the call button. It rang exactly once before Charlie picked up.

“Daddy?” God, his voice was wrecked, scratchy and whiny at the same time.

Auston imagined what it would be like to wrap his big hand around that fragile throat. To feel his baby go all limp so that Auston could kiss his mouth, his cheeks, the mating mark he’d leave on his—

He needed to get his shit together.

“Where are you, honey?”

“I’m…I’m still—it’s still inside me.”

Auston’s cock, amazingly, twitched. “Waiting for me to tell you to stop?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Does it feel good inside you? Move a little.”

A rush of air, and then a tiny, split noise, high and thready. “D-Daddy.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s too much.”

“I don’t think so. Grab the second plug. The one that’s a little bigger.”

“Daddy,” his baby sobbed, probably overstimulated and tired and wrung out.

Auston was viciously calm. “Hmm?”

Charlie let out a whine but didn’t protest further.

There was rustling, water rushing, more rustling.

“I cleaned it,” Charlie said.

“Good boy. My perfect, smart boy. Stick it to the floor,” Auston cooed.

“Okay. It’s…it’s there.”

“Good. Lower yourself down, honey. Bet you’re all soft and opened up, huh?”

“Mmh. Should I make a video?”

“No. Just want to listen to you.”