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Trev abruptly pulled away, tipping forward so he was on his knees straddling Jupiter’s shins. “Mm, that was nice.”

“Come on and let me finish,” Jupiter urged. “Then you can ride me, baby doll.”

“It’s all right.” Trev reached for the lube. “I’m thinking I’m gonna get myself ready.”

“Oh?”

“Uh-huh.” Trev peeled the plastic from around the lid and then unscrewed it to deftly remove the seal. “You’re going to be a good boy and watch, sir.”

Jupiter scoffed. “Am I now?”

Trev smirked when he heard the chains rattle, no doubt Jupiter trying to grab him. As planned, however, Trev had scooted far enough down Jupiter’s legs that he was out of his reach. Calmly drizzling lube onto his fingers, Trev teased, “Like I said, be a good boy and watch.”

Jupiter growled. “Or, you be a good boy and bring that sweet little ass back up here.”

Trev turned his head to look back at Jupiter and smile sweetly. “No.”

“Come on, baby doll.” Jupiter grunted. “We don’t know how much time we have?—”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Trev leaned forward, propping himself up on his elbow while he reached back to rub his fingers over his asshole. He smeared the lube around before plunging two right inside with a soft moan. “I’ll be sure to get off really fast?—”

“No,” Jupiter said firmly. “You’re not coming until I say so, baby doll.”

“Mmm, doesn’t seem like there’s much you can do about it with your new jewelry, sir,” Trev taunted as he fingered himself. This angle was awkward, but he knew it was killing Jupiter to see him fucking his hole like this and not being able to touch him.

He pushed in a third finger, using his other hand to spread his ass cheeks wide.

“Fuck,” Jupiter hissed.

“You like that, Daddy?” Trev bowed his head to the bed and arched his back.

“Yeah, I do.” Jupiter sounded breathless. “Come on.” He pulled down his zipper. “Why don’t you sit on back and get this cock in you? Quit messin’ around.”

“Mmm, no.” Trev could hear Jupiter stroking himself slowly, catching snippets of the telltale soft skin on skin sounds in between the wet strokes of his own fingers. He stretched his left hand over to his hole now, dipping in a finger. “I don’t think I’m ready yet…”

Jupiter grunted low. “Baby doll. What are you waiting for?”

“Not really sure…” Trev gasped as he twisted his fingers. “I’ll let you know in a minute.”

“Trev.” Jupiter’s tone was strained. “You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy.”

“That’s the point, sir.”

“Trev…”

Trev thrust his right hand harder, willing his body to open up so he could slip in more fingers from the left. He was getting so loose and soft, leisurely pumping his fingers in and out while Jupiter shifted beneath him. He could now squeeze in four fingers from each hand, and he knew he had to be gaping now.

He moaned as he pushed his fingers in deep and tugged, trying to pull himself open wider. The discomfort was minimal with how much care he’d used to stretch his hole, but he wanted more. He couldn’t get his fingers in far enough to give him the sweet ache that he longed for, and he didn’t think he could keep this up another second.

Dragging out this performance would certainly sweeten the ending, but Trev wanted Jupiter’s cock and he wanted it now.

He pulled his fingers free and then caressed his hole, sighing. “Fuck, do you see how open I am? How I wrecked my hole for you?”

“Yes,” Jupiter said shortly, out of breath. “I see it, baby.”

Trev pushed up on his hands, scooting back until his ass hit Jupiter’s chest. He sat down in his lap and tilted his hips so Jupiter’s cock slotted right between his cheeks. Jupiter immediately grabbed his hips and dug in his fingers as if to keep Trev trapped there, and Trev smirked. “You want it, Daddy?”

“You know I do.” Jupiter squeezed Trev’s hips.