Page 19 of Taurus

Hooking my legs up against his thighs, I put him into a deeper body pin. “You love being used, don’t ya?”

“Use it or lose it,” he said, sucking in a deep breath and laughing. “That all you got? This is a regular yoga pose.”

Extending my tongue out, I leaned in, pressing on him until my tongue touched his nose. “Mhmm.”

He tried pushing his tongue out to touch mine. “Let me.”

“No. You’re stuck like this now. You’re an object. You don’t move, talk, and definitely don’t even think about getting hard.”

He giggled. “Too late. I was hard before you pinned me down.”

Moving a hand, I felt down Sam’s torso, reaching his cock inside the spacious basketball shorts to find his hard cock.

“But it’s not for you,” he said. “It’s for Mr. Bear, and only him.”

“Mhm, well, since that’s me.”

“I want to make a video. I want to dress up. I want to fuck that bear with the fleshlight.”

There was a reason my socials were popular. Everyone in the gay sphere had seen that video of me fucking that fleshlight teddy bear. I believed Sam when he said the erection wasn’t for me, because sometimes I got myself hard thinking about those videos.

“I told you already, I don’t do collabs.”

“It’s not a collab,” he said. “I just want to see what all the fun is about. You fuck me, I fuck the toy. And then I can watch it back, or—or you can post it, and we’ll see what people think about me.”

I shook my head. “You talk too much, you’re a brat, and—”

“I usually get what I want.”

And I was inclined to give it to him, but I didn’t want to get carried away with myself. I’d already opened my apartment up to him, I didn’t want to get too invested and then have him turn around and tell me it was fun but now he’s looking for something else.

“If that’s the case, then I want to make a couple agreements.” I stared into his eyes, watching as his pupils grew with excitement.

“Go on.”

“We go on a date.”

“I thought you wouldn’t ask.”

“Not a question, we’re going on a date, and then we’re going to your place for that drink you promised me,” I said.

“All things I were going to suggest,” he continued.

“And you were a ball gag in the bear head,” he said.

He attempted to shrug under my weight. “I also wanna wear those paw things, and I want you to cum inside me again. No money shot for your audience.”

I pulled myself off him. “One more thing.”

Sam pushed himself up on his elbows. “Go on.”

“You never tell anyone.”

“I’d never tell anyone, that’s what makes it fun, right?”

It was a mental war trying not find myself absolutely falling for Sam. But he agreed to it all, and I was sure he wouldn’t make it past the ball gag, or even the date. Maybe he was looking for someone to commit to as well, at least that’s why I’d hoped Gael and Ash pushed the two of us together.

“I—I accept that,” I said.

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