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“Oh c’mon, Kevin.”
“I said no—actually, I said hell no.”
“But why? It’s just—“ Toby interrupts themselves with a laugh, waving at the sweeping red letters above the building. I glare at the dark windows and scantily clad mannequins inside. “It’s just a Cindie’s. Have you never been to a sex shop before?”
The red lights of the sign bounce off their grin, and illuminate my own furiously blushing reflection scowling back at me. “Well…no. Have you?”
“Where’d you think I got my vibrator from? Walmart?”
“Amazon.”
Toby chuckles, looping their arm around my waist. I circle their shoulders, and the shotgun on their back is cold on my bicep. “I won’t push it if you really mean it, Koop,” Toby whispers, standing up on their toes to kiss my neck.
I don’t really mean it. I know they know this. When I let out a groan-curse-sigh and pull them by their hand to the door, Toby manages to keep in a giggle.
Door wasn’t unlocked, but it was easy to pick. As we thought though, completely deserted, and I was being honest—I’ve never been in a sex shop before.
It’s…a bit more stark and stale than I was expecting.
Though I guess an apocalypse will do that to any retail establishment.
Toby kisses my knuckles and releases my hands, wandering right as they turn on a flash light. I lock the door behind us and lay a mannequin across the threshold for extra precaution, muttering an apology to the plastic being when she ends up face down.
“Babe?” I ask, careful to not raise my voice too loud.
“In the dressing room,” is a soft response.
I snort and mutter under my breath, “There’s a dressing room…?” then I can only imagine why Toby would feel the need to be in a dressing room in a sexy store like this, and I start to smirk and feel a heat creep up my chest.
The flash light bounces around near a back corner, and I shake my head and scout out the rest of the store, making sure it’s empty, before I go left for the employee break room. The fridge is off and I don’t dare open it, but there’s a few bags of unexpired potato chips and some warm waters on the counter. Ripping open a bag of Frito’s, I crunch on chips and scope out flavored condoms, an assortment of colorful bachelor and bachelorette party favors.
I choke on chips when I turn around and I’m met with an entire wall of phallic silicon. “Dear God.”
“Variety,” Toby says, coming up to my side. I offer them the bag of chips, but before they can put their hand into it, I yank it back. “What—”
“What were you doing in the dressing room?” I squint, chewing and smirking.
Toby sucks on a tooth. “Maybe you’ll find out if you offer me a chip.”
I hum and extend the bag, and my eyes trail back toward the wall. When my stare lands on something specific, I think back to the night on the old sofa in Washington, and where my thoughts had wandered off to while Toby helped me uh…relieve some stress of the day.
“What if…” Toby peeks up at me and I clear the crack out of my throat. “What if we um. W-we tried…something.”
Their brows slowly lift with curiosity. “What’re you thinking?” they ask, crunching on a rather large chip. Their stare is unsubtle as hell when it trails from my head to my boots, then finds a spot in the middle near my belt.
I angle my chin, and they turn around. When they don’t immediately see it, I put my hand on their head and maneuver their stare.
Then calculatingly slow, they move back to me, grinning. “Yeah?”
My cheeks burn. “I mean—we don’t have to if you don’t—”
“Oh, ho, ho, I didn’t say I didn’t want to,” they chuckle, hopping over for the box. They pull it from the wall and lower it to their hips, and their smile then is a little maniacal, and yeah I definitely regret this immediately. “Think this will fit—”
“Shut up, forget it said anything,” I grunt, embarrassed and flustered.
“No, no, no—” they jog toward me and hook their elbow in mine, forcing me to face them. “Tell me. I wanna hear you say it.”
“I’m not gonna say it,” I grit through my teeth.
Toby tilts their head. They take a step and push me back. Another step, and I stumble on my heel—my ass hits the counter and the darkness in their eyes is making my heart slam into my ears. They set the box down and put their hands on either sides of the counter by my hips. “Say it. Ask me.”
When I open my mouth to speak, all I do is shudder. “T-Toby…”
“Use your words,” they whisper.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
Toby laughs. “Good word, but not quite. What do you want me to do with this?” they ask, nudging their toe to the box.
