Page 80 of Learning to Change

That was our only goal, so I did my best to keep Joel distracted as Tate fished the lube out of his pocket and got the slim vibrator ready. Whatever the hell Joel had been doing in the bathroom had gotten him used to being penetrated, so I knew the width wouldn’t be an issue, but I still wasn’t sure if he’d be able to actually relax with it inside him.

To me, it would’ve been distracting and embarrassing and I couldn’t imagine finding subspace at all, so I had to keep reminding myself that Joel was very different. It was one of the things that I liked best about him, but it didn’t make it easier to stop worrying until Tate brought the tip of the toy to Joel’s ass and he just sighed.

Yep, nothing like me at all.

So as my heart stopped pounding and my slightly irrational worries faded into the back of my head, I squeezed one of his sexy cheeks and helped open him for Tate. That got another happy sound from Joel, so I squeezed him again…harder that time because we’d already seen his threshold for sexy pain was higher than I’d expected.

Joel made a happy sound and his muscles relaxed, almost pulling the toy inside him. Tate just grinned, loving how eager Joel was, but he kept the toy moving slowly even when Joel tried to push up to take it faster. “But I’m relaxed. See?”

That seemed to be about him pushing up again and pushing out because he got another inch of the toy before Tate popped his bottom. “I’m not going to let you hurt yourself or rush me.”

Joel went quiet but that was mostly because he couldn’t decide if he wanted to moan or pout. He finally settled on a dramatic sigh. “But I like rushing and I was relaxed.”

I wasn’t sure he knew what that word meant.

Tate scoffed but rocked the toy in and out. “If you want tingles, you have to behave.”

The whine that escaped Joel seemed to be a grudging agreement because he stopped wiggling his bottom at us. “Yes, Sir.”

Part of me wanted to laugh at the whole thing, but I wasn’t sure that was the right response in the situation. Tate kind of looked like he wanted to stick his tongue out at Joel, so he might’ve been feeling a bit confused too.

Being a Dom was harder than the internet said it would be.

“Good boy.” Tate didn’t let that frustration distract him, though. He rubbed one hand over the pink area on Joel’s cheek and slowly started fucking him again with the toy. “You’re just going to relax because all your feel goods are going to be here and in your head. That’s why you can’t rush us.”

I was pretty sure his brain and his ass could rush, but Joel sighed again. “I’ll be good. I’m just excited.”

And pouty.

Joel had his face pressed into the couch like he was getting ready to whine and pitch a fit, but he worked at relaxing his muscles and taking deep breaths. “I’m going to be very good so I get my tingles.”

Fingers crossed.

The best way I thought I could help was to keep him distracted by soothing him, so I slipped one hand under his pajama top and slowly ran my hand along his back. “You’re going to be a very good boy. All you need to do is take another deep breath and let Tate have control. You know how much he likes that.”

Nodding his head grudgingly, Joel let out a slightly ragged breath, more from drama and having to be patient than anything else. I knew that confidently because he’d done it waiting for brownies to cool so they didn’t burn his mouth. “I like making Tate happy.”

“You make him very happy and you make me happy too.” Making long strokes over his back, I tried to ignore the way his body was stretching and the rocking was slowly coming back. He just couldn’t help himself, but it wasn’t the frantic humping like before.

“I like making you happy and I liked my snack earlier and I…I liked you getting my cage and cuddling me and playing with me.” Joel moaned softly, stretching out the sound like it was just a deep exhale. “I like cuddling, D…Dean.”

“I like giving you cuddles, baby.” Making my touch slightly firmer, I kept up the long strokes and kneaded his cheek when I got to the end of his bottom. “I liked cuddling you for nap time and taking care of you in the car.”

I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what we were doing with that part of our exploration but I liked it, and it didn’t give me a heart attack to admit it. The slow, rhythmic thrusts Tate was making might’ve given me a heart attack if I was in Joel’s place, but thankfully, I wasn’t.

Joel didn’t seem to find it frustrating even though it made me want to pull my hair out just imagining how crazy it felt. But as the session stretched out and Tate kept fucking him with the toy, Joel kept making quiet sexy sounds and clenching around it. The closest thing he got to complaining was a whine when I didn’t squeeze his bottom one time.

Tate almost laughed and just rolled his eyes instead, but he kept up his torture and I made up for it on the next pass. Joel’s happy sounds returned and he even gave a wiggle that must’ve shifted the toy just right because his entire body tensed before going boneless. “Oh…that…I…”

Whatever it was seemed to have killed a few brain cells, but Tate approved because he shifted his hand and managed to do it again. Joel lit up like a pinball machine before he sucked in a breath and shook. It wasn’t an orgasm but it was something fabulous judging by the sounds he made.

Tate was having the time of his life just forcing the pleasure through Joel. He lit up every time Joel gasped and groaned, but he got a wicked, almost greedy look as he finally pressed on the button at the base of the toy.

And the pinball machine was back.

Joel gasped and it looked like lightning fired through his body. His muscles clenched and his ass clamped down on the toy as he cried out loud enough that half the building must’ve heard him. He sounded like his orgasm was almost painful and it just kept going until Tate eased the toy back and out of his body.

When the toy was finally silent, Joel went boneless and didn’t seem to breathe for several long moments. I was almost at the point where worrying sounded very logical, when he made a soft sigh and I could see his chest rising and falling again.

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