Page 111 of Time to Shine

Landon apparently did too. His cock was painfully hard in his jeans, but he didn’t want to do anything about it. Not yet. He just watched, transfixed by the way Casey was able to work himself open, slowly and carefully. By the time he sank a finger inside, Casey seemed to be out of his mind with pleasure.

Landon had never tried this. He’d touched his hole a bit, on the outside, to see if it did anything for him. He certainly hadn’t felt anything close to what Casey was experiencing as he writhed on the bed. He worked a second finger in, and the tip of a third, and then said, “Okay. Time for the main event.”

He picked up the steel wand and pressed it between his palms. “Warming it up,” he explained with a lazy grin. His gaze landed on Landon’s crotch. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah,” Landon whispered.

“You can join in, if you want. Jerk off a bit.”

“Later. Maybe.”

Casey laughed. “You’re so mean to yourself.”

“I’m not,” Landon argued. “I’m being very selfish right now.”

Casey coated the wand with lube and pressed it against his hole. “You ready?”

Landon was pretty sure Casey was the one who needed to be ready, but he said, “Yeah. Do it.”

The round head of the wand slipped inside easily, and Casey moaned at the sensation. Landon still couldn’t imagine enjoying it himself, but he loved watching Casey work the toy deeper. Loved the sounds Casey made while he did it.

“Oh shit,” Casey panted. “Yeah. Okay. That’s the spot.” He blew out a breath. “So now I just kinda rock it against my—fuck—my prostate and—ah, fuck. Okay. I need to stop talking.” A giddy little laugh escaped from him. “Wow. Forgot how good this can be.”

Precome was streaming down Casey’s dick as he rocked against the toy. His balls were tight and twitching, ready to burst, and Landon had never seen anything so hot in his life. No porn was this good. No fantasy.

He palmed himself through his jeans, but it wasn’t enough. With a muttered curse, he opened his fly and gripped himself through his underwear.

Casey noticed. “Oh fuck, Landon. That’s so hot. You couldn’t stop yourself, huh?”

“N-no,” Landon said shakily. God, his underwear was damp where his cockhead pressed angrily against the cotton.

“I’m not gonna last much longer. But I wanna get you off after, if you want. Want you to come on me. Would you do that? You could jerk yourself off or I could help or—oh fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

Landon squeezed his dick hard and gave Casey his full attention. He watched Casey’s hole clench around the toy, and the muscles above pulse as Casey erupted. The first long rope spurted high into the air, landing on Casey’s chest. Then more dribbled over his fingers, down his cock. Though it all, Casey moaned and panted and swore, keeping one hand on the base of the wand to hold it inside.

When it was over, Casey removed the toy, then collapsed bonelessly against the pillows, arms spread.

Landon stood and stripped off his clothes. There was no way he could resist jerking off now. Not with Casey offering himself as a canvas, all pink with exertion and glistening with lube and sweat and come.

“Shit,” Casey rasped when Landon loomed over him, cock in hand. “Yes. Please.”

Landon worked himself hard and fast, his usual style. Except this time he wasn’t sadly spurting into a bathroom sink. He brought himself to the edge quickly, then grunted and said, “You want it?”

“Fuck yes. Give it to me.”

Landon curled forward with the force of his orgasm, but managed to keep his eyes open so he could watch his release streak Casey’s torso. Then he dropped down and kissed Casey messily, hungrily.

“Thank you,” he said.

“You gotta stop thanking me after sex, Landon.”

“That was more than sex. That was...a whole experience.”

Casey grinned up at him. “Sex with me is always a whole experience.”

Landon laughed and kissed his temple. “You make me so happy,” he said, in case Casey had forgotten.

“That’s all I want.” Casey stretched beneath him, arching his spine. “I hope I also made you sleepy.”

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