#sub!luke

“Luke I’m cold.” You’re unbuttoning your jeans and then shrugging them down your legs. Luke looks mesmerized before again realizing that you are in an abandoned parking garage hunkering down for the night. 

“Then let me go steal you another blanket. Thalia and Annabeth are right over there.” 

“Then I guess you better be quiet.” 

Lukes face deadpans. He seems to be 5.0 seconds away from retorting with something much more intelligent than your own idea to warm up. But you’re climbing into his lap and undoing his jeans and he’s gone. 

Being on the run in December wasn’t the best idea. But you’ve made it this far and it’s not like you can go back now. The parking garage is a dry place to keep the wind from coming in. There’s giant pilers that are good for little privacy. Luke’s back is against it and most of his clothes are still on when you take out his dick. 

There are so many more ways to warm up on a cold night. But the truth is you want this. You want to ride Luke because he touches you although out the day and kisses you long and hard before bedtime. This is the one time when you're somewhat protected by concrete walls, allowing you to get your grubby hands on Luke.  

Luke’s dick is half hard in your hand, you play with his tip. all wet and slimy and watch how it hardens under your touch. Despite all the layers he’s wearing you watch him shiver, hips bucking up for more. 

“We can’t do this.” Luke pleads. 

“Then stop me. Just say the word.” 

His mouth says stop but his eyes say continue. You make yourself comfy on his lap. It’s clear Luke is nervous with the way the moonlight hits his face but they’re a glossy layer of lust too. He wants this as bad as you. 

Pulling your panties to the side you feel Luke’s hands settle heavy on your hips. You run his now full hard dick through your folds. Your wet enough. The stretch will burn but doesn’t that just sound so good right now? 

Tentative, shallow rocks of your hips for now. Just the tip as his cock slides in. Luke takes in a shaky breath as his hands come up under the layers of your clothes too. Sliding up your sides as he grabs at your warm skin to keep him grounded. 

Luke makes a pained whimper the more you take him. Your walls were so warm and snug around him. Wet and soft. You’re a dream and he never want to wake up. 

“Shhh…” you coo and push some hair out of his face. Seeing both his eyes instead of the little one eye Emo look he has going on. “There’s my pretty boy.” 

His eyes pinch hard together when all your weight is full situated on his thighs and you’re taking him all. He tries to hide in your jacket, rubbing his face all up in between your clothed breasts. But you don’t let him. Taking his jaw and making his head told up. 

“No— Luke let me just see you.” 

He has this beautiful face of defeat. Breathing out air though his lips that are glossy, It sends a little cloud around you both, a small promise when you kiss him. 

Luke moans into your mouth and you moan right back. Both soft and whispery because you would never hear the end of it if Thalia woke. 

You start a rhythm. One that takes Luke so off guard he moans loud, barely able to cover it by biting down on his lip. 

“Shut up.” You hissed softly. Just wanting to get a fill of his dick as it itches that particular spot inside you. Clenching around him feels like a ship hitting a wave head on with pleasure. So full that you couldn’t possibly take anymore. “Please— just let me have this.” 

Your hand comes up and two fingers get shoved into Luke’s mouth. He takes them nicely. Sucking and getting them all wet. It shuts him up for the time being when you start to push upwards and down again on his cock.

It feels like he’s in your throat. Trying to keep quiet was only half your problems when you could feel him in your stomach. And trying to keep a moderate pace so no squelching noises could be heard was worse. But the restrictions, the risk, the everything about the moment was what made it better. 

Your body definitely warmed easily though this workout. Blood circulating through veins. You could feel his dick twitch and your clit pulse with every movement.

Mostly heavy breathing echoed out in your ears. The occasional soft moan. At some point Luke was drooling around your fingers. You watch his Addams apple bob with every swallow and the hood of his jacket frame his face perfectly. 

You hide your nose in his warm neck while bouncing on his cock makes your breath hitch. Your thighs begin to pinch but there’s a more important pressing coil building up in your stomach than the ache your thighs. 

