12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
T he shoot went great.
That was an understatement. The camera loved Ollie, and Fin was obsessed with this shoot—well, with every shoot involving him.
Except now they’d reached Fin’s place, and the nerves increased, mostly because they’d never hooked up with anyone in their apartment before.
And the sight of Ollie approaching behind them, his large strides, those broad shoulders, knowing his cock was locked away for them, yeah, that was sexy as fuck.
The shadows sharpened his features, night already fallen.
And of course right as they were leaving, Pixie and Eva had shown up, asking why they weren’t attending Play Night.
Because the person they were dying to get their hands on was Oliver Hale.
They didn’t bother waiting, just strode up the steps, which let out angry creaks and groans.
Fin unlocked their door and flung it open, walked inside, and popped on the lights to illuminate the place.
Their veins simmered, the heat they’d contained during the session threatening to spill over.
Seeing Ollie bound and gagged—fuck, they didn’t need to add that to the spank bank because they had the photos whenever they wanted to look.
And they’d probably peruse them often.
The door clicked shut behind Ollie, and he strode into their apartment. Part of them was relieved he’d been here before, that they’d broken open the seal. Still, the bedroom was new territory.
“In here.” Their skin prickled when they entered their bedroom, their inner sanctum for so long.
They weren’t sure why they kept people away from their house, their bedroom.
Maybe it was some goblin tendency to protect their space.
Growing up with their dad, Fin had their fair share of spots they’d run to when they needed somewhere safe.
None of them had involved other people.
“Are you allergic to the hamper or something?” Ollie asked.
Fin snorted, his sharp sense of humor setting them at ease.
Piles of day-old jeans and shirts took residence next to their bed in case they could wear them again.
“Keep mouthing off, and you can pick all that up with your teeth.” They glanced back, and Ollie’s nostrils were flared, those eyes lust-blown.
Well, someone liked the idea. God, he was too fun. “How needy are you feeling?”
“Very,” he said, his voice coming out low and husky.
“Strip down and get on my bed,” Fin said. “I’ve got to get set up. ”
They strode over to their trunk at the foot of the bed, which had become harder to close at this point due to how much was piled inside.
A bottle of lube came out, then the bed restraints.
They tugged out two different cocks, a regular-sized one with a bit more of a flesh texture and balls and a larger one with the attachment so they could shoot cum.
They filled the tube with the cum lube while rustling sounded by the bed.
“What are you preparing?” Ollie asked, his curiosity palpable in the air.
“You’ll find out in a second, sweetness.”
They snagged their bed restraints, bullet vibe, and harness last. Fin stood and surveyed their sub, who sprawled out in the middle of their bed, as commanded.
Fuck. He was completely naked. They’d only gotten a glimpse of him when they were putting the cage on him. The glimpse hadn’t done him justice.
Ollie was big and broad, his muscles honed and tight.
All that tan skin was lickable, smooth, and delicious.
His waist tapered to trim hips, cum gutters prominent, and with his thick legs spread out, a dusting of hair down them, his hole was on clear display.
His cock looked so damn good in the black cage, his balls hanging down from it.
“How much is your erection fighting to break free right now?” Fin teased.
Ollie chewed on his lower lip. “Mmmph.”
“Someone needs his slutty little hole filled, doesn’t he?”
“Please,” he said, breathless. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his caged cock.
Fin tossed off their shirt, then shucked down their pants and underwear.
“Have your limits changed at all from what we’d discussed?
” They slipped the straps of the harness on and tugged them up their legs.
In a few deft movements, they slipped the vibe into the front pocket, and they fed the cock through the O-ring.
Whenever it settled in place, a little burst of euphoria shot through their veins.
“Not today, no.”
“And we’re still using the stoplight system,” Fin confirmed, prowling toward him.
Their cock bobbed with the movements, and they popped on the vibe in the harness.
The familiar hum filled the air, the vibrations traveling straight to their clit.
Fuck, that felt good. “Since we haven’t done anything fully stripped down, I’m going to clarify a few things.
Penetrative is off-limits with me—not even a finger in either hole.
My clit’s fine, though, so on occasion, I’ll let you suck me off there. ”
However, tonight, with Ollie’s pretty hole on clear display, they had one thing in mind.