Swallowing, I try to stand up taller. I can do this—shit, it was my idea in the first place. I want this. God, I want this. “I…I want you to f-fuck me, Toby,” I rasp. “I want you to use the strap-on with me.”
Their ears lift with a smile, and they stand on their toes, leaning into my chest. “Good boy for using your words.”
“Jesus, fuck—” Toby grips my collar and pulls me down to kiss them, and it’s hot and slightly terrifying at the same time. When I can’t help but moan a little into their mouth, they swallow the noise, smiling against me; they turn us both until they’re against the counter. Before I can stoop and lift them onto the counter, Toby drops to their knees. “Baby—”
They unbuckle my belt and tug my jeans open, smirking up at me. “What?”
“Y-you’re…here?”
“Yes, here, unless you’re suddenly shy?” I shiver when their hand comes around my dick, puling me from my boxers and jeans. “Yes or no, Kev?”
“Yes—fuck—” Toby devours me immediately; their nose almost presses near my abdomen and my hands tangle in their hair. I groan and buck into their mouth, and Toby chuckles and holds my hips, encouraging me to take up a rhythm. I force my head down to look at them “A-are you…can I—”
“Fuck my throat, Kevin, and I’ll fuck you next,” they reply, voice husky and scratchy already.
Another curse hisses through my teeth, and I revel in using their mouth, plunging my dick down their throat. They whimper and look at me in tears, eyes glistening; their nails dig into my hips, and I grip the counter with one hand, using the other to guide them, protecting the back of their head from hitting the counter. “You always feel so damn good,” I growl, grinding into their mouth. Toby whimpers and I smirk at their legs shifting closer. “You getting wet down their for me? You love having me deep in your throat, huh?”
I get a little nod and a tear slips down their cheek. “I wanna come with you in me, baby,” I moan, hips stuttering before I start to pull out. “I want to wait until we’re home. T-that okay?” Toby gasps softly and nods, drool on their lips. “But fuck, you make it hard.”
They grin and let me help them stand, and they start to respond when I go in for a deep kiss, holding in a smirk when they sigh and melt into me. “Take me home, then, Kooper,” they whisper.
—
We get home and I hop into the shower just out of precaution, but the longer I’m under the hot water, the more tired I get. Toby seemed a little sleepy by the time we got home a few minutes ago, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I left the bathroom and found them passed out in bed. They’ve done that a few times, not that I mind.
Letting out a loud yawn, I turn off the faucet and dry off before I pull on the boxers I grabbed. I’m a little nervous the moment had passed, and my fantasies were about to get put on the back burner until we both have more energy.
The kitchen light flicks off as I come out of the bathroom, expecting Toby in their boxers like me, maybe leaving the kitchen with a bedtime snack. And yet.
And yet.
I think…every blood cell in my body.
Just rushed straight to my dick.
We might be living in hell on earth right now with an apocalypse.
But holy fucking shit, I think heaven on earth must be Toby, right now, in pearly white, lacy lingerie.
It’s some sort of bra and underwear set with a waist belt—little clips dangle down like they’d attach to stockings. The underwear arches high up their hips and has a bow on either side. The bra plunges and shows off the almost connecting point of their chest scars.
Every single scrap of the set could so easily come apart with my teeth.
They rub anxiously at their arm and smile, turning in a slow circle—the goddamn thing is a thong, Lord give me strength. “We um…” they clear their throat an speak even softer, “we never got a wedding night.”
All I can manage is, “Oh, baby,” and I’m across the room and wrapping around them. Toby squeaks in surprise when I crouch and lift them, making their legs come around my hips. I don’t bother with the mattress. I shove them into the wall.
“W-wait—”
“No.”
Toby laughs and then I’m kissing them, hands groping every inch of them that I can. The lingerie is soft and rough under my fingers and little lacy bits catch on my callouses, and I’m growling against their mouth when they roll their hips. “I’m gonna destroy this,” I grunt, tugging on the waist belt. “Can I—”
“Not like I paid for it,” they smirk.