Luke’s hands fumble with your breasts, he’s pinching at your nipples through your bra. Mostly just holding the flesh in his hand. The session is nice enough. you finally remove your saliva coated fingers and fumble to bring them to your clit. 

Quickly rubbing there’s a hot fire rapidly trying to escape inside your body. It’s the exact warmth you wanted throughout this entire time. That coil is turning into an explosion as you cum rapidly around Luke’s dick.

Kissing him one last time, passionately to keep the moans at bay. It’s nice to feel the storm slow in your stomach. Like theres only one more crashing wave until the sea is calm with your orgasm. 

But Luke doesn’t feel the same. Not when he has to physically lift you off him before he accidentally cums inside. Your thighs shake as you lift just above his dick and watch as ropes and ropes of while cum paints your clothes as his balls tighten. Luke doesn’t even care to look when his head is thrown back and he finally look as at peace for once. 

“You ass.” You hiss through a whisper and you see Luke’s eyes roll before he even opens them all the way. 

“What.”

“You got it all on my jacket!” 

“That is not my problem.” He snorts. “Maybe you shouldn’t have been so insatiable.” 

“I appreciate your compliments but I don’t want to have a stain on my clothes.” 

You can hardly tug at Luke’s gray hoodie before he sees what you’re doing. 

“Hey— no. I don’t want a stain on my clothes either. Just wait.” 

Like doesn’t have to move far with you still in his lap. He catches the corner of his backpack and unzips it, pulling out some wipes that are always good to keep on the road. 

Luke’s touch is soft as he cleans you both up. Soft and silent. Other than the little pained overstimulated noises. 

“Are you warm now?” 

He asked as you start to shrug back up your jeans and put your underwear in place. 

“I will be. If you hold me all night.” 

“I was gonna do that anyway.” 

“Doing so good, making me feel so good.” You breathlessly praise, hips continuing their relentless cantering as Luke wildly thrusts up, his hands on your waist tight. You’re on the cusp of your desirous peak and from the increasingly desperate noises your boy is making— he’s even closer. “Open wide for me, pretty boy?”

Luke’s mouth is instantly open, tongue out causing your eyes to narrow in delight.

You part your own lips, letting saliva pool onto your tongue before you spat straight onto his outstretched tongue.

The globule lands flat on the surface of his tongue and the reaction is instantaneous.

Between your spit, your fluttering hole and your tight grip on his jaw, Luke simply can’t hold it back anymore.

A sudden and strangled breath is torn from his lungs as his hips stuttered and movements faltered. You bit your lip in pleasure as the feeling of his warm release filled you, your chest arching towards his as he trembled beneath you.

His release became an instant trigger for yours as you rode the euphoric waves of your own orgasm, letting Luke whimper and squirm beneath you at the overstimulation.

Your fingers trailed from his jaw to his cheeks then to his curls, holding him close as you finally let yourself slump entirely on him.

There were a few moments of silence as both of your heavy breathing filled the room before your boy broke the silence.

“Can you please do that again?” Luke rasped, heady eyes locking on yours.

“Which part?” You mused, traipsing a finger across his jawline. You watched with joy as his flushed cheeks darkened, lips parted and unable to utter the words. “The spit?”

“No…I mean y-yeah, yeah,” he stammered, completely drunk on his pleasure. As you let out a small laugh, Luke choked on a whine, burying his face in your chest. “Just liked it.”

“Oh, pretty boy,” you murmured, hands running through his tangled curls. “I know you did.”

You could feel your boy pressing open-mouth kisses across your chest as you dropped your head back, eyes closing.

“…so we can do it again?” Luke lifted his head, a soft yet cheeky smile on his reddened face. You open your eyes with a borderline sadistic smile, your hands gripping just under his jaw as you spoke.

