Page 82 of Filtration Play
Ollie’s hole grew more comfortable as they moved their arm inside him, and they crooked their fingers. He let out an explosive yell.
The squeeze of his heat around their arm, the sheer, precise control he handed over to them—everything elevated Fin higher. They were so close to detonating that only a few sucks of their clit would send them over the edge.
Ollie’s cock bobbed, the length hard and leaking. He was so consumed as they fisted him that he didn’t even look at his cock or make any attempt to grab it. He lay there in pure surrender, his lashes fluttering, his mouth gaping with beautiful fucking moans, and his body opened for them completely.
They moved their fingers in more until they formed a fist inside him, and he let out an earth-shattering cry. His thighs full out shook, the movements causing the mattress to quake.
“You like that, sweetness?” Fin asked.
“Mmph,” Ollie moaned, unable to form sentences.
A ferocious pride swelled in Fin’s chest. Their beautiful sub, their beautiful boyfriend, had taken them completely.
“My gorgeous baby.” Tenderness flooded them as they pulled back and thrust in again. Each time, Ollie cried out, his eyes rolling back, his whole body shaking.
Fuck, they loved him so much.
“Oh god, I’m going to explode,” he cried out. His limbs were shaking, and he looked like he’d hit his limits fast and hard soon.
“Need to come, sweetness?” they asked.
Ollie’s throat bobbed with his swallow, but as they thrust in with their fist again, they reached around and gripped his cock. All it took was a few strokes.
Ollie exploded, his cock spurting thick white ropes of cum, up across his chest, over their fingers, splattering in droplets on the sheets beneath. The ecstasy crashing over his features was something Fin wanted to memorize. They pumped their fist inside him as he rode out the orgasm. Their need had reached a crescendo, the ache between their thighs a vicious thing.
They slowly began the extraction process, drawing their hand down. They undid their fist, straightening their fingers to make the shift as easy as possible. As they drew their hand out of him, Ollie’s cries rang through the room. His hole was gaping after the way they’d ravaged it, and pride surged again as they ran their fingertips around the stretched-out rim. Fuck, that was beyond hot.
“Okay, sweetness,” they said. “We’re going to take our time getting into the shower, and then you’re going to get on your knees in there and eat me out.”
“Oh holy fuck, yes.” The words came out in a slur. Guaranteed exhaustion stole over him in the wake of the adrenaline rush and crash, but they needed to get him cleaned up, clean themself up, and they desperately needed to come.
Fin peeled Ollie up off the bed. They were both a mess—covered in cum and lube—and Fin brought him toward the bathroom again.
“You’re going to want this shower,” they said. “Trust me.”
“Mmm.” Ollie leaned against them, his lashes fluttering.
“Stay with me, baby.” They turned on their stall shower and then guided him in. It wasn’t massive, but they managed to cram both of them inside it.
“Turn around,” they directed. Ollie complied, albeit slowly, and they squirted body wash onto their hand, lathering it to clean his hole and his torso with careful precision. The only sound was the heavy thrum of the water pouring down on them. The heat relaxed their muscles, already getting rid of the cum. They scrubbed their arm that had been inside him with body wash, taking a bit more effort to get clean. While they worked, they pressed kisses against his back, the water imprinting on their lips each time.
Ollie braced himself against the wall of the shower, barely holding himself upright.
“Okay, baby,” they said. “Get on your knees.”
Ollie lowered down, but there wasn’t much space, so Fin didn’t waste time before getting up in his. They spread their legs and placed a hand behind his head, drawing his mouth to their clit.
“Suck me,” they commanded, and he followed suit.
The bundle of nerves was oversensitive and ready to burst, and Fin tilted their head back, enjoying the spray of water beating down on them.
“Fuck,” they murmured as he lapped and sucked at them with more enthusiasm than expected, as if greedy for every taste he got. His mouth was hot, and each stroke sent more and more pleasure rushing through them, building at an exponential pace.
Except they’d been turned on and ready to detonate through the entire fisting, and all it took was a few harsh sucks.
“Goddamn.” One moment, they teetered on the knife’s edge, the pain of the insistent ache growing so intense they could scream, and the next, their clit spasmed, the orgasm rushing through them with a steam-engine force. Their thighs tensed, their whole body locking up as their release ran away with them.
Holy fuck.
