“Uh huh.” His ass clenched reflexively the more Shane stared him down. “You looking at me like that does it for me.”
“Good. Show me what you do next.” The tip of Shane’s cock was damp and Brandt wanted to taste it almost as much as he wanted to keep the show going.
“Sometimes I go slow, play around with my balls and outside of my hole.” He swept a hand over his balls, pausing to tug them lightly. “But more often, I go ahead and get the lube.”
He grabbed the tube. It was half full, so Shane probably had a good idea of how often Brandt played like this. But instead of embarrassed, all he felt was emboldened. Damn right he liked playing with his ass and Shane liked watching, and the intersection of the two wants was perfection. Already, he was harder than he could remember being.
“So much rushing,” Shane chided as he leisurely stroked his own cock, far slower than Brandt could ever manage. “It’s a wonder you don’t jump out of the plane at two thousand feet.”
“Ha. Fair point. But it’s hard to go slow when I know how good it can get.” Slicking his fingers up, Brandt started tracing little circles around his rim, trying for the tease, but already wanting more. He pushed a finger in, and immediately his hips rocked upward, seeking.
“Tell me. How’s it feeling now?” Shane’s whisper was seductive as fuck, commanding but curious too.
“Tight. Alive. Like I want more.” His own voice was needier now, little moans escaping as he worked his finger deeper.
“Do it. Can you do two?”
“Ah...” He’d been about to add the second on his own, but having Shane direct him was hot as fuck. His ass pinched as he scissored his fingers a little. He pulled his legs back more so he could go deeper. “Yeah. That stretches. But it’s good. So good. Hard to keep this position though which is why I love the toys. Easier to reach.”
Withdrawing his fingers, he quickly put a condom on the largest of the toys and lubed it up.
“Sure you’re ready for that one?” Shane’s hand sped up a little and his breath hitched. “It’s big.”
“You’re bigger.” Brandt wasn’t going for flattery. Shane was wider than the toy for sure, probably a little longer too, and damn Brandt couldn’t wait to have him inside of him.
“True.” Shane’s rough breathing said he’d liked the compliment, but he somehow managed to sound vaguely interested not dying for it like Brandt.
“You like that thought, don’t you? You fucking me.”
Still with the too-calm tone, Shane gripped his cock tighter. “You know I do.”
Maybe showing off wasn’t the best use of Brandt’s time. Need rose up in him, other fantasies he’d waited far too long to make reality.
“Do you want...”
“Not this time.” Shane’s voice was far more even than Brandt’s. His smooth control only served to make Brandt that much more determined to see him unravel. “I want to see you take that toy. Want you to come on it.”
“Damn. I’m regretting not making you sit closer. Wanna touch you.”
Giving a dirty chuckle, Shane gestured at the slicked-up toy. “I think your hands are about to be a little busy...”
“Fuck right.” Spreading his legs wider, Brandt positioned the toy at his rim. “So, everyone’s a little different, at least judging by porn. Some go fast. Some go slow, ease it in, little by little.”
“I don’t even have to guess which camp you’re in.”
“Guess I am predictable. Get through the stretch part so I can fast forward to the part where I’m all full and the pressure on my gland is so good. That’s when I like to linger a little, edge until I can’t stand it.”
“Do that.” The hard edge to Shane’s voice made Brandt’s cock throb. “Get it in there, show me what you like.”
“Yeah.” Brandt pushed the toy in, steady like he liked, not so fast as to court a harsh sting, but enough that his body shuddered as it tried to adjust to the intrusion. His rim burned, but already the fullness was chasing that sensation away, replacing it with deep pleasure. He lacked Shane’s way with words, but it didn’t much matter because all he could do was moan softly anyway as he went deeper.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking hot.” Shane was leaning back in the chair now, stroking his cock, one hand flicking his nipple. Brandt wanted to do that for him, preferably with him buried in Brandt’s ass, moaning just like that at how good it felt.
“Tell me,” Brandt demanded as he rocked his hips to take the toy a little deeper.
“Turns me on, watching you open like this, taking it so good. Give yourself more.” Finally, Shane’s voice had more waver to it, more proof that he was as close to the edge as Brandt.
“Trying.” Brandt’s eyes screwed closed as he delved deeper, letting awareness of Shane fade so that it was simply him and the toy, doing what he liked.
“That’s it.” Shane’s voice cut through his pleasure fog, but instead of making him tense, the praise made him melt further. “I want you to find that spot. The one you keep raving about.”
Brandt had been close before Shane spoke, and his command was all it took for him to angle the toy upward, pressing into his prostate now. “Aaah. There.”
“Jesus. Your eyes rolled back in your head. So fucking sexy. Do that again.”
Shane didn’t have to ask him twice. Brandt started fucking himself in earnest then, long, deep strokes that had him panting. “Fuck. Yes.”
“You ever come without a hand on your dick?” Leaning forward, Shane rubbed Brandt’s foot, a grounding touch, a welcome reminder that he was more than a detached audience member.
“Couple times.” Brandt loved the memory of those solo sessions, but no way was he going to last that long now. “Not...usually...patient.”
“Not surprised there.” Laughing, Shane resumed stroking his cock, voice all confident. “Bet I could make you wait.”
Brandt wanted to drown in Shane’s confidence, let his demands carry him higher than he could go on his own. “Hell yes you could.”
The thought of coming on Shane’s cock had him reaching for his cock, needing to chase the edge that much faster.
“No. Not yet.” Shane’s harsh command stilled Brandt’s hand. “Get closer. So close you’re gonna die if you don’t touch your cock.”
“Fuck. You don’t ask for much.” Even as he complained, Brandt still moved his free hand away and started fucking himself faster with the dildo, hard thrusts that had his back arching and thigh muscles shaking. “Right...there...now. Please. Now.”