Chapter 14 #2
My mouth went dry at the sight of him offering himself to me. I nodded again, then found my voice. “Just like that. So fucking beautiful, pet.”
Mioko moved to stand beside me, her eyes locked on Luke’s displayed body. “He really is.”
“Help me,” I said, grabbing the lube and the plug. “Help me open him up, prepare him for this.”
We approached the bed together, Mioko’s towel joining Luke’s on the floor.
She knelt beside him, leaning in and giving him a slow, searching kiss as I knelt on the mattress behind Luke, running a hand down the smooth plane of his back, feeling the slight tremor in his muscles.
He was nervous, maybe even scared, but his cock was already swelling between his legs, a testament to how much he wanted this.
I uncapped the lube, poured some on my fingers, and handed the bottle to Mioko. “Keep him hard. He’s never had this before, and pleasure distracts from the pain.”
Luke made a small sound at my words, something between a whimper and a moan. I bent forward, pressing a kiss to the small of his back. “You good?” I asked, then leaned down and bit his juicy ass, unable to resist.
“Eli. Please.” He arched his back more, spreading his legs like a fucking offering.
I circled his rim with a slick finger, feeling the tight muscle quiver beneath my touch, my cock hard against the fly of my jeans as I imagined what it would feel like to be inside him.
“Relax for me,” I murmured, applying gentle pressure. “That’s it. Let me in, pet.”
His body yielded, my finger slipping inside to the first knuckle. Luke gasped, his head dropping between his shoulders. “Fuck,” he hissed. “That’s intense.”
“Good intense or bad intense?” I asked, stilling my hand.
“Good,” he managed. “Just... different. Keep going.”
I worked my finger deeper, feeling the tight heat of him gripping me. Mioko watched, her fingers slick with lube, stroking his hardening cock as I continued to open him up.
“Jesus, Mioko,” Luke groaned, his hips jerking between her touch and my probing finger. “That’s not—I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”
She smiled, slowing her strokes but not stopping. “Can you come without Eli’s permission?”
“No,” he whimpered. We hadn’t agreed to that or worked out any terms, but Luke always knew what I wanted, even now.
I added a second finger, feeling him stretch around me, his body accepting the intrusion more easily now. “Look at you,” I said, a note of wonder in my voice. “Taking my fingers so well. So hungry for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Luke admitted, pushing back against my hand, taking my fingers deeper. “I’ve thought about this—about you doing this to me—for so long, Eli. Please, I need more.”
His shameless begging sent a jolt of heat to my cock. I scissored my fingers inside him, stretching him, preparing him for the plug that would keep him open and ready for me later. Mioko continued to stroke him, her teasing touch bringing him to the edge and backing off.
When I felt he was ready, I withdrew my fingers and picked up the plug. It wasn’t huge, but the sight of it poised at his entrance still made my breath catch. I coated it liberally with lube, then pressed the tapered tip against his hole.
“Deep breath,” I instructed, watching him inhale shakily. “And out slowly.”
As he exhaled, I pushed the plug forward, the widest part stretching him further than my fingers had. Luke cried out, his back arching sharply, his knuckles white where he gripped the sheets.
“How are you?” I asked immediately, pausing the plug’s progress.
“Just—give me a second. It’s a lot.”
I stayed perfectly still, one hand on the base of the plug, the other stroking down his spine. “Take your time. No rush.” I met Mioko’s eyes over Luke’s back, and she nodded, her hand moving to massage Luke’s balls, providing pleasure to counter the stretch.
“Okay,” Luke said after a moment, his breathing steadier. “I’m good. Keep going.”
I resumed the gentle pressure, watching in fascination as his body swallowed the plug, until the widest part slipped past the tight ring of muscle and the base settled flush against his skin. Luke let out a shuddering breath, his body trembling.
I was rock hard at the thought of stuffing my cock in that tight little hole. But I had to restrain myself to give him time to open up more. And maybe to fuck with him the tiniest bit.
“There you go,” I murmured, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder. “You took it so well, pet. So perfect for me.”
Luke made a sound that was half laugh, half moan. “It feels... fuck, it feels so full. Every time I move, it—” He shifted slightly, and whatever the plug pressed against inside him made him groan, his cock jerking visibly, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.
I tapped the plug’s base, making Luke gasp as it shifted inside him. His cock was hanging heavy between his legs, flushed and dripping.
“Please,” he whimpered, glancing at me over his shoulder, his eyes dark with need. “Eli, please—I need—”
I stood up from the bed, adjusting my painful erection in my jeans. “Let’s eat!” I announced brightly, as if I hadn’t just spent fifteen minutes fingering my best friend’s ass and plugging him up. “Breakfast is getting cold.”
Luke stared at me in disbelief, his face a picture of frustrated arousal. “You’re joking,” he said flatly. “Right?”
Mioko burst out laughing, clapping a hand over her mouth when Luke glared at her. “Sorry,” she giggled. “But your face!”
“Pancakes wait for no man,” I said solemnly. “Even a man with a plug in his ass and a hard-on that could drill through concrete. I want to give you time to adjust to being stretched and full, pet. Before you have to take me.”
Luke let out a pitiful whine, collapsing face-first onto the bed. “I hate you both,” he mumbled into the pillow.
“No, you don’t,” I said. “If you’re a good boy and eat your breakfast, I promise we’ll make you come so hard you black out.”
He turned his head to peek up at me with one eye. “Promise?”
“Cross my heart,” I said. “Now come eat. You’ll need your strength.”
Luke groaned again but pushed himself up carefully, wincing as the movement shifted the plug inside him. “This is torture,” he complained, but he followed us to the kitchen counter, completely nude, walking with an endearingly awkward gait that reminded me he was all filled up.