Your fingers drifted over his back in support, angling slightly upwards towards his shoulder. He got like that when he was either embarrassed or frustrated—trying to hide his true feelings. Luke sighed before facing you, blue eyes in a haze.

“I said…I want you to peg me.”

Your eyes widened and settled in the same moment, causing you to pause before responding. Considering how much you thought about trying new things with Luke, you rarely said anything about it. He seemed to have a nervous sexual energy—unsure of himself despite the hundreds of times he had been under you.

“I could do that.”

You answered him, sitting up in his white sheets. The more you thought about it—it made more sense. Luke’s interest in bondage and denial, the way he wanted to stop as he got to the edge of his orgasm.

Even his interest in finishing while you were on top of him seemed to echo his submission. You loved the idea of him being naked and desperate, anxious for you to try something new.

You needed it.

Luke’s face perked up at the swell of your interest in the idea. He held your hand in anticipation, rubbing his fingers into yours.

“Do you want to try tomorrow?”

*

Luke waited for you on the edge of the bed.

Everything had been laid out hours before. Harness, toys, lube. He had a set of everything that you needed—including butt plugs.

Earlier that day, He admitted that he had been getting himself off with his fingers while he masturbated, usually running a finger around his hole for extra stimulation. Luke said he fingered himself a few times too, trying to grasp the concept on his own. You were aroused while he explained this to you—Luke blushing a few times in-between. He laid himself bare. Opened his world to you, simply because he wanted you to be a part of it.

A molten heat spread throughout your body as you fiddled with the harness for the first time. It had many adjustable elements. You tried to slide it on and it barely went past your knees, stopped by plastic hoops.

“Let me help you.”

Luke stood up after hearing two of your frustrated huffs, leaning over to help. His hands were shaking as he tried to lay the black straps flat on your skin—pulling down the fabric and readjusting it before guiding it up your hips.

You had never seen him this nervous.

He got back on the bed, leaning over with a swinging, hard erection between his legs. You loved watching him twitch, dripping pre-cum on the comforter as he waited for you. His tip grazing the bed was enough stimulation for him to clumsily move his length back and forth. He inhaled through his teeth when you put your hands on his backside—inspecting what was about to be yours.

Luke’s breath was uneven after you touched him. He was erratic, angling himself towards you while shaking. You walked around to the edge of the bed to observe how clammy he looked—his face sweaty and red.

“Come here.”

You sat down and held out your arms to him, trying to calm him down before doing anything else. Luke sheepishly moved to where you were on the bed, pushing his face into your chest. You kissed the top of his head, enveloped in his citrus scented shampoo. He angled his head up to meet your lips before pulling away.

“I want you.”

He sighed into your hand, moving it to his upper torso. Luke was driven wild by any touch from you—bucking his hips into the mattress. You were turned on by how badly he wanted you, inspired to assert your authority.

“Turn over.”

Luke did what he was told immediately, his shaft springing into place as he settled his head in the middle of a pillow. You sat to the side of him on your knees, trying to look menacing as you spoke.

“You want to be a good boy for me, right?”

Luke whimpered as he watched you pick a toy to attach on your harness.

“Yes.”

You smiled, fastening a pink, girthy dildo into place.

“Get on all fours.”

Luke’s shaft was noticeably leaking, dripping on his comforter as he did what you asked.

He turned around to face you, using his hands to bring himself close to your body. His eyes were full of nothing but love and adoration. His lips found the skin of your torso, kissing a trail from your chest to your harness, longingly spending more time in some spots than others. Luke whispered sweet phrases into your skin—distracting you from the task at hand.

“Lu—“

You almost stopped him before he lined up his mouth with the toy you were wearing. He let the dildo sink into his mouth before pulling off, blinking up at you with wide eyes. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, Luke sporting wet lips, looking even more fuckable.

“Turn around.”

You didn’t want to show how much his actions affected you. You wanted to feel him inside of you, on you, get his come anywhere that you could get it.

And yet, you were driven to fuck him first.

