Page 25 of Fire & Ice

“Lube,” Lee explains easily, as if this is a thing Tripp should have expected, and okay, yeah. Technically, he’sreadabout it, but being bitch-slapped by the reality of functioning as a well-basted turkey is genuinely fucking confronting.

“Jesus Christ,” Tripp murmurs as Leander spirits the syringe away. Shifting and clenching, he wiggles his hips in protest against the feeling of lube settling inside him.

“Still just ‘Sir’,” Leander replies with amusement, and then he’s back kneeling at Tripp’s side, wrapping an arm around his waist to take hold of his flagging erection and stroke him hard again. While he does, Leander turns soft and affectionate, kissing over Tripp’s shoulders and spine, propping a hand next to the one he has braced on the mat, presumably to keep as much surface area of their bodies touching as humanly possible.

“I can’t wait to see you take this cock,” he murmurs quietly,plainly, like he’s innocent, like this isn’t one of the dirtiest things Tripp’s ever done. “You know, I’d love to see you take a real one besides mine, but I’m far too possessive to share.” Tripp shivers at the suggestion, his body relaxing minutely, because thatdoessound really hot. Not that he’d wantto bring someone else into this messed up thing he has going with Lee and his wayward emotions, but even Tripp can admit that the fantasy is sexy as hell.

“You like that, do you?” Leander takes notice, because of course he does, pushing himself upright so that he can stroke a hand down Tripp’s flank and over his ass to finger his rim, teasing the head of the fake cock against it. “Perhaps we’ll explore the concept more, then. From your list, I know that you’re not interested in sharing, so is it more the idea of being watched? Is that a fantasy of yours, Tripp?”

Nailed it,Tripp thinks, but he bites at his lip instead of speaking, because Lee is lubing up the cock and guiding him back onto it, just the tip pushing slowly past his tight ring of muscle. He moans a little as the head pops inside, struggling past the pressure to breathe deeply, fighting to relax against the significant intrusion. The thing feels even bigger than it looked, and it didn’t look small.

“I think it is,” Leander continues, undeterred by Tripp’s lack of participation in the conversation. “I think that you would get off on the idea of someone—anyone—watching me take you, of being naked and vulnerable beneath my hands in public, or where others could happen by and see us. I wouldn’t let anyone touch you, you know that well enough. You know that I’d protect you, surely, but do you know that I’d show you off? I’d be so proud, Tripp.”

Leander hums, his giant hands soothing tracks up and down Tripp’s sides, encouraging him to slide back, to take more of the dildo, to rock against it until he can.

Tripp, for his part, just lets it happen. He revels in Leander’s dirty talk, flexes fingers against the mat beneath him, moans low and long when the dildo finally brushes against his prostate. Eyes falling shut, his mouth drops open and he pantsas he adjusts to being so increasingly full. It doesn’t hurt—not really, but it’s noteasyto accommodate something this big, so it takes time and patience for Tripp to find himself ready tomove.

All the while, Leander just kneels beside him, watching and touching him gently, adding lube when he thinks he needs it, andtalking.It’s his voice that’s grounding the scene, leading Tripp, spurring him on.

“Yes,” Lee encourages, a thumb dragging over Tripp’s lip as his own very noticeable erection bumps against Tripp’s thigh. “I would be so proud of you, taking my cock so easily, letting me bend you over the nearest surface with every eye in the room focused solely on us. You’d be gorgeous, a work of art, just as you are now—ass cheeks pink from my hand, of course, eyes glazed over, just perfect. Perhaps I’d grab your hair—”

Reflecting his words, he does exactly that, yanking Tripp’s head in a way that jerks his body backward and settles him nearly all the way onto the dildo. Using his hair to steer, Lee tilts his upper body this way and that, like he’s really showing him off.

“—Let them see your face, how hungry and desperate you are for my cock, what a slut you can be forme,only me. Would there be tear tracks running down your cheeks? I do love when you cry. Think of how jealous they’d be, that they can’t have you. Think of how their eyes would roam over your body, watching greedily as I slid in and out of your holes. Oh, theenvythey would feel when I stroked your cock, just like this.”

The mewling whine Tripp lets out when Leander touches him again is truly pathetic, but he can’t care, so lost in Lee's praise and flagrant appreciation, he can hardly focus on anything but hearing more.

