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"Have you ever been pegged, Brando?"
Diego raises his eyebrows at the question. He looks up at his girlfriend from where he's laying against her side.
"What?"
Hot Pants repeats herself, "Have you ever been pegged?" He doesn't know what to say. Hot Pants is so different from any girlfriend he's had before, so weird. How does she just.. say things like that?
"Um. No. Why?" Hot Pants strokes his hair gently. She takes a short blond curl and twirls it around her finger.
"Would you be.. interested in being pegged?" Diego stares at her. His mouth goes dry and his cock definitely does not twitch in his pants at the thought. Her eyes scan his face. She looks a bit pleased with how flustered he is at the proposition. Is she messing with him? Teasing?
"I- what? ..Seriously?" Hot Pants nods.
"By you?" She nods again. Diego blinks a couple times, considering it. Embarrassingly enough, it does sound.. interesting. He swallows.
"I- w- I guess-?" His face is burning. Hot Pants kisses the top of his head. A smile plays on the corners of her mouth, hand still toying with his hair.
"Can I get a definite answer, Diego? I won't mind if you don't want to."
Diego sucks in his bottom lip. The only light in the room is the lamp beside their bed- leaves the room dim enough to hide his red face as he mumbles, "Yes, okay." The mattress shifts suddenly when she stands up.
"Wait, wait where are you going?" Diego protests, sitting up. She looks at him fondly, leaning over him to ruffle his hair.
"I'll be right back." Her footsteps fade into the hallway and return shortly after and she's holding something thick and pink- Diego's throat feels tight. So do his pants. She approaches with it in hand and he almost winces at the size of it up close. It's really not much larger than his own dick but the thought of that inside him makes it seem a whole lot bigger- and, huh, that sure was an ego boost.
"W- you- you already had that?" He says, baffled and a little turned on. Hot Pants laughs as she sits on the edge of the bed beside him.
"I had a feeling."
"You-" Diego isn't sure whether he should be offended or not- but all thoughts are long gone when Hot Pants shoves her lips against his. One hand comes to rest on his cheek, moving to cup his jaw as she leads the kiss. As if on instinct, he leans into it. Her tongue trails over the seam of his mouth and he immediately opens it for her. She hums gratefully as her tongue darts past his lips. The room is quiet except for the blood rushing in his ears and the occasional noise from himself or Hot Pants. Diego is painfully hard in his pants, his lower half uncomfortably hot where it's covered by the blanket. He breaks off the kiss with a wet noise.
"We're- right now?" He chokes out, still flustered.
"If that's fine with you." Hot Pants murmurs against his lips. Her eyes trail down from his eyes to his mouth again.
He breathes in sharply. Face burning, he slips a hand around to the back of her neck and presses another kiss to her lips. She swings her legs around onto the bed, kneeling next to where Diego sits as he kicks off the blankets. Hot Pants manages to push Diego back down onto the mattress, kissing him hungrily. He clutches at the back of her neck, keeping her mouth pinned on his. He feels her hand slip under his t-shirt, shivers as it roams his ribs and pectorals, thumb rubbing over his nipple. He arches into the contact, groaning when Hot Pants bites at his lower lip. She pulls away and helps tug off his shirt, tossing it away into the void of their bedroom floor. Then she pulls off her own shirt- a braless tanktop- and is back on him. Diego's fingers are getting tangled in her hair, restlessly adjusting his grip on the back of her neck, trying to pull her impossibly closer. The kisses are getting to be obscenely desperate, breaking off only to latch on anew again and again, encouraged with the open contact of skin against skin. So Hot Pants continues to trace over his torso, moving down to his abdomen and pausing just at his waistline. He squirms, whimpers something against her mouth, and she pulls back.
"What was that?" She asks, gazing at him. Diego takes a moment to regain his breath, licks kiss-swollen lips. Hot Pants leans her face in close and presses some kisses to his jaw.
"Can you-" He sighs as she moves to kiss at his neck instead, tilts his head back to bare it for her.
"Touch me? Mm- please-"
Hot Pants sighs against his throat, pulls off to look him in the eyes. "That was hot, Diego, keep it up.." Diego feels his face go red again. She returns to her spot at his neck, biting at a bit of skin and working at it with her tongue as she starts to palm at him through his sweatpants. A strangled moan escapes his lips and he bucks against her hand. She grabs at the hard line of his dick, letting out a pleased noise at the sounds it gets out of him. Diego clutches at her hair as she moves to suck another bruise on his neck.
"Hot Pants- HP, please- more-"
"Mm- fuck, Diego." She murmurs, pressing her lips to his jaw again. Hot Pants sits back, leaving Diego missing her heat. She moves to settle between his legs, hooking her fingers around the waistband of his sweats. Diego shifts his hips to assist her as she tugs them down. He glances away shyly as she stares at him, admiring the mess she's made. Blond curls matted against the pillow, complexion hopelessly flushed red, lips wet and swollen, darkening bruises along his neck and jaw. She lightly strokes his dick through the taut fabric of his boxers. She eyes Diego's mouth as he bites down on that soft lower lip. He shudders and spreads his legs a bit further, feeling incredibly exposed to her and impossibly aroused. Diego can feel her staring- his cock twitches against her hand and his face flushes further. Hot Pants pulls down the boxers, leaving him completely bare.
"Look at you, hm? So excited, we've hardly even started yet." She wraps a hand around the base of his cock, getting a whimper out of him. "Have you been dreaming of this?" He gasps when she gives him a few languid strokes.
