Anything that involves sex toys? So for example we bought some vibes/dildos to try them out on him, but he don't really like it cause it's not us? This lowk cringe but ykwim? Smth like "I want you inside me not this thing" kind of thing? Lmao
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your hand rests on his hip, pulling him closer to your front and trying to keep him from moving too much but it isn’t working so well. he moans loudly into the air, saved from shame by the mere fact that he couldn’t see you. he couldn’t see anything matter of fact, the silk blindfold over his pretty eyes made sure of that.
even so they squeeze shut underneath the fabric with every push and pull of the thick, ridged dildo you had squeezed into his puffy ass. he’s trembling in your hold. your eyes scan the full-length mirror propped up across from you naked, kneeling bodies. you have perfect view of each and every tense of his well-earned muscles, the messy rise and falls of his firm tits. his front is lathered with previous releases, sweat, saliva, and possibly lube too, that serve his glow. a tender kiss on his neck allows you to whisper in his ear, “you look like a dream,”
he gives a full body sigh, broken into two with a pitiful moan. his hands bound in front of your stomach, behind his back, clench and unclench in frustration. earlier, you’d had your cock slotted into his palms for your pleasure but he’d since been warned against touching you without permission. “f-fuck, baby! i-i can’t do it, i can’t,”
you tut at his fidgeting but can’t deny your lover is difficult to resist. even so, you know he can take one more and you say just that, much to his disappointment. “you’re almost there my love, i can see it, can feel it,” it’s as clear as the full moon which hangs in the sky.
he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck, breaths shuddering as his body prepares for it’s next peak. his legs spread wider out of his control. his hips too relent to your consistent movements, riding the dragon cock like it was your own. the lack of warmth reminds him it’s not the real thing though.
“no,” a petulant shake of his head, “i want you! nghh, need you,”
“i’m here honey, you have me.” he can hear the grin in your voice and a sob falls from his puffy lips, hands squeezing where they rest on your thighs. “i’ll give you more soon, just let go for me. sweet thing,”
you’re hot and pulsing at the small of his back, and his heart jumps at the thought of feeling your warmth inside, so close yet so far. like you can hear his thoughts, you pick up the pace with long, even strokes against his sweet spot. his moans become endless, tears finally dampening his blindfold. you’re cruel. your other hand comes up to thumb at his nipple. so fucking cruel. with your honeyed words and irresistible touch. he curses your teasing nature, always pushing him to the edge without remorse.
one more, he resolves himself, one more and he’ll be bred to his heart’s content. stuffed with you and not some silicone toy. pushy as you were, he knew he’d be rewarded handsomely. he barely feels your hand as it travel upwards to squeeze his neck and bring your lips together. good boy. as your tongue selfishly pushes into his mouth and the sparks alight throughout his body, he can’t help but realise the reason he doesn’t care for much sex toys is because he plays the role exceedingly better.
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