Page 34 of Filtration Play
“Are you allergic to the hamper or something?” Ollie asked.
Fin snorted, his sharp sense of humor setting them at ease. Piles of day-old jeans and shirts took residence next to their bed in case they could wear them again. “Keep mouthing off, and you can pick all that up with your teeth.” They glanced back, and Ollie’s nostrils were flared, those eyes lust-blown. Well, someone liked the idea. God, he was too fun. “How needy are you feeling?”
“Very,” he said, his voice coming out low and husky.
“Strip down and get on my bed,” Fin said. “I’ve got to get set up.”
They strode over to their trunk at the foot of the bed, which had become harder to close at this point due to how much was piled inside. A bottle of lube came out, then the bed restraints. They tugged out two different cocks, a regular-sized one with a bit more of a flesh texture and balls and a larger one with the attachment so they could shoot cum. They filled the tube with the cum lube while rustling sounded by the bed.
“What are you preparing?” Ollie asked, his curiosity palpable in the air.
“You’ll find out in a second, sweetness.”
They snagged their bed restraints, bullet vibe, and harness last. Fin stood and surveyed their sub, who sprawled out in the middle of their bed, as commanded. Fuck. He was completely naked. They’d only gotten a glimpse of him when they were putting the cage on him. The glimpse hadn’t done him justice.
Ollie was big and broad, his muscles honed and tight. All that tan skin was lickable, smooth, and delicious. His waist tapered to trim hips, cum gutters prominent, and with his thick legs spread out, a dusting of hair down them, his hole was on clear display. His cock looked so damn good in the black cage, his balls hanging down from it.
“How much is your erection fighting to break free right now?” Fin teased.
Ollie chewed on his lower lip. “Mmmph.”
“Someone needs his slutty little hole filled, doesn’t he?”
“Please,” he said, breathless. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his caged cock.
Fin tossed off their shirt, then shucked down their pants and underwear. “Have your limits changed at all from what we’d discussed?” They slipped the straps of the harness on and tugged them up theirlegs. In a few deft movements, they slipped the vibe into the front pocket, and they fed the cock through the O-ring. Whenever it settled in place, a little burst of euphoria shot through their veins.
“Not today, no.”
“And we’re still using the stoplight system,” Fin confirmed, prowling toward him. Their cock bobbed with the movements, and they popped on the vibe in the harness. The familiar hum filled the air, the vibrations traveling straight to their clit. Fuck, that felt good. “Since we haven’t done anything fully stripped down, I’m going to clarify a few things. Penetrative is off-limits with me—not even a finger in either hole. My clit’s fine, though, so on occasion, I’ll let you suck me off there.”
However, tonight, with Ollie’s pretty hole on clear display, they had one thing in mind.
“Keep those pretty legs spread,” they drawled. “I’m going to devour that hole, sweetness.”
“Oh god.” Ollie tipped his head back, drawing his trembling legs wider.
“Your blood sugar levels okay?” Fin asked.
“Yeah, I’m great,” he said, even though his legs still slightly shook. As they sank between his thighs, the reason clarified.
Fin had missed the details before, but Ollie had raised thin white scars covering the inside of his thighs. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out what they were. They held his legs steady, their grip causing the trembling to die down. “Are the scars a trigger?”
He opened his mouth and closed it, the tension in the room growing thicker. “They aren’t.” He paused, his legs twitching as if to hide himself. “How did you know?”
“To ask? I’m trans, Ollie. If anyone gets that bodies are minefields, it’s me.” Their heart twisted hard. They’d suspected depths to OliverHale, but they never would’ve expected scars like these. Their heart lurched in response, a camaraderie unfolding. They might’ve never cut, but they’d definitely hit points where they’d wanted to die.
He made to close his thighs again, and they tightened their grip.
“You’re sexy as fuck,” Fin said. His gaze softened, the vulnerability so intense in those deep brown eyes that their throat squeezed tight. Fuck. They didn’t get this deep with play partners, didn’t sink beneath the surface, but with the openness in their hands right now, they also couldn’t pull away. “If anything is too much, use your safe words.”
With that, they lowered between his thighs. However, instead of aiming for his hole, they ran the tip of their tongue along his scars. Memorizing them. Acknowledging them. They were a part of his tapestry, his strength, his pain, and they saw every ounce of him.
Ollie’s legs trembled, but when they glanced up, his eyes were glazed with the sheen of tears.
“Okay?” they checked in.
“Keep going,” he said, his voice thick.
