That would be cold now. Sometimes he’d put it in warm water because the heat and the slick power of it . . . He focused on Nick’s bulge, took the dildo, and positioned it.
Would Nick be larger than this? Certainly more human.
As he pressed, the dildo opened him beautifully, and Spencer couldn’t help the groan at the stretch. He licked his lips, tried to get more comfortable, then slowly pushed the toy deeper, getting used to being filled and ful , body tightening up against the invasion. He sometimes pretended he was being forced, and pushed in hard enough to hurt, but right now, he was in a weirdly mellow, receptive mood, no doubt because somebody was watching him. And Nick was. Never turned away, never unfocused, never spaced out; he just stood there, lips curled in a slight smile, amused, cocky, and watched every movement.
Spencer remembered to breathe. “Am I . . . am I supposed to come or . . .”
“Just go on. I’m here.”
No doubt. Spencer concentrated on the pleasure, ignoring that it was his own hand doing this, and just enjoyed the soft, insistent slide, the pressure against his muscles and sweet spot.
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His erection was completely gone, but the other pleasure was so much sweeter.
A familiar sound grabbed at the edges of his attention.
He knew the sound, that amalgamation of a creak and a vibration, but couldn’t place it for some reason. His brain was just too tangled up in the increasingly amazing sensations and the terrifying-exciting-intimidating-addictive feeling of being watched.
So he opened his eyes. Turned his head.
Fucking hell. Nick’s zip.
And in the time it had taken him to sort that in his mind, Nick had done more than just unzip his trousers, and now he was stroking his dick while he watched Spencer. In fact, he stroked it at exactly the same speed Spencer fucked himself with the toy. Slow, the rhythm changing every few seconds but still staying maddeningly smooth and languid.
Spencer didn’t even care about the clock anymore.
Watching Nick stroke himself while Spencer moved the toy in and out was just too hot to care about anything else.
Nick stroked himself faster. Spencer moved the toy faster.
And that was when it dawned on him: Nick hadn’t been mimicking his speed. He’d been mimicking Nick’s. Changing whenever he did. Obeying an unspoken command.
And he’d never been so turned on in his life. Never.
Didn’t matter what happened for the rest of the time they had together, he’d already gotten his money’s worth. Fuck.
Nick slowed down, and then stopped. So did Spencer.
He got a little thrill out of the subtle flush of Nick’s neck and chest, the hint of colour in his cheeks. Nick’s pupils weren’t completely blown yet, but they were getting there.
“No more with the toy.” Nick didn’t seem even a little out of breath or flustered, no matter what his eyes and skin tone said. “Get me a condom.”
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Excitement rippled through Spencer’s body, curling his toes even as he withdrew the toy. He set it aside and picked up one of the foil packets. When he turned back, Nick had come closer. Soundlessly, too. Like he’d been over there and was now right here, and neither Spencer nor physics could explain how.
“Put it on.”
Spencer didn’t hesitate. He tore the packet with his teeth, rolled the condom onto Nick’s substantial cock. Once it was on, he looked up at Nick.
“Lube.”
Oh, yes. Finally . . .
He poured some lube onto his hand and covered Nick’s cock with it. Obeying a sharp gesture from Nick, he lay back on the bed again.
Nick didn’t say a word. He pushed Spencer’s legs further apart and guided himself to his very, very ready arse. Spencer bit his lips as Nick pressed in, and even though he was well-prepped and wanted it so fucking bad, he wasn’t ready when Nick breached him. It wasn’t painful by any means, just . . .
intense. Incredibly intense. He vaguely remembered telling Nick he liked it rough, but in the back of his mind, he wondered if he could handle it rough right now.
Oh God, no, there’s no way . . .
But in spite of Spencer’s earlier insistence he liked it that way, Nick was being anything but rough right now. Rather, he was precise. Slow. Whether to give Spencer time to adjust or because he got a kick out of withholding what Spencer wanted, Spencer wouldn’t have dared to guess. He’d most likely be wrong. Nick moved as slowly as if he had no needs; he was controlled like no partner Spencer had ever had, so 38
Spencer relaxed and thought about the man’s hand on his hair. Relaxed into that remembered sensation.
“That’s better,” Nick said, and Spencer smiled at the approval.
Nick kept pushing forward, until Spencer felt his carefully-trimmed pubes against his arse. Ful . Tight. Shuddering. He lifted his legs further, exposing himself more to Nick’s cock, and Nick took them by the underside of his thighs, pushing them further up. He didn’t use them for leverage, not yet, but the guy was strong, and this seemed designed to remind him of that. Spencer relaxed. Breathed.
Nick ground a bit against him. “Tell me how that feels.”