I grin and take it in my fist. With a twist and a yank, it tears right in half. Toby gasps and looks between us as I fumble with my boxers. They’re nodding before I can even ask— “Can I be inside you?”
“Yes, yeah.” They claw at my shoulders and I push the flimsy underwear aside and slide like ease into them. We both groan into another kiss, and Toby hugs their legs to my waist as I slam into them. Then they’re laughing again. “Wait, hold you, you said—”
“I know what I said, forget it.” I shove Toby higher up the wall and press my knee below them for leverage. “That was before you were wearing this.” I grope at their chest and they arch against me. “Before you came out and spoke so sweet wearing this, honey.”
“You like that?” They start to smirk when their face contorts, brow pinching with a shudder. “Oh—oh, fuck, right th—”
I hit the same spot and grin at how fast their eyes roll. They clench around me and their arms grip my neck. Damn, if I get Toby to come without even touching their clit, my whole life is made. They start to whimper and can’t even get my name out anymore, and I pick up my pace and fuck even deeper, harder, chasing the way they start to writhe. “C’mon, baby doll, come with me.”
Toby outright whines. “Call me that again—”
“Baby doll, you feel so damn good,” I huff, gripping their thighs against me until they’re off the wall, and I’m somehow plunging into them just by holding them. “You gonna come on my dick for me, honey?”
Their legs twitch and their head throws back, and I feel the wet rush of their orgasm as they tighten like a fist around me. My knee buckles and I lean forward, pressing them against the wall. I only get out, “Can I?” before they’re nodding and kissing me messily. One more thrust and I groan and go rigid, coming harder than ever, until my vision whites out and I lose my hearing a little.
Toby’s panting in my arms, shaking, and I slowly set them down, keeping them pinned between me and the wall. “Well, um…” they mutter, smiling softly up at me.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
They laugh. “Don’t apologize.”
“Your fault.”
“Oh, I know. Water. Snack. And then don’t think I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Kooper.”
My brow knits. “I…I mean. Are you sure?”
They squint at me. “Tell me yes, you want to, or no, you don’t want to.”
I swallow and nod. “Y-yes, I want to. If you—”
“I do.” They stand on their toes and kiss my chin, then they smirk and adjust the lingerie and stroll for the bathroom to clean up. Staring at their ass, I feel my tired dick twitch a little, and I sigh and wipe my forearm over my face before fixing my boxers and going toward the kitchen to wash my hands.
Toby comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, and the gentle smile they send me when they see the cheese and fruit plate I set up is so sweet and innocent compared to the sexy outfit they’re still wearing. “You’re gonna kill me, flouncing around in that getup,” I murmur.
They wink at me and pop a grape in their mouth. “You like it.”
“I do like it.” I hold out a piece of cheese and smirk when they let me feed it to them. “Baby doll.”
Toby squints at me. “Don’t abuse that fodder, Mr. Kooper.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Mx. Kooper.”
They roll their eyes and take the snack plate for the sofa. I sit on the cushion beside them and let them feed me a strawberry slice. “I like your idea of snack,” they say next, smiling at the set up.
“What were you thinking, a protein shake?” I snort. Toby shrugs and puts another strawberry in my mouth. When they lift a third, they pull it back before I can take it, and they kiss a spot between my jaw and neck. Then they give me the slice.
I watch them carefully when they do it again with a little cube of cheese. They pull it back, and I get another kiss, further down my throat. I know what they’re doing, obviously. I’m tempted to call them out on their teasing antics. Might just press them into the sofa and fuck them again.
But they picked out such a cute set of lingerie for us to both enjoy, and I didn’t really give them a chance to pull any moves before I nearly ate them alive.
So I’m kinda curious to see where they go with this little game…
Just as I’m thinking that, Toby sets the plate on the coffee table with a few slices of strawberries in their hand. They lean back on the armrest and bend one leg over the back of the sofa, giving me a beautiful view of all of them. They set one slice on their sternum in silence and merely tilt their head.
