Page 42 of Transfiguration
“Slower,” Con said, forcing Luca to keep from just yanking it out to prepare for the next part of their game. Con zoomed in on the plug, watching the giant thing stretch Luca’s rim wide until Con feared Luca’s ass would tear. Then it finally popped out. The giant bulbous end, slick, and Luca’s asshole gaping, clenching, and unclenching, as if keenly aware of its loss. A plug that big should have taken work to get nestled, but Sam had done it in minutes. And Con knew from experience that despite the stretch, Luca was going to be incredibly tight, his body gripping and demanding more from being worked to his limit.
The plug hung from the ties and stimulator with weight that Con would find uncomfortable, but Luca didn’t seem to mind. Con knew if he undid the ties, Luca would come repeatedly. Con wanted to be in him first, feeling that devilish body clenching around him, milking him.
Con paused the recording again, and pulled his cock from Luca’s sweet mouth, then dropped to his knees and turned Luca to the side, grabbing the lube to slick them both. “How much can we get for Sam, do you think? Will he come home sooner if I show you covered and dripping in my come?” Con asked.
“Yes. Oh please, yes,” Luca said.
Con pressed the tip of himself to Luca’s demanding hole. He paused as he stared in the mirror, wanting to ensure he caught the best angle to tease Sam with. How much of this had Sam enjoyed while Con was away? He’d have loved a video of Sam splitting Luca wide, but Sam didn’t enjoy seeing himself on video. Con shoved Luca’s leg up, centering them around and hitting record so he could catch the press in as Luca’s ass swallowed his dick all the way to the root.
“Fuck,” Con muttered. He struggled to keep recording, as he wanted to fuck Luca raw. He turned the camera away from the mirror and focused it on his cock nestled deep in Luca’s hole, sliding out and back in. Luca moaned and tried to shove his hips back into Con to get more friction, but Con slapped his ass hard, leaving a red handprint. “Behave. I’m virtual fucking you for Sam right now.”
“Please,” Luca said.
“Please what?” Con asked. “You know if I untie you, it’s all over, and you don’t want this to be over already, do you?”
“No,” Luca whined.
Con slid his cock out, leaving just the tip, and added two fingers as he slid back in, spreading his fingers as soon as they passed the rim, stretching Luca. Luca cried out, his body clamping down around Con’s intrusion. “Fuck, more, please.”
“I could fit my entire hand in beside my dick,” Con said, wriggling his fingers. “But we save that for Sam, don’t we? He can shove both of his small hands up your ass and feel your heartbeat and you love every minute.”
“Yes,” Luca whispered.
Con pulled his fingers out and stopped the recording. “He’ll have to get the rest firsthand… ha… hand,” Con laughed goofily at his own joke. He set the phone down and grabbed Luca’s hips. “Going to breed you now. Fill you with my come until you’re dripping. How do you feel about that?”
“Yes.”
Con tightened his grip, knowing he couldn’t hurt Luca, maybe bruise him a little, but he pulled out and slammed in, setting a punishing pace. He dripped with sweat as his body smashed into Luca’s. Luca trying to grip him and hold him from inside, ass clenching as he shoved back to meet Con’s every thrust.
Con wouldn’t last long. Luca’s body milked him hard, the buzzing of the toy against his taint making him clench with need, while the bonds kept him from spurting. Con felt the first burst of heat pour from him. He groaned, slowing his pounding thrust and grabbing the camera again. Focusing it on his cock sliding in and out and the mess of come that he swirled around him, coating himself and sliding out all the way to coat Luca’s gripping hole.
“More,” Luca begged.
“Greedy fucker,” Con said. He jerked himself, sliding the sensitive underside of his tip around Luca’s ring, and pushing just that bit inside. The muscle clenching and unclenching, milking him hard as he moaned and came again, the spooge spurting around the tip and dripping down Luca’s ass. Con zoomed in, hoping the video wasn’t as shaky as he felt. “Ready, love?” Con asked as he reached for the string that would undo Luca’s bound up cock. “You’re going to come like a geyser.”
“Yes,” Luca moaned. “Put your fingers in me, please.”
“Only two hands, babe. Means you’ll have to pull the string. You’ve been super good; can you do that when I tell you?”
“Yes, please,” Luca begged, hips trembling, his cock dark and engorged. Con thought it might be painful, but Luca never claimed it was.
“How many fingers do you want?” Con asked, sliding one in, slick with his come, and massive amounts of lube, teasing at Luca’s channel.
“Fuck, more. All of them.”
Con smiled and leaned forward to kiss Luca’s ass cheek. Sometimes Sam bit him there, feeding from him as he made him come again. Con didn’t have that option, but he thought at that moment of the number of times he’d watched. He took a big mouthful of Luca’s flesh and bit down, not hard enough to break skin. Con didn’t have fangs anyway, but enough to worry at the muscle between his teeth, making Luca gasp. He pulled back and slid three more fingers in, carefully angling his hand, as Con’s fists were much larger than Sam’s. He’d never gone to his wrists like Sam often did, more afraid he’d hurt Luca than anything else. But that plug had been huge.
“You want all in?” Con asked, sliding four fingers bunched together until he hit the knuckles and widest part of his hand.
“Yes,” Luca demanded.
Con curved his thumb in toward his palm and worked it in, the slick of his come, the sweat and the remaining slick from the giant plug helping ease his glide. He hesitated at the base of his palm, the widest part of his hand. Luca grabbed the lube and dripped a bunch more over Con’s hand, coating him in slick.
“More,” Luca demanded, wriggling his hips on Con’s hand.
“You sure?”
“Yes, fuck. I’m so close.”