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“You’re doing so well for me, cyare~” Fox crooned into Thorn’s ear, threading his fingers into the long blond curls and pulling his head gently to the side, exposing the long line of his neck. Fox pressed a soft kiss just behind the shell, and then further down onto his shoulder. Thorn sighed, his eyes still tightly shut, as instructed.
Fox had promised him a surprise this evening, and after having him strip completely he had been lovingly and methodically drizzled with oil, Fox’s long gloved fingers kneading muscle and soothing over scar stretched skin. Then, his hands were pulled back and tied behind his back, out of the way. Fox was still in full kit, the plastoid chilly against his oil slicked back.
He had been walked across the room, Thorn couldn’t determine how far any longer, with Fox flush against him. Guiding his steps. He felt the hard edge of something at his thighs, a table perhaps. He refused to open his eyes, he hadn’t been told to after all.
Fox released his hair, his hand sliding down Thorn’s chest until it stopped just at his pubic bone, pressing down on the soft skin and threading through thick wiry curls. The sensual massage had encouraged blood flow to settle and fill out his cock, the heft of it not allowing it to fully stand at attention.
Fox took him in hand, the rough leather pulled at the sensitive foreskin away from the shiny flushed glans. Thorn hissed at the sensation.
Fox cooed at him, his chin resting over Thorn’s shoulder, one hand grasping his cock and the other reaching for the bottle of lubricant, upturning it over a shiny metal rod stuck into the wall. The clear gel dribbled over each hump of the rod's design, and slowly oozed over the sides to puddle in a line along the counter.
”You’re such a good boy. And good boys deserve rewards, don’t you think? Hmm?” Fox nuzzled under Thorns ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and licking along the soft skin. Thorn shuttered in his grasp, his back bowing to lean more heavily against Fox.
Fox set down the bottle and slid the rod between thumb and forefinger, wetting every inch of the smooth metal before bringing his hand back to slide the excess across the head of Thorn’s erection. The gel mingled with the opaque bead of precome that had started to drool from the slit. Thorn’s hips jerked forward into he touch and Fox tsk’d at him.
”Now, now. Don’t start misbehaving or else I’ll stop your reward and you’ll have to wait to cum. And you don’t want that, now do you?”
Thorn made a needy whine deep in his throat and Fox gripped his balls in a tight hold, making another chastising tsk noise.
”No, Sir. Please, may I have my reward?” Thorn pleaded, bowing his head forward, his hair draped over his shoulder in a curtain. Fox gave the balls in his hand a final squeeze, pulling another huff from Thorn before rolling them gently in apology.
”Okay, cyar’ika. You may open your eyes whenever you like.” Fox pressed his hips forward, the hard plastoid of his codpiece dug into the soft flesh of Thorn’s ass, subtly pushing him forward until his weeping slit kissed the rounded end of the metal rod. With nowhere to go but forward, he was pressed more and more against it, the rod spreading the slit to accommodate its girth and slipping inside with little resistance.
“Ahh~ Fox-“ Fox’s hand tightened around his shaft, thumb and forefinger pressing harshly against the vein along the underside and along the first bump of the rod about an inch or so from the outside.
”What did I say about being naughty?” Fox growled. Thorn bit back a cry, the dual sensations of being breached in such a sensitive place and then being locked behind tight fingers almost too much for him to handle. He squeezed his eyes closed and clenched his jaw.
“S-sorry, Sir.” His hold loosened and Fox dropped a kiss to his shoulder, bumping his hips forward to encourage Thorn to thrust on his own. He let out a sigh, slowly fucking himself on the sounding rod, thrusting only a couple inches at a time before pulling back with a groan. Fox’s hips were firm, preventing him from pulling too far back to remove the sounding rod completely. Each forward thrust slipped another bump inside, stretching the hole before swallowing it back down again only to repeat with the next bubble.
Fox held Thorn in a loose fist, allowing his cock to jerk with each thrust of his hips, his other hand cupping and rolling his balls gently, tugging on them with each backward pull. Thorn’s chest was heaving with the effort, the rod sliding deeper with each forward thrust. His eyes fluttered behind his lids, mouth open and drooling.
The rod was reaching places inside of him no one had ever touched, the slip slide in and out of his urethra was indescribable, scratching an itch he didn’t know he had. And having Fox pressed so close, a solid weight surrounding him, Thorn felt his eyes rolling in euphoria.
On a shorter forward thrust, the end of the rod bumped against something deep inside that had stars exploding behind his eyelids and he choked on his tongue.
On the retreat he felt his balls drawing up, leaving the warm cup of Fox’s hand only to drop back upon sliding back forward again. He felt pressure building behind his belly button, the rod pressing on his tender insides. Drool continued to dribble from his slack mouth, soft grunts puffing past his lips.
Suddenly, it felt like something snaps and he feels a more intense pressure, and Fox makes a surprised noise right next to his ear and a warm feeling settles in his stomach.
“So good for me, Thor’ika. You came all by yourself.” Fox praised, pulling his hand away to settle on his heaving stomach. His eyes flutter open to stare at himself, sounding rod sliding back and forth inside his shaft, thick spurts of come being pulled from and dribbling out between the valleys and dips of the bubbled rod to pool below on the countertop.
Fox pulled back, allowing Thorn to extract the rod and his cock gave one last twitch, a viscous glob of come oozing out around the end of the rod and slowly dripped onto the counter. Thorn felt his legs wobble unsteadily, Fox once again a solid presence behind him. He had removed his gloves finally, the rough calluses on Fox’s fingertips shot sparks along his sensitive skin as he held his softening cock in one hand, the other splayed low across his belly.
“Now, let me take care of you.”