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“It feels weird.”
“You’re not relaxing.” You move the vibe in him and he’s squeezed so tight it doesn’t budge. “John, unclench your ass.”
He flinches under you. “Don’t call it that.”
“Anal sphincter.”
“Dave.”
“Chocolate starfish.”
“Dave.”
“Open up the abyss into your Mariana’s Trench.”
“Jesus fuck.”
“I just want to probe you with my oil rig.”
“Dave, stop.” He’s laughing, relaxing around you and you thrust, turning his laugh into a moan.
“You love it when I talk dirty to you.” You flick the switch and turn on the oscillations, watching him the whole time and he gasps and tightens around you but it’s good, his reaction is good this time. You thrust again and he moans, loud and sweet.
“Your dirty talk is the worst,” he gasps as you move again. “I don’t, nn, don’t know why I- fuck.”
Found it.
You grin and thrust again. “Don’t know what?” you ask as you rub circles over the spot, and he’s jerking, grasping the covers, moaning over and over again and fuck. Fuck you didn’t know he was this sensitive, this responsive. (you knew this was a good idea)
“Look at you, you love it, you little cockslut.”
“Shut the fuck up, Dave,” he forces out, high and breathless. “Oh-oh, shit, shit, there, there, oh my god, Dave-“
He covers his mouth with both hands as his body spasms, and you viciously drag the vibe against that spot over and over again. God, and he loves this – more than loves this as you see his dick twitch and spurt, strings of white jizz landing on his stomach.
You still and look at him. He’s gasping in the aftershocks of his orgasm, chest heaving and ass tight but not too tight that you can’t move. You brush your knuckles over his dick and he’s still hard. “Dude.”
“What?” You knew it was intended to come out annoyed but he’s too breathless for it to be anything but needy. You squeeze him in your hand and he moans, arching into your touch.
“You just came. Jesus.” You squeeze it again and move the vibe and he whimpers, grasping the sheets. “Do you even have a refractory period? Were you one of those nerds who did endurance exercises in middle school? I’m not talking about gym, I’m talking about your dick. You’re insatiable.” At this point you’re dragging the vibe over his prostate again and again and he’s already getting close, thumbing his nipples and gasping, arching into your touch as you squeeze his dick and assault his ass. “Egbert, what kind of monster are you?”
“Shut up,” he’s gasping. “Shut up, Dave, oh my god, you never stop talking, just – just shut u- aah, fuck, fuck,”
and there he goes again, shooting all over his chest and your hand. Gross. You wipe yourself on his stomach, and, smirking, don’t bother leaving him be this time, continuing his relentless assault on his ass and he’s gasping and cursing under you but you don’t stop. “Nope,” you say. “You’re so fucking greedy.”
“What, hnn, what are you even, fuck, even t-trying to d-do heeeere ah fuck, Dave, there, there, there-“
“Wanna see how much you can cum,” you say. “Gonna make you cum dry. Milk the Amazon of your dick teat until it becomes the Sahara Desert.”
He tries to laugh and you turn it into a moan. “Dave, you’re not even making seeeeeeense, fuuuuck.”
You retaliate by upping your offense, pressing harder against him. “What if I just turn it up,” you murmur. “Turn it up all the way and press it here,” you shove against his prostate and he keens, “And see how many times you cum.” He shudders and cries out when you roughly jolt the toy. “Bet you’d love that. Look at you, you came twice and you’re still begging for more.”
“Please, Dave, I can’t-“
“Yeah?” You rub circles into his hip and he’s beautiful, arching and gasping under you. He gives off a particularly loud moan and slaps his hands over his mouth again, face red, and you still.
“Dave!” his hips shift, chasing the toy that you pull out and you tsk, shaking your head. “Please, please, you fucking ass, I was so close.”
“You won’t die if you don’t cum within the next minute, relax.” You reach under the bed, pull out a girly, sequined red scarf that Rose gave you for your 15th birthday, and move toward John. “Arms up.”
He groans and obediently loops his arms behind the headboard, in the bottom area where it’s smooth and won’t chafe. “Why that one?” he grumbles, motioning at the scarf.
“Don’t be like that, you love Calpernicus.”
“Dave.”
“John.”
“Dave, you named your bondage scarf Calpernicus.”
“Give the man a medal.” You pull on the knots to make sure they’re secure before sliding down his body.
He glares at you. “I’m never getting aroused in that.”
“Not what your dick is saying.” You sqeeze him and hips stutter. “See? Point proven.”
“Jesus fuck, Dave, just touch me already!”
You oblige, sliding the vibe in him again and this time you just. You just hold it there, hold it against his prostate.
“Fuck!” He squirms, toes curling and he’s close again, you can feel it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Dave, move-“
You grin at him. “Nope. Not moving until you beg for it.”
“Will you just-“
“Come on, Egbert.” You give a particularly hard thrust and he sobs, arms going slack, hips arching. “You’ve already done it today. Make daddy proud.”
“Oh fuck,” he whimpers as his dick twitches. “Oh, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” and he screams as he comes, unmuffled by his hands. This time it’s not much, barely a few drops but that doesn’t make it any less intense. He clenches around you as his spent dick tries to perform and dribbles onto his stomach. “Dave- Dave, I, aah, stop, stop it you fucknut, I’m sensitive right now,jesus-“
You don’t stop and drag it over his abused prostate again, making him jerk and try to close his legs. “I know you have a few more in you.”
And you’re right, he’s already hardening. You lean down until your lips brush his ear. “I said I’ll milk you dry. Said I’ll keep abusing your ass until you can’t cum anymore, until your stomach is splattered in spunk. Make you scream so much you’re hoarse.”
“Fuck,” he whimpers out. “Dave, I-“
“You’re still talking,” you point out and turn the vibe to its highest setting, pressing it against his hotspot, holding his hips down with your hand and he’s straining against his bonds, legs twisting in the covers and he’s beautiful, so beautiful like this, mouth open and wet and inviting.
You crush his lips to yours, slip your tongue into his mouth and all he can do is take as he pants against you. “Please, please, please,” he whimpers, “Please please please please Dave oh god oh god fuck fuck-“
You take your lips away and suck hickies into his skin. “Come on, lemme hear you, tell me how good it feels.”
“Oh, oh fuck, shit, I- Dave, please, please, shit, Dave, Dave,” and he cums dry, screaming your name.
You press him through his orgasm and turn the vibe off, taking it out and throwing it somewhere before frantically shoving your boxers down and fisting your cock. John’s spread on the bed, panting and sweaty and covered in cum and he looks at you and licks his lips and fuck. You’re done, you’re done, and you groan when you finally cum over his stomach, your spunk mixing in with his.
Shaky fingers reach up and untie him, and his arms fall limp to his sides. “Asshole,” he says.
“You loved it.”
“My dick hurts.” He flicks you on the temple. “I’m taking the shower first.”
“No fair.”
“You’re falling asleep.”
“How the fuck are you still awake after cumming four times.”
He rolls his eyes as he swings off the bed. “It’s because I’m not a delicate flower, Dave.”
You halfheartedly aim a punch at him and miss. “I’m not a delicate flower,” you mumble, already drifting off to sleep. “You’re just. Not human. A sex machine from the future come to torment my dick.”
“Whatever, assbutt.” He leans down and kisses your forehead. “Goodnight, sleeping beauty.”
“It’s four in the afternoon.”
“Just sleep already, jesus.” The bathroom door clicks shut.