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“I stretched funny.”

“Stretched funny?” Ollie rolled his eyes. “Do you think I was born yesterday? I’ve seen you two playing chess.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

Ollie tipped his head back and laughed.

Despite being amused, and not believing Rory’s poor excuse, Ollie grabbed his towel and handed it over to Rory so he could hide his unfortunate reaction.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“Has your stretch sorted itself out?” Ollie smirked.

“Yes. Now let’s never mention it again.”

“No, let’s. It’s hilarious. You got a thing for Sebastian, and he’s got a thing for you, a massive thing by the looks of it.”

“Look, I… I stink. I need a shower.”

Ollie wrinkled his nose. “I can’t smell you… Wait, I get it.”

“Get what?”

“Sebastian will still be in there… Go get him, tiger.”

Rory forced a smile and rushed out of the gym. He made sure to pass the showers, making sure Sebastian wasn’t there, then hurried back to their cell where he was waiting.

“Still want me to fuck you?” Sebastian asked.

Rory nodded.

Sebastian stepped forward and yanked Rory’s joggers down, then he manhandled Rory to the cell door and pinned the front of him to the metal. Rory hissed at the cold but didn’t move away.

“Stay there.”

Rory nodded but shuffled his feet back so he could arch his back. Sebastian returned with slick fingers. He slipped them down Rory’s crack and rubbed them against his hole. Rory pushed back against them, trying to get them to breach him, but Sebastian slapped his arse.

“You’ll get them when I say,” Sebastian said, pinching Rory’s stinging cheek. He yelped, his hips thrust forward, and his cock smeared against the cell door.

“Sebastian,” Rory gasped.

His eyes fluttered when a finger slipped inside him. It curled and tugged against Rory’s opening as he pulled it out again.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Sebastian growled, pushing in with two fingers. “You’re going to feel so good around me.”

Rory’s insides felt lighter. It wasn’t a compliment, not really, but whenever Sebastian told him he felt good, or what he was doing wasjust right, Rory basked in the praise.

“Can you take three?” Sebastian asked.

Rory nodded, expecting a third to be added immediately, but Sebastian teased with the two before torturing Rory by only using one, slipping it in and out with ease.

“Please—”

Sebastian pumped three fingers in and out at a steady pace. Rory pressed his forehead to the door, curling his toes as his orgasm built. A moan tore out of him.

“This is what you wanted, right? Me to fuck you.”

Rory shook his head. “Not like this.”

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