A primal desire for Luke stepped in as you grabbed the bottle of lube on the end of the bed. The substance was cool and surprisingly tacky, coating your hand as you rubbed the substance on the surface of the toy. Your gaze went to Luke. He quickly shifted his head forward when he realized you were watching him—keeping himself steady as he tried to be patient. You settled your hand on to Luke’s backside, nearly whispering your question.

“Can you show me what you do when you’re alone?”

Luke almost moaned when he took a breath. You could have prepped him alone, but it seemed more fun to watch him. He fiddled with the bottle of lube and grazed his finger gently around his hole—clenching as he tried to push one of his fingers inside. You saw him settle a finger inside himself after he leaned back on the bed, his other hand fixed around his shaft.

Something changed in that moment.

A level of desperation made itself known as Luke cried out—settling on one finger as he moved his hips forward. He jerked himself off as he worked, trying to maintain a momentum as you moved towards him. Luke’s eyes fell open slowly. Tears were in the corners of his eyes as you kissed him on the lips.

He tasted like lust and sweat.

You watched Luke fingers disappear into his hole until you couldn’t take any more, feeling your own arousal ache between your legs. You tan a hand through his hair to silently bring his attention to you.

“Stop.”

He pulled his hand away when you settled yourself over him, barely waiting before asking a question.

“Do you want to watch me fuck you?”

Saying it felt good, more than you thought.

Luke shifted in place as he eyed you and then the toy, licking his lips before answering.

“I wanna watch.”

He was flushed—his lower half a glistening mess. He had gotten precum and lube on himself and everything else. It was hot in a way, marking the territory of your play. You took Luke’s answer and ran with it, motioning for him to open his legs as you stroked your toy—lightly pulling on the harness.

“Open up for me, baby.”

Luke squirmed as he moved in anticipation, watching you line yourself up with his hole. He looked down with wide eyes when you pushed into him. He moaned your name as he pushed his head back. You encouraged him to get louder as you grazed your fingers over his red, engorged shaft.

“Please fuck me.”

He said it in a cry of pleasure, sliding himself down on your toy in a frenzy. You started to move in and out of him at a slow pace, gripping his hip with your left hand as your right stroked him. Luke was a bundle of swearing and heavy breathing, occasionally clenching around the toy as he held your forearms.

“Oh—shit—Fuck.”

You knew Luke usually interrupted himself when he was close to orgasm. He had his brows knit together in concentration, misted with sweat. The way his shaft tensed showed you that he was about to come—hard. You tried to focus on thrusting but he was needily rocking himself up and down on the toy, biting his lip so hard you wondered if he split it.

You felt your own arousal settle at the bottom of your stomach, watching Luke buck into your hand with three powerful strokes. He whimpered when you thrusted in time with his body, moving your hands to his torso to anchor the toy inside of him. Luke pushed his head back in a euphoric daze, letting out a deep moan when he pushed himself all the way down—holding on to the straps of your harness as he came.

“Jesus.”

He looked down at the white pool on his stomach as it ran, trying to keep it contained as you slowly pulled the toy out of him. You were in awe of Luke completely fucked out—his hair wild and his eyes glassy—looking at you with  near devotion.

"Luke? Bud, are you home?" you called out as you locked the apartment door. Petunia came barrelling out of his room towards you, all affectionate snuffles and keen for belly scratches.

“Hey, Piggy. Where’s Luke, hm?” At the mention of his name, Petunia took off in the direction of the bedrooms. Amused, you followed after the unit of a dog. As you passed the table, you put down your bag and jacket on one of the chairs.

As you neared Luke’s room, you couldn’t hear much. Normally there’d be music, singing or him watching some kind of movie. Since moving in with one another, you’d both made it abundantly clear that boundaries weren’t an issue. If doors were shut, they stayed shut, but for the most part, if a door was open, you let yourself in.