Moving onto my knees, I put my hands to the sofa on either sides of their waist, and I lean forward and take the piece into my mouth. They set another slice on their abdomen. I take that one, too, licking a small spot across their skin, smiling when they sigh. The last slice goes right at the lacy edge of their underwear, below their stomach. I meet their eyes when I take the piece, and I breathe warm over the heat coming from between their legs.
“How badly do you want something inside you, Kooper?” they whisper.
My voice is shot to shit and all I can get out is, “So fucking badly.”
Toby grins and runs a hand through my hair. Their leg lifts off the back of the sofa, and I hold back a moan when their heel presses between my shoulder blades, lowering me to my chest with my face between their thighs. My hands squeeze in on their hips, and my mouth is watering—I haven’t gotten to eat them out yet, but goddamn is it on my to-do list. “Can I—”
“No.”
I freeze and blink up at them. Toby leans forward and moves their leg, putting their side to me instead. They stand up, and I start to get off my knees—their hand goes to where their heel was. They press down gently. “Stay there.”
“But I—”
“Good boys do as they’re told, Kevin,” they say lowly. “Stay, and keep your eyes down.” I swallow and nod and remain on my forearms and knees, staring at the sofa cushion. There’s a tightness in my shoulders and neck with me in this position, but I don’t dare move. Their steps recede and come back seconds later; my eyes betray me and look left to the movement at the coffee table.
Toby sets down a bottle of lube they got at the store. And the unopened strap-on.
Shit, it’s larger than I thought it was…what might be fear molds into heated exhilaration, especially when Toby taps at my chin and makes me look at them, standing over me in that gorgeous little outfit. “Do you want me over you, or behind you, handsome?” they muse, almost purring.
I don’t hold back a shiver. “I don’t know…”
“Are you nervous?” Toby smiles, fingers brushing through my hair again. I mutely nod, and they click their tongue and bend at the waist, tugging me gently by my hair to perch on my hands instead of forearms. “What’s got you nervous?”
“I don’t want to mess this up,” I blurt out.
Toby’s brow knits and they sit on the cushion in front of me, holding my face in their hands. “You won’t mess this up. You can’t mess this up, Kevin.” Their lips brush over mine, smooth and soft, and I relax into them, despite how exposed I still feel on my hands and knees like this. “I think I want to be over you,” they murmur against my mouth. “So I can watch your pretty eyes roll.”
They stand and help me to my feet, letting me lean on them while I stretch out my knees. Toby mutters a soft apology, and I smirk and kiss them on the temple; even haughty and sexy, they’re still worried about me and it’s sweet as hell. They tell me to get naked and get on the bed, and by the time I’m flat on my back, Toby’s coming back over with the lube and strap-on. What made me anxious before has me drooling a little now.
“You’ve had sex like this before, right?” they ask, kneeling between my open legs. I nod and they wince. “I uh. I don’t entirely know how to prep you. I mean it seems standard, but it’s been ages since I’ve done anal, and I don’t know if it’s the same for guys.”
“Mostly,” I nod again, reaching for the lube. “I’ll walk you through it. Or I can just do it.”
“Will it feel good?”
“It will.”
“Then I want to help you feel good. I don’t just want to watch. If that’s okay.”
A grin speeds across my face. “You’re so fucking cute,” I laugh. Toby wrinkles their nose at me in reply. I instruct them to use one finger first, though I change my mind and encourage two, since their hands are so much smaller than mine. Toby’s eye are locked on my face as they do as they’re told with the lube, so clearly watching for any sign of discomfort. It’s a stretch—like they said for them, it’s been fucking years for me—but pretty quickly I’m used to the feel and I’m rocking into their hand, struggling to keep my verbal instructions clear and not turn into a moaning mess.
“You’re doing wonderfully,” I sigh, head pressing back into the pillows. Their fingers are just a few inches too short to reach my prostate, but damn does it still feel good.
Toby chuckles. “I’m supposed to say that to you.”