At this point, the dildo is moving fairly easily in and out of Tripp’s ass, its girth wide enough and the angle hitting just right to provide his prostate with some major stimulation on nearly every stroke. While he hasn’t before, Tripp’s seriously starting to think that he could maybe come like this, especially if Lee keeps talking.

But then, suddenly, Leander moves, leaving Tripp’s side to shuffle over and kneel in front of his face. There’s no warning, but Tripp is still one step ahead of him, mouth already open and seeking when Leander deftly rolls a condom over his dick and offers it up.

“My God, you are perfection,” Leander praises, and Tripp revels, eyes drifting closed as he takes whatever Lee sees fit to give him. Letting his mind float away, Tripp fucks his body on the dildo while sucking and swirling his tongue around the cock in his mouth, handling it all like a goddamn pro. The condom tastes like ass, and a nearly completely-spaced-out Tripp knows that he’s probably drooling, but if the increasing thrusts, the tight hand in his hair, and the one cupping his cheek are any indication, Lee likes what he sees, and that makes Tripp happy.

It also makes him work harder, the toy creating slick sounds as it slides in and out of his ass, the pressure building deep in his gut and at the base of his spine. It’s clear from the way Lee’s tumbling words begin to slur that he’s close, too—Tripp can’t even make out what he’s saying anymore, but that doesn’t matter. The pattern and the tone are soothing, and the message is clear: Lee is pleased, Lee is proud, Lee thinks he’s a good boy—that’s all Tripp needs to know right now.

His orgasm sneaks up in the background, building and cresting slowly, making him moan and cry and shake as his vision goes blurry and he comes in spurts with nothing but thefake cock milking his prostate. Even after he orgasms, Tripp doesn’t stop moving, because Lee didn’t say he could.

That’s probably because Lee is busy gasping and shoving his cock into the back of Tripp's throat one last time, shuddering and releasing spend so hot, he can feel it through the latex. Twisting the hair wrapped around his fingers more securely, he holds Tripp’s head in place as he finishes. Ready and willing, Tripp swallows around him, wishing desperately that he was sucking Leander dry, continuing to lick around his (annoyingly) condom-covered shaft instead, at least until Leander releases a pained noise and pulls away.

It’s strange how—sore and exhausted as Tripp might be—he misses him already.

“So good, Tripp,” Leander is saying, gentle as he stops Tripp’s rocking motions with a firm hand to his shoulder, carefully guiding him off of the dildo and into his arms. “Are you able to walk with me to the bed?”

Things are slightly hazy. Tripp is stillveryspaced-out, and Lee's chest is warm and inviting. He’s tired, so instead of answering, he sinks into it, following his base instincts. “Whoa, whoa,” he hears Leander say, and that snaps him out of it—at least enough to lift his head and register the pair of sensitive blue eyes looking down at him, crinkling at the edges and softer than he’s seen them appear at all today.

“Hello, Tripp,” Lee says, and Tripp manages a weak smile in return. “The bed?”

“Right.” Tripp grits the single word out, his voice rough and throat sore, but the next time Lee tries, he allows himself to be pulled to his feet. They stumble together over to the bed, the strong line of Lee’s body barely adequate to keep him upright.

“‘M fine,” he mutters, letting Leander dump him onto the mattress and step away to retrieve the things he likes to use for aftercare. “Just tired.” He yawns, as if to punctuate the point.

“Yes,” Leander agrees, returning with a cracked bottle of orange juice and tipping it high so that Tripp is forced to drink at least half of it in one go. At the very least, it washes the plasticky aftertaste of the condom away.

“It’s early yet. Probably around eight, now,” Lee is saying. “We can nap together as aftercare, if that sounds agreeable to you. I woke this morning in somewhat of a mood, as you may have noticed. I planned to clean up and only came in here to retrieve the items we used last night, but I saw that you kept your collar on…” He trails off, touching the side of Tripp’s face with a soft, appreciative expression that Tripp isn’t sure he’s ever seen on Lee before.

“I couldn’t resist, and somnophilia was on your list of things you were very interested in trying.”

“It was great,” Tripp says sincerely, leaning back against the pillows and stretching. “All of it. Best damn way to start the day.” When Leander just stands there staring down at him, Tripp smiles and jerks his head toward the empty space next to him. “You comin’?”

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