“Hey, how was the - “ You stopped in your tracks, mouth open and eyes wide in disbelief. Luke, in all his infinite wisdom, had made himself comfortable with his back to the door, headphones situated atop his curls and his laptop in front of him.

Stunned, you remained fixated on his laptop screen. A pair of sizeable tits bounced on screen. You couldn’t hear the audio, but you’d watched enough in your experience to fill in the silence.

You shook yourself out of it and reached out to put a hand on Luke’s shoulder. He jumped, you jumped and there was a frantic moment where his headphones were thrown onto the bed, the laptop was hastily shut and Luke was on his feet, face flushed red.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“No - no, it’s not like that! I wasn’t -” You held your hands up and shrugged, taking half a step backwards.

“Hey, whatever rocks your boat, dude. Just make sure the door is shut next time -”

“Y/N, I wasn’t getting off -”

“Nah, seriously, you don’t have to be embarrassed -” Luke stepped forward and put his hands on your shoulders, making you stop talking.

“I need you to listen... I’ve never - well, I’ve never...” He grew flustered and you took a moment to put your hands on his wrists. Your thumbs ran back and forth across his wrist bone. An attempt to soothe him.

“Take it easy, Lu. I’m listening,” you assured him, the teasing momentarily gone from your voice.

“I,” he began after a deep inhale, “I’ve never... Cum before.” The confession surprised you, naturally, it was the last thing you expected. It wasn’t - and hadn’t - been your place to ever ask Luke about the extent of his experience. You were roommates and friends first and foremost. It wasn’t your business.

However, the latter fact had now changed. Quite suddenly.

“Oh - Luke -” He removed his hands from your shoulders and pulled away from your touch, visibly embarrassed.

“I’m sorry - you didn’t need to know that... Forget I said anything,” he rambled and ran a hand through his honey curls.

“Luke -” You reached out and put a hand on his arm “- Let’s talk.” With a soft sigh, he conceded and cleared a spot on the bed for the two of you to sit comfortably, up near the head board.

“What is there to talk about?” You got comfortable on your side to look at him, though he looked ahead, as though he could bear to see your face after his confession. Carefully, you reached out and turned his head so he was looking at you. Blue eyes flitted around your face. Unable to maintain eye contact.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’m just surprised.”

“It’s not like I’ve never tried getting myself off before, but - but every time I get close, it’s like my brain just switches off and I never actually -”

“Orgasm?” He shook his head, lips pressed in a straight line.

“Well, clearly you watch porn... Does that not work?” There was nothing but genuine curiosity in your voice as you sat up slightly and tucked your hair over one shoulder.

“No... It’s weird to try and explain out loud. Like, it feels good for a little while but then the more I try to think about... It, the more difficult it seems to be,” Luke lamented and you rubbed your thumb along his stubbly jaw.

“That’s not unusual, Luke. Sometimes, you just need the right circumstances...” you suggested with a slight shrug and removed your hand from the side of his face to shuffle closer to him.

“It feels like that’s never going to happen,” he admitted with a disappointed look. There was a moment of consideration before you cleared your throat and put yourself in his lap.

“Let me help you.”

“What?” The way he looked up at you made your chest flutter. Cheekbones cut just high enough, curls resting against his forehead.

“I want to help you. Everyone deserves to feel good and providing it isn’t against the law, they should do whatever they want to experience that...”

“Okay,” he agreed with a nod, lashes fluttering. Beneath you like that, the only word you could think about to describe him.

“Do you want me to help you, Pretty Boy?” His hand shyly slid up your thighs to rest on your waist. You watched him swallow hard at the pet name but waited for his reply.

“I, uh - yeah. Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” With a sly grin, you leaned in, leaving your faces just inches apart.

“Promise to tell me if you get uncomfortable or want to stop?” Luke nodded eagerly, but you wanted a more solid confirmation.

“Use your words, Angel.”

“Yes. I promise.” With one hand cupping his face, you closed the gap and pressed arm, open-mouthed kisses to his jaw and down his neck. The growing heat between the two of you as suffocating. Luke’s slender fingers dug into your waist as you nipped at his earlobe.

