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.