Page 37 of Filtration Play
They pressed hard into the mattress on either side of him as they drove into him with a ferocity that almost left them breathless. Their hips snapped forward again and again as they chased the slight sting each time their skin slapped together, the push of the bullet vibe to their oversensitive clit pure sin. Damn. They were going to come again.
“How you feeling, baby?” they crooned.
“So close,” he moaned out, “So, so close.”
“Damn, you’re going to be gaping after this,” Fin purred. “Just fucked out and filled with cum. Your cock all caged up so you can be my perfect fuck toy.”
Ollie swore as he fisted the comforter. They picked up their pace again, fucking in fast and hard, their motions coming in on automatic. The tension grew in their clit again, the insistent ache they chased with ferocity. They bit down on their lip until they tasted the copper ofblood. Ollie writhed beneath them, which tugged at the restraints over and over.
“Oh, fuck.” Ollie let out a keening cry as his whole body spasmed. His caged cock emitted some milky fluid that dripped down, but Fin couldn’t stop now. They fucked him through his prostate orgasm as he quaked beneath them. Their whole body was one taut thread away from imminent explosion.
They thrust in hard again, the burn building, building, building until a second orgasm tore from them.
Their body rocked with it, wave after wave rolling through them, and they reached for the syringe. They pushed down, and a second later, the cum emptied inside him. Ollie let out a long, low groan, sinking into the mattress.
Normally, Fin would be pulling out and getting themselves situated, but they collapsed against Ollie’s chest.
The sheer comfort of skin to skin made them shudder, and they came a little close to feeling too good. They were meant for sharp, not soft.
However, in this moment, maybe they could pretend they weren’t damaged beyond repair.
Maybe they could pretend they were the sort of person who could keep him.
Chapter Thirteen
Ollie’s mind emptied of everything.
The entire scene had wiped him out, both physically and emotionally. Even though his balls were heavy with a background ache, the satiation from the prostate orgasm had been enough to scratch the itch, at least for now. If he wasn’t careful, he’d be showing up at Fin’s door to offer up his ass any chance he got during this stint.
He stared at the ceiling, his limbs still shaky. After Fin pulled off him, they’d released him from the restraints and spent a few minutes rubbing circulation back into his arms and legs. The firm motions, their intent care, settled him in a way little else could. He wasn’t as wrecked as the other week in the abandoned building, but if they expected him to drive home tonight, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to.
Not after that emotional outpouring. It had ripped open something inside him that he’d been holding on to for so long.
And they hadn’t batted an eye. Hadn’t viewed him with disgust or less than. No, they’dunderstood. They’d seen every inch of him and hadn’t flinched.
That was the rarest thing in the world.
Fin returned to the room, a pair of boxer briefs on with a slight bulge in them. They carried a plate in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “I’m not sure if your blood sugars go high or low post, but you need water either way.” They handed over the glass. “So drink up.”
He pushed himself up to seated, and the room swirled for a second. Fin waited as he sucked in a few deep breaths, then took the glass from them. The cool water felt glorious down his parched throat.
“Probably low right now,” he said.
They placed the plate in front of him. It held several options—a lollipop, a clementine, cut-up pieces of avocado, and a protein bar.
“This is the weirdest charcuterie board I’ve ever seen,” he teased, even though he knew what it meant. Fin must’ve looked up some things about diabetes and prepared for having him over tonight. Heat flooded through him, more intense than he could stand. Their actions—god, they spoke louder than anything they could’ve said.
Fin’s eyes crinkled, and they sat right beside him. “Well, I like to keep people on their toes.”
“That you do.” He glanced at his still-locked cock. The idea of them having the key for a few more days, of them controlling him in an intimate way, made a shiver roll up his spine.
He bit into the clementine, the sweetness bursting inside his mouth. Some of the shakiness subsided, and he sucked in a deep, slow breath.
“That good?” Fin asked. “Looks like you had an orgasm on the spot there.”
“Yeah, want a taste?” The words fell out of his mouth before he could process them.
Tension thickened the air between them, and he licked his lips. He wanted to kiss them damn badly, but he wasn’t sure if that was on the table or not. Fin didn’t do relationships; he was aware of that, and anything intimate scared them off.