“Relax and let me make you feel good...” When you trailed kisses lower, your hand moved from the side of his face to under his t-shirt, pushing the soft material up his chest. Kisses spread down his torso, your hand keeping his t-shirt bunched up and out of the way. You couldn’t stop the smirk on your lips as you heard his breathing get harder.

Right when you reached the waistband of his sweatpants, you snapped the elastic of his boxer-briefs, eliciting a gasp from Luke. He shifted his hips beneath you and when you rose back up to meet his gaze, you kissed him. Slow, intentional kisses with just enough tongue to keep you both hungry for more. Credit where it was due, at least Luke knew how to kiss.

“Show me what you do,” you instructed against his plush lips. You shuffled back enough to allow Luke to remove his sweats and underwear, leaving him exposed and already hard. With your bottom lip between your teeth, you watched as he stroked himself a few times, hands shaking slightly under the pressure of having you watch.

It made your insides flutter to watch the way his head tipped back against the headboard and whilst his right hand worked himself closer to release, his unoccupied left hand gripped the bed sheets beneath him. The anticipation had your skin buzzing as you reached forward and wrapped your fingers around his hard cock and moved with his hand. You’d neglected to take your rings off and the sensations must’ve come as a surprise because the whine it drew out of Luke.

“Oh, you like that, hm?” Luke nodded, eyes shut and breathing hard as his hands curled into the sheets until his knuckles were white.

“Am I making you feel good, Pretty Boy?” You kept up your movements and changed positions so you were tucked against his side, hot breath fanning against his neck and cheek.

“Yeah - yes!” he replied hastily, voice barely containing the euphoria.

“Tell me all about it, sweetheart,” you prompted whilst nipping and sucking at his earlobe, spurred on by the noises you drew out of him. His breathing stuttered and staggered as he neared release, a hand moving to rest on your thigh. Fingers dug into your denim-covered thigh as bliss took over. 

“Fuck - feels... Feels s’good.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah...” he whimpered and took his bottom lip between his teeth. There was a light sheen to his face and his cheeks were rosy, puffing with each ragged breath.

“You gonna cum for me, Angel? You’re making such pretty noises for me -”

“Fuck, m’gonna -” Soft vocals became loud and brazen as his grip on your thigh got even tighter, if that was at all possible. Hungry eyes watched as Luke came. Loud and hard. Your hands coaxed him through the high, though when he started fumbling blindly for you, eyes still screwed shut, you realised how overwhelmed he might be. His release had landed partially on the stomach of his shirt, some of it rolled down over your fingers.

“Such a good boy,” you praised and kissed his cheek, surprised to taste a tear on your lips. Shaky breaths left his mouth and trembling hands reached for you.

“Did that feel good?” Luke turned to you, teary-eyed, flushed and utterly blissed-out.

“You’ve been working all day love, time for a short break.” Luke went to protest but stopped short when your hands slid down his chest and your head on his shoulder. “I think you need to relax a little.” Slowly, you tugged the hem of his teeshirt, only pulling it above his belly button. “What do you say baby, can I help you relax?” His head turned towards you, your lips sliding together in a dulcet kiss. When you pulled away you could see a soft blush dusting his cheeks. He only nodded before you took his shirt off completely. 

You stretched forward, creating a new recording and smirking down at Luke. “For when you get lonely on tour.” He groaned softly as you pressed record. 

Luke let you push him to the blue couch, his thin fingers working on the tie of his gym shorts. You let him step out of his shorts and boxers before shoving him to the couch. His eyes watched eagerly as you stripped. They widened when you stepped into a harness and shimmied it up your legs. He watched as you slid part of the double-sided dildo into your sex, a short moan escaping your lips. “Fuck,” Luke gasped out as his cock twitched in interest. 

