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I moaned, my eyes finding the spot where we were connected. He’d barely even gotten the tip inside and I was ready to bust. I clenched my stomach muscles and adjusted my hips to ease the pressure I was feeling.

Which was a mistake.

All it did was pop the head of my dick right past the ring of tight muscle, making Owain let out the dirtiest, whiniest little moan and dig his nails into my shoulders. “Ryan, you promised.”

“I didn’t mean to, love,” I said, like I wasn’t going crazy from how it felt. I was sweating and shaking slightly. “It’s fine; it’s just the tip. You can do whatever you want with the rest.”

I’d been working on half sensations my whole sexual life, apparently.

Owain gave me a stern glare, but it was tempered by the fact that his glasses were slipping down his nose and his mouth was open from the way he was shallowly swivelling his hips on my cock.

He clenched around me and I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they might break. “Okay, I’ve learnt my lesson. I won’t move any more. Fuck me.”

Owain inched down, moaning as he went, hand carding restlessly up into my hair like he didn’t know what to do with the pleasure that was fluttering through him.

“Does it feel good?” I asked, nudging my nose against his cheek.

He nodded with a little mewl.

I licked his ear to make him shiver. “Better than you dreamed about?”

“I don’t think Ed had anything that would have filled me up as good as this.”

I groaned, my vison painted in shades of Owain’s desire, picturing him fucking himself on a dildo shaped like my dick for the hundredth time since he’d told me. I strained against my bonds, going out of my mind. “Fuck, Owain. Fuck me. C’mon. Show me how good I feel filling you up all the way. Haven’t you been feeling empty?”

Owain nodded and shallowly dipped his hips, the metric tonne of lube making it an easy glide.

“Yes, love. Just like that. Fuck yourself on me. Use me.”

“I don’t want to use you,” Owain whined, but his hips weren’t slowing. In fact, they were starting to pick up speed and dip lower with every gyration.

“You can use me and make me feel good at the same time. I want you to. I want to be one of your toys that you can’t get enough of. The best toy in your collection. The one you reach for every night. The one you can’t wait to lock the door and use,” I said, the words pouring out from God knows where.

They were doing something for both of us though.

Owain’s cheeks were in full bloom, the colour spreading down his neck and chest as he fully seated himself on my dick and threw his head back. “Ryan!”

“I’m here. Fuck, Owain, move. C’mon, love.”

His arms went back, his hands landing on my knees as he began grinding himself on me, his own cock leaking onto my stomach, belly pushed out. Completely beautiful.

And then he began fucking himself on me and I couldn’t breathe anymore.

I raised my knees, digging my heels into the bed to help him bounce. His thighs were shaking but he kept going, a constant whine emanating from his throat like my dick was punching it out of him.

I’d never felt more helpless or turned on in my whole life. All I could do was sit back and let him work my dick into oblivion, trying to hold on long enough for him to come first before I let go.

Owain had other plans.

“Come in me,” he begged. “I want to feel it. None of my toys can come in me.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I shook my head. “You come first and then I will,” I panted, but I could already feel my balls and stomach tightening.

He scratched at my chest and stomach. “Ryaaan.”

I held on as best I could, using the pain of the ropes to ground me. “You first.”

“I want to come with your cum in my arse. Don’t you want to see me all wet?” Owain moaned.