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The very first thought that Kevin had when Andrew first showed it to him was that, he sort of assumed that Andrew would go for a flesh-colored one. He had thought that the reason behind this had something to do with realism, but maybe he miscalculated.
Right now, Andrew's only objective seems to be making Kevin see heaven, and by god is he succeeding.
Andrew brought up the strap a week ago, and after two days of rumination and six of economy shipping, here they found themselves.
The light blue dildo wasn't exactly what Kevin expected, but he can't find it in himself to object to Andrew's selection.
"Andrew," Kevin says on a pant, all thoughts of other words gone from his head, and Andrew grunts in response, the mind-melting rhythm of his hips only faltering for a moment when Kevin lets loose a high keen at a particularly precise thrust. He had always thought that the concept of rearranging one's guts was hyperbole, but there isn't a better phrase for the way Andrew is pounding into him, his dick longer than his fingers and more rigid, fucking Kevin hard and deep enough that sparks of pleasure are skittering all the way up to his throat.
"Andrew," Kevin moans again, voice breaking between syllables. There's nothing else for it, especially when Andrew finds the angle to hit that spot on every cant of his hips that makes Kevin whine, the high breathy noises spilling out of him doing nothing to cover over the slick noises between them. When Andrew bottoms out and grinds down, Kevin's legs snap up almost involuntarily to wrap around Andrew's hips, the soft black leather at odds with sweat damp skin.
Kevin can't believe they never though to try this before now, but then again, the Kevin of the past might not have had the constitution to not simply pass away in a lust-fueled haze at the mere prospect of this.
There's a closeness to this by necessity that they don't ever quite achieve when they just use hands, and It's making Kevin's insides melt like candle wax in a way that he knows Andrew would flick him for voicing. Instead, he leans down, a request, and Andrew grants it, grinding his hips into Kevin's roughly and surging up to meet Kevin in a long filthy drag of lips and spit and tongue. Kevin can't pull him in because they realized rather quickly that if his hands weren't braced against the headboard, Andrew would fuck him right into a concussion, but even so, when Kevin lets out a whimper at their parting Andrew swoops back down to meet him again.
When they separate again, Andrew begins to move in a shallow roll, and Kevin almost loses himself enough to miss the words that starts to fall out of his mouth.
"Do you know how you look like this?" Andrew whispers, an edge to his voice that would almost be worrying if it was any other person, any other context. Instead, Kevin knows that it just makes the smooth drag between them a wetter glide. "Fucked out and still begging for it? Do you know that the only thing you've said for the last five minutes is my name?"
Kevin says it again, a long drawn out moan that had Andrew biting his collarbone in response.
"Do you know how debauched you look here, writhing on my cock?" Andrew murmurs into his skin, thrusting long and hard, and the pleasure in Kevin snaps and releases like a dam, every muscle in his body locking up. He cries out as he comes, a loud sound that he wasn't expecting, but Andrew keeps mouthing at his chest and neck even as he fucks him through it well into oversensitivity, Kevin's weak cries petering out as Andrew slows.
"God," Kevin says, throat scratchy, staring blankly at the ceiling, and he can feel Andrew's shoulder's shake from where he collapsed to Kevin's chest, laughing at him.
After a moment in which Kevin becomes reacclimated to the concept of breathing, Andrew pulls out, Kevin hissing softly, and rolls off of him, shoving a hand between his legs.
"Wait," Kevin says, turning on his side to face him, reaching down to grab Andrew's wrist. "I'll do it."
Andrew raises an eyebrow in spite of his pink-tinged cheeks. "Think you can handle the limb coordination?" He says, nodding down at Kevin's still quivering legs.
"My mouth works fine," Kevin huffs, thrilling in the way that Andrew's eyes widen just a fraction. Even so, Kevin waits for his slow nod before shakily scooting himself down the bed to rest between Andrew's parted legs, and then Kevin is face to face with Andrew's dick.
Kevin glances up to meet Andrew's eye and finds that his entire focus is narrowed down to watching Kevin, propped up on his elbows to watch and hands clenched in the sheets.
Kevin holds his gaze even as he leans forward to lick a thick stripe up his cock, root to tip.
Andrew's chest heaves, breathing heavy, and Kevin does it again, slower, the mix of silicone and his own slick not his favorite taste in the world, but worth it for the way that Andrew's thighs twitch against his shoulders, the way his breath catches, the way he reacts like he can actually feel Kevin's mouth on him.
Kevin pulls the head of the toy into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks in a hard suck that has all of Andrew's air escaping him at once in a sigh.
Kevin drags his hands up the backs of his thighs, bringing his left hand over the lips of his cunt, parting them softly to gather up the moisture steadily leaking out of him before redirecting to the hard nub of his clit, eliciting a gasp.
He sinks further down onto the strap, faster than he probably should, and gags. Andrew pulls him off roughly with hands in his hair.
"Don't choke yourself," Andrew says as Kevin coughs, unnecessary at this point.
"It's been a while," Kevin says in excuse when he can breathe again.
Andrew levels him with an unimpressed look and lets go of the hard grip he had on his hair and leans back again. Kevin takes it for the invitation it is to keep going. He pulls the dick back into his mouth, more careful this time, and begins to rub slow circles into Andrew's clit in time with the way he's bobbing his head up and down.
Eventually, Andrew starts to shallowly cant his hips to meet Kevin's ministrations, breath coming out noisily in the quiet of the room. He's getting close, Kevin can tell by the way the wetness of his cunt seems to never diminish, Kevin's fingers surely pruning in their efforts against his clit.
Kevin works the entire length of the toy down his throat, and when he meets Andrew's eyes and makes a show of swallowing around his cock, Andrew comes, letting out a soft moan, the muscles in his thighs clenching and spasming, head thrown back putting the long line of his neck on display. Kevin keeps his fingers moving even as he pulls off his dick, even as Andrew starts full-body twitching and curling in on himself, hands finding their way back into Kevin's hair and legs locking around his shoulders.
"God," Andrew says after an eternity, and even the mocking tone can't conceal the awe in his voice, and Kevin smiles smugly into the soft skin of Andrew's stomach where he's resting his head.
"That good?" He asks. Andrew yanks his hair in retaliation, and Kevin gasps.
Kevin brings a hand up to encircle his cock and strokes it lightly. "I'm not sure I'm sold on it," Kevin says, and Andrew tenses for a moment before forcefully relaxing. "We need to try it again to be sure," he adds, and he can feel Andrew's heartbeat trip over itself in an attempt to speed up where his ear is pressed against his stomach.
"Fine," Andrew says, resigned air at odds with the way his blush is coming back. He lets go of Kevin and scoots back, stretching out against the pillows. "But you're doing the work this time."