His legs spread as you climbed onto the couch and grabbed the bottle of lube you left on the coffee table. Luke wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping himself as you slid two fingers inside him. You fingered him open slowly, not speeding up when Luke began to softly plead for more. His cock was fully erect against his stomach, leaking precum when you angled your fingers against his prostate. “Please just fuck me.” Luke groaned when you removed your fingers. 

“No need to beg love, I’m going to fuck you.” You lubed up the dildo and slowly slid into him. High pitched moans left Luke until he adjusted to the toy. “You ready for the surprise?” 

“Surprise?” Luke’s eyes widened when they met the small remote in your hand. You clicked the button, moaning when the toy began to vibrate. Your hands grabbed at Luke’s hips and you slowly thrusted. His eyes screwed shut as you fucked him, biting his lip to keep his moans in. 

You let him get away with it for a little while, the microphone only picking up the sounds of your skin hitting his and your moans. The button of the remote clicked and the vibrator picked up the pace. Luke’s eyes snapped open as a loud moan escaped him. You spread his thighs, letting one of his legs fall off the blue couch. The slight change in angle made him whimper in pleasure. Luke sat up, pulling you so your lips met while you fucked him. You tugged on his curls, eliciting small moans and whines. His hips jerked to meet your thrusts until you forced him to still. “I want you ass up face down.” You pulled out of him, lightly smacking his thigh when he didn’t move. 

Luke’s ass was too perfect not to spank, you had to slap it once he was in the position you wanted. He let out a startled moan, letting out a few more when you spanked him repeatedly. You lined the dildo up with Luke’s hole and slowly pushed in. His hands gripped at the couch cushion while he moaned against the purple patterned pillows. You turned the vibe up again and quickly fucked him. The intensity of the toy made Luke whine out, “fuck, harder.” You complied, grabbing his hips so you could give Luke exactly what he wanted. The both of you moaned at the sensation of the double-sided vibrator but Luke was closer. 

“You wanna cum baby?” He nodded against the pillow and screwed his eyes shut when the toy brushed against his prostate. You changed angles, experimentally thrusting, smirking in satisfaction when Luke shuddered at the pleasure. “Go ahead then baby, make a mess all over your pretty blue couch.” You clicked the remote up two more times, taking a moment to moan and adjust to the speed of the toy before fucking into Luke again. Every quick thrust you made sure to hit his prostate. Luke wasn’t holding his moans back anymore, small pleas to make him cum falling out between his whines and gasps. You grabbed at his cock, jerking him off until Luke was cumming against the couch. He took in a shuddering breath, whining in oversensitivity when you kept fucking him. “I haven’t cum yet love, and we’re not stopping until I do.” 

Luke let out a moan, legs quivering when you turned the vibe up more. “Or maybe I’ll make you cum again after I get my orgasm.” You draped yourself over his broad back to whisper in his ear. “Think you can handle that baby? Can you handle another orgasm?” Luke only moaned in response, getting louder when you pinched one of his nipples between your fingers. “Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum.” You sped up your pace, pounding into him until you reached your high. 

When you came down from the euphoria you turned the vibe down to a low buzz. You grabbed a cushion from the couch and put it under Luke’s hips. “Go ahead and grind on that while I fuck you.” Luke adjusted himself before rutting his hips forward. He buried his head in his pillow and moaned at the pleasure. You went slower, enjoying the tortured moans Luke let out when you refused to speed up. He grinded down on the pillow and back on the fake cock as quickly as he could. You couldn’t help but laugh when he whined when you held his hips still. “We’re going my pace baby boy.” Just to tease him you quickly thrusted in and out of him a few times before returning to a slow pace. His hips still rutted forward every so often to get friction against the couch cushion. The soft vibrations and slow pace were driving him crazy with need. You squeezed his hips as he let out another broken plea to speed up. Instead you let the vibrator increase in speed and kept at your slow pace. Luke shuddered and moaned, voice cracking. His hips thrust into the couch cushion desperately until he came all over the fabric.