I smile and look down at them. The bathroom light behind them halos around Toby, and in that white, with that flush on their cheeks—fuck, they’re gorgeous. How’d I get so lucky? “I think I’m ready.”
Toby leans to kiss my tight abdomen, and they work to buckle the strap-on. We both snicker a little at how it looks, and the straps barely fit their hips— “Did you get like an extra small?” I laugh.
“Baby, does this thing look extra small?” Toby scoffs, gesturing to the dick they’ve lubed up. I bite my lip and let out a snort. When they click the dildo into place on the strap-on, they go a little stiff, and I sit up on my elbow.
“You alright?”
Toby nods, a little out of breath. “It uh…i-it has a bit that rubs against me. Surprised me.” My brows lift and I try to peek. “It…feels good,” they nod again, smiling and tucking hair behind their ear.
“You feel good?” I ask.
“Feel real good.” They move over me and kiss me. And kiss me, and kiss me, and I’m melting under them and reaching for their neck, their shoulders, that sweet lace on their chest again—and the first press of the dildo has me choking on an inhale.
“Oh—oh, fuck.”
Toby’s arms shake beside my head. “You alright—”
“Y-yes, yeah, oh, God.” I arch up and my stomach meets their warm torso as they keep pressing in, in, in— their name is on my tongue and they pull out—then thrust back in. I can’t bother to be embarrassed by the broken noise that rips out of my chest.
Toby chuckles darkly and angles their hips again and fucks into me with a brutal, slow rhythm, and all I can do is chant baby, baby, oh, fuck— “You’re taking this dick so well, Kevin,” they whisper right in my ear.
“Oh, holy hell.” I grit my teeth and groan, taking two handfuls of their ass and forcing them deeper. The second they hit my prostate, I just see pure fucking white. “Right there, right fucking there—”
“I got you,” Toby pants, working up a bit of a sweat, hips breaking up the pace every few seconds. I remember what they said about there being a piece that rubs against their clit, and I try to watch for signs they’re about to finish, but I can’t keep my damn eyes open.
Their hair curtains around my head and their eyes never leave my face. My left leg lifts a little, and Toby pushes their palm to the back of my thigh, careful of my prosthetic. The new angle has the room spinning and I let out a guttural whine.
Seconds away from passing out from pleasure, Toby lifts a hand from the mattress—and they take my dick and stroke. I gasp and my head flings up and nearly smacks against Toby’s. “You gonna be a good boy and come for me, husband?” Toby smiles, fingers working a grueling pace as they fuck into me. I’m gonna die, that’s what’s gonna happen here.
“What was it you said earlier?” they ask breathlessly, “you gonna come on my dick, honey?”
That about does it. I knew I wasn’t going to last long the moment we got started, but Jesus I thought I’d do better since I already came tonight. My good leg hooks around the back of their thigh and I hold them as close as possible, and before I can even attempt to respond, I start releasing right between us, getting on both our chins and all over their fingers. The moan that scratches out of Toby makes me shudder, and they kiss me, hard. I can taste me on their lips.
It starts to become too much all at once, but I don’t dare try and slow them down when their body starts to vibrate like they’re about to finish, too. “Your turn, baby doll, don’t make me wait,” I rasp, arms tight around their back. Toby’s shoulders flex, and I pull a strap of the bra down and press my tongue to their nipple. They growl and plunge one more time into me before they’re crying out my name. “That’s it. That’s it, yeah baby,” I laugh a little, fingers combing their hair from their face. “You just orgasmed from fucking me, how’s that feel?”
Toby starts to laugh too, and they drop boneless on top of me. “Felt good. Felt damn good.” They peek up at me and sniff, and I smile and wipe at tears on their lashes. “So…I gotta know. Where did you get the idea of doing this from?”
I grin and peek down at them and shrug. “Book five.”
Their eyes widen and they sit up on their elbows. “Book five…when Catherine…and Brooks—”
“Oh, yeah,” I snicker. “Catherine fucking Teal.”
“Good lord—I hope the author survived the apocalypse,” Toby laughs, so hard they start coughing. “I need to write a letter and thank her immediately.”