"Fantasized about me fucking you?" Diego moans. Hot Pants keeps her hand moving on him, picking up the pace the more he writhes. Precum slicks her strokes- she keeps the pace even and fast, the ways she knows he prefers. Gripping tighter on the upstroke, teasing the head. It's not long before his abs are tensing up and his back is arching and he's grasping at the sheets-
"HP, HP- mm-!" And she stops. Lets go entirely. Leaves him there, panting, cock bobbing sorely against his stomach.
"Is that a yes?" Hot Pants says through a grin. Sits up to kiss him on the cheek. He meets her halfway, tilting his head to catch her lips on his, dips his tongue into her mouth again. Lazily kisses her, fingertips resting on her jaw. Eventually Hot Pants pulls off.
"Mm, yeah.." He mumbles. She laughs quietly and reaches past him over to the bedside table to dig around in the drawer. Her chest is right in Diego's face, and he can't help himself. Presses a kiss to the plush skin of one of her tits, goes to hold the other one in his palm. Warm, soft. He can feel her heartbeat like this. She laughs again as she sits back down between his legs, stopping to peck his forehead before settling onto her knees. Diego swallows hard when he sees the tiny bottle of lube in her hand.
"I want you to know, Diego-" She squirts a bit onto her fingers. "-we can stop whenever you want. Just tell me to stop and I will, no questions asked. Okay?"
Diego's gaze softens. "Okay." He murmurs. She closes the bottle and puts it aside, dry hand holding aside a muscular thigh. Diego takes a deep breath as she slides in one finger. It doesn't feel much like anything, just cold and slick.
"You can do another one." He whispers. Hot Pants just grins at him. "Shut up.." He mutters, his face is all flushed again now. She says nothing but complies, slipping in another finger. Now that feels like something. The stretch stings a little.. it's an odd sensation. It seems to hurt less the more she moves around and-
"Ah!" Sudden pleasure shoots up his spine as her fingers skim over what he can only assume to be his prostate. Hot Pants gives a contented hum and continues to feel around that spot with her fingertips. And that feels really good. The anxieties he had seem to fade away as he whimpers again. It's embarrassing, Diego knows in the back of his mind, but he's too lost in the excitement. More precum drips from his tip. Hot Pants takes a bit more time to mess with him, pulling out her fingers to the tips and spreading them apart. She shoves them back in slowly, purposefully avoiding his prostate so that he has to shift his hips to feel it.
Eventually, she pulls out and wipes her fingers off on the sheets. Diego watches in anticipation as she sits on the edge of the bed. Tugs off her own pants and such, and reaches for the strap on. She stands up to adjust it and then returns to her seat between Diego's thighs- pops open the lube, pours some into her palm. His eyes follow her hand as she runs it over the dildo. His own cock leaks against his stomach, stiff and throbbing because Hot Pants is now fitting her hands underneath the bend of his knees and lining up with his ass. She holds his legs almost up to his shoulders, leaning her face in close as she asks, "Ready?"
Diego exhales heavily and whispers, "Yeah." Slowly, she slides in. He groans as she fills him, curling his fingers into the sheets. The thickness of it burns, stings as it stretches him out. Tears well up in the corners of his eyes. Hot Pants leans forward to kiss his forehead and he lets out a shaky breath.
"You- you can move. I'm alright." She gently pulls her hips back before pushing back into him. He gives her a nod and she does it again. And again. Speeding up a bit when he starts to relax. The pain is easing off now, giving way to the pleasant sensation of the rubber cock occasionally meeting his prostate.
"There you go." Hot Pants purrs. "You're taking it so well, Diego." He lets out a delirious moan at that.She carefully pulls out, until only the tip sits inside him, angles her hips, and then thrusts into him, drilling into his prostate head-on.
"Fuck! Ah-!" He curses. She directs all of her attention to that spot now, aiming each thrust towards it. Diego cries out in time with the sound of skin hitting skin, eyes shut tightly as his face contorts in pleasure.
"Feels good, right? Tell me how good it feels."
"It's- It's good- mmm.. Feels good- ah-" He moans hoarsely, breaking off into a whine.
"Good boy." She coos. She thrusts her hips sharply, getting another cry from Diego.
"Oh, harder- harder please-" Hot Pants complies, ramming into him with all she's got, relentlessly pounding into his prostate. Helpless moans escape his lips, broken up with the force of her thrusting. Diego manages to pry his eyes open for a moment. Blinks through blissful tears to see Hot Pants. Her bangs are stuck to her face with sweat, her lips parted as she pants from the effort. Her eyes watch him warmly, eyelids low with affection. Her pace stutters when she sees him watching, but she quickly catches herself. Diego tosses his head back, arching his back as much as he can in this folded-pinned position. His moans come out raspy and desperate and his fists curl tightly into the sheets.
"Ah-ah- I'm... ah-" He struggles to form the words.
"I know, Diego." Hot Pants drops a fleeting kiss onto his forehead. Gives him one or two more good hard thrusts, and pent up arousal finally snaps. He comes hard, a long, shuddering moan escaping his throat. Then sinks limply into the mattress, chest heaving as Hot Pants finally pulls out. She slowly lowers Diego's legs flat onto the mattress, gently rubbing his thigh as she removes the strap on.
"You did so well, Diego. Really." She praises, laying down next to him. He rolls over to lazily wrap his arms around her lower back and bury his face in her chest. Hot Pants hugs him, softly stroking his hair.
"So good for me, mm." Diego chooses to ignore the stickiness splattered up his torso, instead sighs into the warm embrace of his girlfriend and the careful hands in his hair.
"HP?" He mumbles.
"Yes?"
"Can we do this again, sometime?" The answer obviously goes without saying, but Diego is still relieved when he hears her laugh.
"Of course."