Page 35 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
Will swallows, his cock flexing and a drop of precome surging to wet the head.
“The thickness of the sheath adds about half an inch of girth.” Patrick points at the walls of the toy. “A whole new sensation.”
“Wow,” Will whispers again.
Patrick grins. “I’ve reduced you to ‘wows.’ It’s not even in yet. Perfect.”
Will scoots back on the bed and lifts his legs. He’s already nonverbal, Patrick’s right. Besides, he knows Patrick will love his wanton display.
“That’s my puddin’-pop,” Patrick says with a sharp grin. “Such a sweet, slutty hole you’ve got for me there.”
Will licks his index finger and swirls it around his asshole, teasing himself open as Patrick grabs lube from the bag. Watching, Patrick pumps his own cock before climbing back onto the bed between Will’s legs.
“Mmm, let me kiss you first,” he whispers, shoving Will’s legs back farther and then diving in to claim Will’s hole with his mouth.
Will whimpers, clutching his nipples and pinching hard. The sweet, wet sensation of Patrick’s lips and tongue against his asshole breaks him out in shivers, and the ocean breeze from the open balcony door caresses his hard cock. He twists his nipples harder, grounding himself in the sensation, moaning as Patrick licks him inside and out.
“That’s right,” Patrick murmurs, kissing Will’s ass cheek before ducking back down to suck another kiss to his hole. “Squirm on my face.”
Will groans as Patrick’s tongue penetrates him again. He squeezes his nipples hard, and his hips jerk reflexively, balls drawing up tight. A trail of slick precome stripes where his cock rests heavy and hard against his stomach.
Patrick sits up, his mouth red and wet, his eyes dilated with lust. His wiry muscles ripple and flex with each breath, and Will reaches for him, pulling him down for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.
He tastes himself on Patrick’s tongue, and he mewls quietly when Patrick nips his lower lip. Their cocks jam against each other, rubbing like hard velvet up against perfect sensation.
Patrick’s back muscles tremble and shift under Will’s palms, and when he sits back on his heels, he grabs the dildo-impaled toy. “Hold your legs apart.”
Will does as he’s told. The fan above the bed swirls gently, the ocean breeze drifting in from the open balcony doors. He shivers and aches, his cock thudding against his stomach, his asshole flexing in anticipation. Sunlight cuts across the bed, and he squints his eyes closed, a smile breaking across his face, as Patrick lubes first the toy, then Will’s asshole, and finally his own cock.
“Here we go.” Patrick slips the head of the toy against Will. The dildo is still inside the toy, providing the solidity needed to penetrate Will’s tight anus. Patrick pushes gently, and Will breathes, bears down, and twists his hips wantonly as the toy slides in. Until the knot bumps up against his rim.
He moans, his asshole tensing against the unexpected thickness.
“That’s it,” Patrick encourages. “Take it. You know how. Open up.”
Will swivels his hips, sucks in a deep breath, lets it out, and bears down hard. The knot stretches his asshole tight. Fresh sweat breaks out on his forehead and he groans. Patrick adds a push and a twist, and Will gasps as the toy pops through. Pain, sharp and hot, rides him for a few harsh breaths, but he waits it out, his cock still aching and eager for more.
Opening his eyes, he holds his legs up and apart, gazing down to where Patrick kneels between them. His thighs are already quivery and weak with lust, and they shake against his palms.
Patrick bites his lip and stares avidly at where the toy is lodged in Will’s ass. “Ready?” he whispers.
“Yeah,” Will rasps.
Patrick nods and then slowly withdraws the dildo from the sheath, leaving Will open—but not in the rough, unforgiving way of a butt plug. No, he’s softly open, the sheath warming inside him, and it feels good, kind of slutty. Like anyone could walk up and push inside. Like Patrick could use him over and over and he’d be ready and able to take it. His cock pulses and precome puddles against his treasure trail.
“Wow,” he whispers again. He grips his ass and the sheath flexes with the movement.
Patrick squirts some lube up inside the toy, but Will doesn’t feel the cold like he normally would. He squirms as Patrick fingers him with the toy in, rubbing and pressing against the sides, and pushing the knot against his prostate.
“Can you feel everything?”
“Yes,” Will murmurs.
“Perfect.”
Patrick kisses Will’s calves before raising them to his shoulders and leaning in to thrust. As he slides into the sheath, the extra girth makes Will hunch up and growl. He squirms his hips, reaching down to pull Patrick farther in. “Oh, that’s…oh…”
Patrick’s eyes squeeze tight and he huffs out a tender sound.
