Page 56 of Touch In Excess

He had a view of his lover on the screen, and that was enough.

Skye had no idea what Rami was planning to do with the toy. He hadn’t asked. Rami asked him to set up his laptop and log in to the live so he could bid, and that’s exactly what he’d done. All of this was a surprise. All of this was…

Hell, it was perfect.

Rami was sitting on a folding chair, legs spread, both cocks hard and thick. His thighs were trembling, and although Skye couldn’t hear anything after turning his speakers all the way down, he knew his beloved was gasping and moaning as he slowly lowered himself on the dildo.

He’d stuck it to the seat of the chair, and it had taken him a full four minutes and nineteen seconds to take it down to the hilt. Skye had almost come twice, able to keep himself from shooting off only because he had practice doing it. But hewanted to wait. He wanted to hold back because after the live was over, Skye had plans.

Big ones.

His cock jumped against his thigh as he thought about being able to take Rami in his arms and slowly pump the toy in and out of him as he played with his cocks. Fuck.

He shuddered, keeping his eye on the screen because Rami leaned over, and Skye knew he was typing. Then, text appeared on the screen:

BIDDING FOR YOUR CHOICE: HOW DO I MAKE MYSELF COME NEXT? YOU CHOOSE ANYTHING. NO RESTRICTIONS

The bid count shot up faster than Skye could get his fingers to move over his trackpad. There was no point in putting in a number now. He was going to blow them out of the water, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to see how high he could get Rami’s count before he put in his own. He wanted Rami to understand how much he was desired by total strangers—how much they all thought he was worth.

His gaze remained fixed on the timer as it counted down. Rami began to fuck the dildo harder, and Skye recognized the line of tension in his body. He was afraid Skye was going to miss it. That he wasn’t going to bid enough. That he was going to have to give this up for someone he didn’t know.

Skye would never let that happen.

At forty-five seconds to go, the bidding ground to a halt at seven thousand dollars. Skye knew it made him some kind of asshole that it was chump change to him, but he wasn’t doing this to show off. He was doing this to take care of the man he was pretty sure was the love of his life.

It was time.

He wasn’t going to risk playing games, so he started his own bid at ten thousand, but the number didn’t move.

Shit. Someone had bid higher.

He put in fifteen, and the bid changed with ten seconds on the clock.

Holding his breath, he typed twenty into the little box, poised to hit Send in case the person vying for his beloved decided to try again…

And then the timer ended, and he got the notification that he was the winner. His name showed up on the screen, and he could see Rami’s hands shaking as he grabbed himself and finished himself off for the audience.

Skye knew the live would go on a bit longer, but that was enough for now. He exited out of the site, closed his screen, then tiptoed down the hall, hoping to God he was quiet enough so the camera didn’t pick him up.

He stood a few feet from the door, watching the glow from the laptop screen and the ring light flicker beneath it. His mind played a thousand different scenarios in his head. He was hard, but the feeling of being turned on was starting to wane. He knew in that moment he’d give Rami anything he asked for, but a piece of him was hoping his lover would just want to be held.

They could play with the toy tomorrow or the day after. Any day because this was one thing ticked off his list now. One thing that belonged to Skye from here on out.

His breath caught in his chest when he saw the lights dim, and a beat later, the yellowish overhead light in the room came on. That was his signal. He opened the door very slowly and saw Rami standing in front of the closed laptop, his bare ass exposed, perfect, round, and lush.

Skye cleared his throat, and Rami didn’t startle, which meant he was already fully aware of his presence. He stared an extra few indulgent seconds. Rami had lube smeared along the crack of his ass, the light catching it just right. His hands wereloose at his sides, though his fingers were as restless as ever with his stimming.

Skye wished he could see his face. “Tell me what you need.”

“I—” Rami went quiet.

“Anything, sweetheart. Anything at all.”

Very, very slowly, Rami turned the upper half of his body, twisting just enough for Skye to see his profile and make out most of his lips. He gestured to the chair where the dildo was still stuck to the seat. “Can we not tonight?”

“Of course.”

“Did you come?”

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