[James barely even has to do anything: just having him close, fingers brushing up his spine, sends shivers down it. Garrett could moan just from having his hair pulled, were it not for the toy filling him up. James is right there in front of his helplessly open mouth, and doesn't that just make his mouth water with pure hunger
Then more filth, sending a pleasant flush through him with that unique blend of being degraded and feeling seen. Yes, he loves it, and it's so freeing to be with someone who loves to take advantage so completely.
Something about that satisfaction twists or shatters when the vibrator turns on. There's really only one person Garrett associates vibrations with, the person who introduced him to the sensation for the first time in his life, the person who played with it every day and every time they were together. The day after Barry vanished, Garrett put all the vibrating toys in a shoebox to hide somewhere, unable to bear the memories and associations his body held.
It feels so familiar: slender and long just like that was, vibrating so deep inside him that he sees stars. His toes curl a little and hands clench into fists as a distressed note creeps into his slurred, open-mouthed whining. The torment is completely at odds with how good it feels, and how quickly his arousal spikes into dire need. The longer it goes on the harder it is to bear, until his cock is leaking and he's squirming and whining urgently around the gag, rushing towards that glorious edge.]
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Then more filth, sending a pleasant flush through him with that unique blend of being degraded and feeling seen. Yes, he loves it, and it's so freeing to be with someone who loves to take advantage so completely.
Something about that satisfaction twists or shatters when the vibrator turns on. There's really only one person Garrett associates vibrations with, the person who introduced him to the sensation for the first time in his life, the person who played with it every day and every time they were together. The day after Barry vanished, Garrett put all the vibrating toys in a shoebox to hide somewhere, unable to bear the memories and associations his body held.
It feels so familiar: slender and long just like that was, vibrating so deep inside him that he sees stars. His toes curl a little and hands clench into fists as a distressed note creeps into his slurred, open-mouthed whining. The torment is completely at odds with how good it feels, and how quickly his arousal spikes into dire need. The longer it goes on the harder it is to bear, until his cock is leaking and he's squirming and whining urgently around the gag, rushing towards that glorious edge.]