“Keep those pretty legs spread,” they drawled. “I’m going to devour that hole, sweetness.”
“Oh god.” Ollie tipped his head back, drawing his trembling legs wider.
“Your blood sugar levels okay?” Fin asked.
“Yeah, I’m great,” he said, even though his legs still slightly shook. As they sank between his thighs, the reason clarified.
Fin had missed the details before, but Ollie had raised thin white scars covering the inside of his thighs. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out what they were. They held his legs steady, their grip causing the trembling to die down. “Are the scars a trigger?”
He opened his mouth and closed it, the tension in the room growing thicker. “They aren’t.” He paused, his legs twitching as if to hide himself. “How did you know?”
“To ask? I’m trans, Ollie. If anyone gets that bodies are minefields, it’s me.
” Their heart twisted hard. They’d suspected depths to Oliver Hale, but they never would’ve expected scars like these.
Their heart lurched in response, a camaraderie unfolding.
They might’ve never cut, but they’d definitely hit points where they’d wanted to die.
He made to close his thighs again, and they tightened their grip.
“You’re sexy as fuck,” Fin said. His gaze softened, the vulnerability so intense in those deep brown eyes that their throat squeezed tight.
Fuck. They didn’t get this deep with play partners, didn’t sink beneath the surface, but with the openness in their hands right now, they also couldn’t pull away.
“If anything is too much, use your safe words.”
With that, they lowered between his thighs. However, instead of aiming for his hole, they ran the tip of their tongue along his scars. Memorizing them. Acknowledging them. They were a part of his tapestry, his strength, his pain, and they saw every ounce of him.
Ollie’s legs trembled, but when they glanced up, his eyes were glazed with the sheen of tears.
“Okay?” they checked in.
“Keep going,” he said, his voice thick.
They nodded and got back to licking and tasting his thighs.
Fuck. Their heart thrummed at a hummingbird’s pace as they continued to memorize each and every bit of him.
There were many, many raised marks, dozens of silent screams, and Fin lapped at them all, the skin warm and delicious.
The protective urge surged strongly inside them, to the point it grew feral.
Fuck, they wanted to keep him curled up in their arms, to shield them from how shitty the world could be. Even though he’d seen that on his own.
His legs trembled a little again as they continued to nip and suck at his scars, tasting and teasing.
When they pulled back, tears glimmered in his eyes and the tracks down his cheeks were visible.
Their chest spasmed. Ollie was similar enough to them to know better than to ask if he was okay.
The emotional call-out would make him retract, and they wanted him bared completely.
“I’m not done with you yet,” they said. “Not with this delicious hole here to taste.”
“Fuck,” he gasped.
They settled onto their stomach, gripped his ass cheeks on either side, and lowered their mouth to the furled skin.
He tasted a little musky and sweet, and a string of curses flew from his lips as they lapped at him.
His ass was muscular and sexy as sin in their palms, and the way they held him placed his hole in offering.
Seeing his cock in the cage sent a shock of adrenaline through them.
Tonight, Ollie was all theirs.
The possessive urge had never struck them this fiercely, but in this moment, they wanted to breed him, to claim him, to fuck him until he grew mindless.
They lapped and nipped and sucked at his hole, spit dripping from him onto their comforter.
Ollie writhed in their hands, his moans the most gorgeous melody.
The way this big guy melted was so damn hot, and they were obsessed with his taste, his sounds, his every move.
Fuck, they could eat him out for days. He was so responsive, his thighs flexing, his fingers curling into the comforter.
His thighs bracketed their face, his body furnace hot, and he tasted fucking addictive, a mixture of sweet and musk they could devour forever.
“Oh god,” Ollie moaned.
Fin lifted their head. “The cage feeling tight, babe? Your hole craving more?”
Before he could respond, they dipped down again and thrust their tongue inside him as deep as they could, just fucking it in and out of his hole.
Ollie writhed in their grasp, but they gripped him tighter.
Their cock dug into the mattress, the base pressing the bullet vibe even harder against their clit.
It wasn’t enough to come, but the light pressure felt damn good.
Goddamn, they could eat him out all day.