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Scale’s breath hitches.
It’s faint enough, so there’s no need for concern, no one could have possibly heard it, but the fact that it still happened is a problem. At least the low vibration in his ass can only be felt, not heard.
The idea to wear a plug to work had come to him after overhearing a conversation between Poe and Eli about wearing toys under their clothes in public. Just the thought of such a thing had him turned on beyond belief. Being stretched open all day? Filled up four hours on end? Everyone around him being none the wiser to his perversion? Scale had never thought himself to be an exhibitionist, but he’d been learning a lot about himself lately thanks to Marshmallow’s polycule.
Then Stirling had found out he’d started wearing a plug regularly and teased him about it, leading to a very raunchy evening together. Scale honestly hadn’t expected Stirling to learn about the wonderful world of app-controlled sex toys soon after though. The man had admitted to usually being a decade or so behind the modern era, so for him to learn how to use a smart phone just to be able to use such filthy apps…
Okay, Scale couldn’t lie, it was pretty hot. So was the idea of Stirling being able to control whatever plug Scale had in himself from anywhere in the world at any time. The only problem was his line of work: if he got caught, it wasn’t just embarrassment or reprimand he could face, but straight up death. He couldn’t risk his life just to get off, he wasn’t that depraved.
Boundaries were thoroughly discussed and put in place far faster than Scale would ever admit.
It was agreed that Stirling couldn’t ever use the app without Scale having a full warning and being able to approve or deny its use. If he were to be surprised in the middle of a high-risk assignment, he’d be the one to end up dead rather than his target. Or captured and brutally tortured. Or worse. Being an assassin was kind of a dangerous occupation, after all.
That being said, after Scale had gotten a taste for being teased in public and having to suppress his reactions, he couldn’t help but think of using it to train his stealth. He always had to keep his breathing and movements completely under control, completely quiet; what if something unexpected disrupted that though? Of course, jumping straight into the deep end and telling Stirling it was alright to mess with him whenever was a death wish, but what if he started out small? Baby steps. Just a little teasing with warning on a small, low risk mission. Be able to force his lover to stop whenever.
Currently, Scale was still rather touch-starved and sensitive to sensual touch: it was so easy to make him a mess with a few well-placed caresses. Imagine if he could train that weakness out of himself? At least for during work hours. He’d have far less vulnerabilities that way.
He was definitely only doing this for the training and work advantages.
Totally not for selfish horny reasons.
Obviously.
Anyways, just to get the proverbial toes wet, he’d just gave himself a small test goal: make his way through all the rooms in Marshmallow’s house without being detected. Easy. Perhaps a little embarrassment if he failed, but otherwise it was a no risk scenario.
Currently, Scale was wedged into a cabinet, waiting for Marshmallow to leave the kitchen again after coming in for… a drink of something. He couldn’t remember. He’d been distracted by the sudden onset of vibration in his ass. There was a steady, rhythmic change in the intensity, but it was manageable for now.
As soon as Marshmallow had left to rejoin whoever was in the living room, Scale slipped out of the cabinet and continued on. It only lasted a couple minutes before he had to quickly shut himself in a closet.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What was Stirling doing?! The vibration’s intensity had suddenly spiked for a second and came down again, before fluctuating at random. Scale was pretty sure he’d nearly cum from it. Back to the wall of the closet, he slid down to a slouched sit with one hand over his mouth and the other tightly gripping the front of his pants. He had half a mind to text Stirling and call the whole thing off, but holy fuck was he turned on. It took everything he had not to writhe or make noise as he squeezed his legs shut around his hand.
Focus, Scale! Focus, focus, focus. Just breathe-!
Then the toy was at max vibration and stayed there, and he didn’t know if that was better or worse than the unpredictable patterns because it was so intense and constant and he was losing his god damn mind from it. Tears were rolling down his cheeks from the frustration of all the teasing.
At least he wasn’t on a real mission. He’d be even more of a laughing stock than he already was after failing two assassinations because he broke the number one assassin rule: don’t fall in love (especially not with a target). Actually, they might finally kill him for his hubris. Or maybe they’d fuck him over it-
NO. WAIT. FUCK-
A tiny whimper snuck out at the horny image his brain conjured up:
Getting caught like this by an enemy, being helpless from how turned on he was and getting fucked by his captors... Afterwards, they’d deliver him back to the Order of Assassins so he could be fucked by his peers as punishment… Would it really be punishment if he was so willing and pliant though? He kind of hoped they’d put him in stocks and let anyone at him that wanted him, or maybe they’d stick him halfway through a wall like he’d read about in certain erotica…
Scale wasn’t sure when, but he’d started rutting against his own hand to get some relief. At this point, he had two choices:
One: he’d get himself under control calm down, and finish this training he’d given himself.
Two: he’d jerk himself off, go back to Stirling, and beg to be fucked.
Ugh, call him greedy, but he really wanted both. Or maybe he was just stubborn.
Okay, okay. New third option: he’d jerk himself off to get his arousal under control, finish the training, then go demand Stirling fuck him as compensation for messing with him.
Yes. He liked this new plan. He liked it very much.
He’d still text Stirling to take it down a few notches though, he wasn’t sure he could handle being overstimulated. The “training” was meant to help him ignore distractions better, not turn him into a horny mess in someone’s storage.
Scale pulled one glove off with his teeth and unfastened his belt as fast as possible, shoving his bare hand into his pants and jerking himself off. Oh hell, that felt amazing~ Even if he was still fully clothed, it was still such a relief to touch himself. A couple minutes later, he came with a barely suppressed moan.
Without anything to clean himself off with properly, he resigned himself to licking his hand clean while he messaged Stirling. Once the vibrations where at a minimum, he sighed and relaxed. Just a moment to breathe was all he needed, and then he’d redress and be on his way.