Page 35 of Filtration Play
They nodded and got back to licking and tasting his thighs. Fuck. Their heart thrummed at a hummingbird’s pace as they continued to memorize each and every bit of him. There were many, many raised marks, dozens of silent screams, and Fin lapped at them all, the skin warm and delicious. The protective urge surged strongly inside them, to the point it grew feral. Fuck, they wanted to keep him curled up in their arms, to shield them from how shitty the world could be. Even though he’d seen that on his own.
His legs trembled a little again as they continued to nip and suck at his scars, tasting and teasing. When they pulled back, tears glimmered in his eyes and the tracks down his cheeks were visible. Their chest spasmed. Ollie was similar enough to them to know better than to askif he was okay. The emotional call-out would make him retract, and they wanted him bared completely.
“I’m not done with you yet,” they said. “Not with this delicious hole here to taste.”
“Fuck,” he gasped.
They settled onto their stomach, gripped his ass cheeks on either side, and lowered their mouth to the furled skin. He tasted a little musky and sweet, and a string of curses flew from his lips as they lapped at him. His ass was muscular and sexy as sin in their palms, and the way they held him placed his hole in offering. Seeing his cock in the cage sent a shock of adrenaline through them.
Tonight, Ollie was all theirs.
The possessive urge had never struck them this fiercely, but in this moment, they wanted to breed him, to claim him, to fuck him until he grew mindless.
They lapped and nipped and sucked at his hole, spit dripping from him onto their comforter. Ollie writhed in their hands, his moans the most gorgeous melody. The way this big guy melted was so damn hot, and they were obsessed with his taste, his sounds, his every move. Fuck, they could eat him out for days. He was so responsive, his thighs flexing, his fingers curling into the comforter. His thighs bracketed their face, his body furnace hot, and he tasted fucking addictive, a mixture of sweet and musk they could devour forever.
“Oh god,” Ollie moaned.
Fin lifted their head. “The cage feeling tight, babe? Your hole craving more?”
Before he could respond, they dipped down again and thrust their tongue inside him as deep as they could, just fucking it in and out of his hole. Ollie writhed in their grasp, but they gripped him tighter. Their cock dug into the mattress, the base pressing the bullet vibeeven harder against their clit. It wasn’t enough to come, but the light pressure felt damn good. Goddamn, they could eat him out all day.
“Please.” He tried to shift his hips, to ride their tongue.
They pulled back, wiping their forearm over their mouth. Spit dripped down his crack, a puddle on the bed beneath him. Lust flowed through them at the sight of his glistening hole, and the need to fill him up, to breed him full of their cum grew so intense.
“Okay,” they said, their voice ragged. “I’m going to fuck you with my regular cock first, and then I’m going to fuck that needy hole again and come inside you.”
Ollie glanced at the other cock sitting on the end of the bed with the syringe filled. “You can come in me with that?”
“Hell yes, baby. As often as you want. I can breed you until you’re dripping.”
His nostrils flared, and he clutched the comforter a little tighter. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
“Aww, someone wants that slutty hole oozing cum, don’t they?” Fin’s insides heated as they tapped Ollie’s hole, and a ragged breath escaped him. “Let’s get you nice and opened up for it.”
They grabbed the set of wrist and ankle restraints and set to work wrapping them around. Once the restraints were in place, they brought his arms and legs to the anchors they had attached to the four corners of their bed, which kept his arms and legs splayed out.
“How do they feel?” Fin ran their fingertips along the band wrapped around his wrist.
“Really good,” he murmured. Pre-cum had formed a pool on his stomach, and they looked forward to tagging his prostate long and hard. After a lengthier stint with the cock cage, his prostate would be enlarged and more responsive than ever, which made it ripe for torment.
They squirted a hefty amount of lube onto their palm, coated their cock, and rubbed the rest on his hole. God, Ollie was hot as sin. Given how relaxed the muscle was from getting eaten out, they shouldn’t need to prep.
Fin notched the head of their cock against his hole, and with little resistance, they sank inside him. “Damn, baby,” they purred. “That ass pulled me right in.”
Ollie’s cheeks were flushed, and with the brightness in his eyes from earlier, his tousled dark hair, his mouth slightly ajar—fuck, he was the hottest thing they’d ever seen. His knees were bent, his heels digging into the mattress, since they’d given enough slack on the restraints for some flexibility while fucking. Now that they were buried completely inside him, the pressure of the vibe against their clit increased, and a little flutter danced through them.
Fin pulled back and slammed in again, drawing a long, loud moan from Ollie. “That’s right, sweetness. Tell me how much you love my cock.”
“So much.” He shifted his hips as if trying to fuck himself on their cock, but the restraints tugged at his arms and legs, keeping him from moving more.
“Mmm, you’re just going to stay still and pretty for me as I breed you,” Fin continued the slow rhythm of pulling back and pushing in. They liked to draw things out when they could, to tease and toy with their subs as much as possible. The look of desperation, the pleading in their gazes, did it for Fin every time.
“I could bind you up on your hands and knees, your ass out in offering. I bet you could take so many of my cocks,” they said, their voice at an even tempo, along with their strokes. “We’ll line them up one after another.”
“Fuuuuck.” Ollie’s eyes flared with interest. God, he was so fun to play with. They rarely ever found subs whose interests aligned so well with theirs, but Ollie ticked every one of their boxes.
Fin fucked into him a little faster, and Ollie canted his head back, a long, low moan escaping from his lips. Clearly, they’d hit the prostate. Which meant they just needed to stay here and play a little while longer. Fin rammed into him again and again, each hard thrust sending a flicker of pleasure through them. The pressure had been slowly building as they teased him, and they were fucking dripping at this point.
