#fingerblast

Imagine Rory fingerblasting you in the apartment elevator.

“Hurry up, or you don’t any of this,” you called from the lift. That got his attention. 

“Hey, hold the door!” If he’d stalled a second, his foot would have gotten caught. 

“You’re so eager, you should just do me right here,” you teased. Rory smiled and you two waited in blissful silence, because the usual music was missing. 

“Speakers must be busted. I bet the security camera’s out of order or whatever, too.” 

“You could just hit the emergency stop button and I could give you a fingerblast quickie.” 

“We’re almost there.”

Another silence. Then... 

“I’ll do it,” Rory insisted, “if you want me to do it.” 

You were about to decline once more, when he popped a finger into his mouth. Without taking your eyes off the digit, you punched the stop button. His face lit up as you grabbed his other hand. 

Index and middle finger getting sucked down to his ring, Rory thought about just whipping it out then and there, then decided to keep his promise. When you came, you two could head back to the apartment and see how many fingers fit inside you. Right now he just had to make you cum. Before anyone else needed to get to their floor.

missing letters: i e a [above] sticker graffiti street art found 2017 in Philadelphia that depicts two small white hearts and these decipherable alphanumerics: fngblst | me love you long time