Page 51 of Something Unavoidable

“You’re so perfect for me,” Keegan told him, the praise making Izzy’s head swim with happy chemicals. “You take my fingers so well. Once I’m done fisting you, I’m going to fuck your sloppy hole nice and slow while you tighten back up around me. Maybe I’ll stay there all night. Every time you wake up, I’ll be deep inside you. Tomorrow morning, I’ll fuck you awake, make you come before you even know where you are or what’s happening.”

Izzy’s brain was short-circuiting. Who the fuck was this dirty bastard, and what had he done with Keegan?

He must have said something to that effect, because Keegan chuckled and said, “It’s your fault. You bring it out in me. I want to say and do the filthiest things to you.”

Izzy trembled. God. Fuck. He wanted that too. He wanted Keegan to let loose on him. He wanted Keegan to take everything he had to give. He wanted to tell Keegan he—

Izzy managed to cut off that thought. It was probably just the endorphins. There was no way he’d managed to fall in— Nope. Not going there.

Luckily, Keegan distracted him by removing his fingers. Izzy’s whine of disappointment got him soothing words in responseas Keegan slicked lube over the silicone hand that was looking larger by the second. Izzy hid his face in his arm, not sure he wanted to see this.

He took deep breaths as Keegan positioned the fingers at his opening and applied gentle pressure. They slid in easily at first. Izzy was well prepared, stretched and swimming in lube. It felt good. He pressed his face harder to his bicep and fought not to tense up. He could do this. Keegan wanted him to do this.Izzywanted to do this.

“Isaac,” Keegan said at the same time that Izzy gasped, “Wait.”

Everything in the room went still, quiet apart from the way Izzy’s breath was seesawing in and out.

“I’m not—” Izzy managed. Keegan waited for him to finish. “I haven’t done this before,” he rushed out. “I—I tried, but I couldn’t do it.” Keegan swore and started to ease back with the dildo, but Izzy flailed behind him and caught his wrist. “Don’t. Don’t stop,” he said, clinging to Keegan to keep him in place. “I want this. I do. God,so bad. I just—please—” Izzy was running out of words, the buzzing in his brain and under his skin making them impossible. “Please…”

“Shh,” Keegan soothed, his free hand returning to rub Izzy’s back, grounding him. “Don’t worry. I’m not stopping unless you ask me to. This is at your pace, baby.”

Izzy’s tension unraveled, and his lungs started to work again. “Thank you.”

He could feel Keegan’s smile against his skin when Keegan kissed his upturned ass. “How about you thank me after? Right now, I want you to focus on relaxing and letting me in.”

Izzy gave a nod and peeked back at Keegan, whose eyes were dark but his smile warm. Izzy didn’t know how he could look so composed when he had half a fist up Izzy’s ass, but he figured the fact that it was a toy helped.

Damn, what Izzy wouldn’t give for it to be the real thing. He’d much rather have Keegan, flesh and blood and heat, inside him, stretching him past what he thought was possible. His fingers clenched on Keegan’s wrist, feeling the girth of it.

“Tell me,” Keegan said, apparently reading the hesitation on Izzy’s face. “We can stop and do this another time, when you’re ready. It’s fine, baby.”

Izzy shook his head. “Not that. Just…I want it to be you.” He bit his lip, hoping Keegan understood. He did, if Izzy was reading the mixture of warmth and desire on his face correctly.

Keegan dipped down and pressed a slow, sloppy kiss to Izzy’s slack mouth. “My hand is bigger than this toy,” he warned softly.

“Don’t care,” Izzy replied. “It’ll be better if it’s you.” Which, for all Izzy knew, was a complete lie. He’d never done this after all, but he knew what his heart wanted, and that was Keegan’s fist, not a silicone substitution.

“All right, baby,” Keegan said, voice rough with anticipation. “I’m gonna finish stretching you first, then we can try it. But if you aren’t ready, we’ll stop and work our way up to it. I refuse to hurt you.”

Izzy let Keegan’s wrist go and dug his fingers back into the sheets. “Yes, sir,” he breathed, relief flooding him.

Keegan started working the toy deeper again, twisting it gently back and forth. Izzy’s body was giving in, opening farther. Izzy gasped when the knuckles slipped inside, the hand feeling impossibly large. Keegan kept it there, at the widest point, rocking gently and murmuring praise.

Then, just when it was becoming too much and Izzy thought he couldn’t take anymore, Keegan removed the toy, coated his hand liberally in lube and started to press inside again.

The sensation was totally different, warm, hard but soft, and a little bit rough where Keegan’s calluses scratched against Izzy’sdelicate skin. He stretched Izzy to the point he’d been at before, then he kept going.

Izzy broke, a stream of babbling, pleading sounds leaving him, alternating between please-more, oh-god, and so-much, too-much. His eyes teared and his lungs heaved, but he did his best to stay still and, more importantly, relaxed.

When his hand finally slipped inside, Keegan cursed. He sounded awed, turned on, and overwhelmed.

Izzy felt like he’d stepped sideways into an alternate state of being. He was riding an endorphin high and he wasn’t sure what was pain and what was pleasure, but he knew for a fact that he needed both. He loved both. He never wanted Keegan to stop. He felt like he’d lost complete control of his body; he was a puppet for Keegan to play with. The mental image made him giggle. Hand puppet. Laughing made him tighten around Keegan’s wrist, and they both groaned.

Keegan was moving his hand in tiny, rocking thrusts, his knuckles bumping against Izzy’s prostate and reminding him of how sensitive he was, how badly he needed to come. He didn’t have any words left to explain himself, but Keegan knew. He fucked Izzy’s ass, slow and steady, grinding his knuckles into Izzy’s prostate as he finally, finally, gripped his cock and pumped it. Izzy was flying, and Keegan’s command to “Let me feel you come on my fist, baby,” sent him over the edge into endless, rolling waves of bliss.

He barely noticed when Keegan removed his hand, other than the fact that he was left open and aching. Keegan vanished for a moment, but when he came back, Izzy begged for his cock. He was too empty. Keegan’s weight pressing him down into the mattress as he filled Izzy’s ass again and again was exactly what he had been missing. Keegan always gave him what he needed.

That was his last thought before darkness stole him away.

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