Despite twelve years in the Army and an active social life, Sebastian had never seen this many cocks in one place before. That they were all made of silicone and currently in a bag was a minor detail. “Why do you have so many of these?”
Jay was busy disentangling the harness from itself. “Variety,” he replied, as if the answer should have been obvious.
At first, the idea hadn’t been much more than a bit of stupid drunken wordplay. Jay’s eager reaction made the prospect very real, and one that Sebastian found himself obsessing over in the following weeks. But Jay hadn’t said anything about it since that night in Marbella, and Sebastian elected not to press the issue.
Then, tonight, Jay showed up at Sebastian’s door with a black holdall slung over his shoulder. Things took the course they usually did when he stayed the night, and it was only once they were naked in Sebastian’s bed that Jay grinned and asked if he wanted to see what was in the bag.
Sebastian knew enough to recognise that Jay had expensive taste; everything he’d brought was high-end, meaning Sebastian was sorting through what must have been hundreds of pounds’ worth of toys. “And here I thought all that money you make was getting spent on—fucking Christ.”
Jay glanced up at Sebastian’s stunned expression, then down into the bag. “Oh,” he said, unruffled. “I don’t actually use that one. I ordered the wrong size and it was too much fuss to return.”
He’d managed to wriggle into the harness—black leather dimpling the skin of his hips and thighs, accentuating the wiry lines of his body even as he fiddled with buckles and straps to adjust the fit.
“This is more involved than I thought it’d be,” Sebastian confessed.
Jay grumbled and loosened a thigh strap before cinching it back into place. “I was a bit thinner the last time I used this.”
Which confirmed something important: Jay had done this before. The fluttering sensation in Sebastian’s stomach eased, just a little.
Jay was looking at him again. Whatever he saw on Sebastian’s face prompted him to lean in, hooking a hand around the back of Sebastian’s neck to pull their lips together into a slow, coaxing kiss. Sebastian breathed a sigh around the press of Jay’s tongue, letting the contact between them soothe him.
With one last nip to Sebastian’s lower lip, Jay pulled back and trailed his thumb down the line of Sebastian’s throat. “Pick one.”
Sebastian nodded and turned his attention back to the bag. It was hard to look away from the monstrous cock he’d uncovered, the one that apparently went unused: nearly the length of Jay’s forearm, and as thick as his wrist.
With a dismissive noise, Jay snatched the dildo out of the bag and tossed it aside. It hit the floor with a startlingly loud thud.
Sebastian’s quiet laugh was more than a little relieved. He sifted through the bag until he found something less intimidating: no frills, decently-sized, but not too thick. He hadn’t done this in a while, and suspected his eyes were bigger than his stomach at the moment.
Well. Maybe not his stomach.
Jay wore an eager grin as he took Sebastian’s selection out of his hand. There was more fiddling with the harness as he fitted it into the central ring. “How do you want it?”
That question from Jay’s mouth sent a shiver through Sebastian, and after a moment’s thought he turned to settle onto his hands and knees. Jay’s hand squeezed his waist for a moment before smoothing up the length of his spine, then back down again to gently knead his arse.
Sebastian took a slow breath and concentrated on relaxing; this wouldn’t go well if he stayed tense. There was a lurid, wet noise behind him as Jay slicked up, and then he was touching Sebastian. His fingertips teased inside, intent pressure where he was most vulnerable, and Sebastian couldn’t help the impatient noise he made behind his teeth.
Jay took the hint; he moved in closer, knees nudging between Sebastian’s. His hand settled at the small of Sebastian’s back, steadying him as he pressed carefully inside.
Sebastian’s breathing picked up, even as he willed himself to open around the glorious ache; he panted harshly through his nose, head dipping low between his shoulders, fingers curling into the bedspread. Jay leaned forward, pushing deeper as his lips brushed Sebastian’s shoulders. His hips moved against Sebastian in little circles, rocking slowly into him.
A moan crawled its way up Sebastian’s throat; the memory of cruel laughter rang in his ears, and he bit back the sound, teeth clenched as he hissed out a breath between them.
“You don’t have to do that.” Jay nuzzled the base of Sebastian’s neck, warm breath washing across his skin. “Come on.”
And Sebastian trusted Jay—trusted him more than any other man who’d had him like this. Jay wouldn’t hurt him in any way he didn’t want to be hurt. So he let his mouth fall open, let his panting breaths deepen into low, eager moans as Jay moved inside him.
“That’s it.” Jay lavished Sebastian’s nape with lips and tongue, rewarding him even as his hips maintained their slow, relentless pace.
“You can—” Sebastian’s throat was tight around the words. “You can fuck me harder.”
Jay hummed a negative into Sebastian’s neck. “I can’t feel what I’m doing,” he murmured. “So we’re going nice and slow until I’m sure I won’t hurt you.”
Sebastian’s next breath came out as a whine. “Oh, god.”
Jay’s lips curved into a smile against his skin, and then he was leaning back, hands braced around Sebastian’s waist. The pace of his thrusts changed; not any harder or faster, but deeper, long easy strokes that were somehow both better and even more maddening than before.
Sweat trickled down Sebastian’s temples; his fingers ached where they clenched in the bedspread. His elbows trembled under him, and he let them fold beneath him, careful not to dislodge Jay as he slumped forward against the mattress. He kept one arm braced in front of him and reached back with the other to clutch at Jay’s thigh, urging him on.
“You’re beautiful like this.” Jay’s voice was breathless, sincere, without even a hint of the playful annoyance usually present when he complimented Sebastian.
Jay was, at most, getting a bit of stimulation where the harness rubbed against him. And yet the sight of Sebastian spread out beneath him, the feel of Sebastian under his hands, had made him sound like that. He had the full focus of Jay’s attention—and Jay’s focus was incredible.
Sebastian’s moans took on a needy edge—he had to come, had to do it with Jay on top of him, inside him. He couldn’t bring himself to release his clinging grip on Jay’s thigh, couldn’t touch himself with his other hand without sacrificing what little balance he had left.
“Jay,” he gasped out—desperate, begging.
Jay made a soothing noise and laid himself fully over Sebastian, chest tight against his sweat-slick back as he wrapped a hand around him. His lips smeared against Sebastian’s shoulders, tongue dragging across his skin as he breathed, “Come on, I’ve got you, come on—”
And Sebastian shuddered beneath him with a harsh cry, mouth open against the bedspread as the pleasure peaked and rocked through him.
Jay went still and held him close as Sebastian shivered and rode out the last few shocks. Then he pulled back, slowly easing out—careful even now not to hurt him.
The last bit of strength went out of Sebastian’s limbs as he collapsed limply against the mattress, panting in deep, ragged breaths. Jay shuffled up the bed and settled down next to him, back propped against the headboard.
One of Sebastian’s hands made fumbling contact with Jay’s thigh. “I can—”
Jay caught it in his own, thumb stroking across his wrist. “It can wait.”
Sebastian lifted his head just enough to lay it against Jay’s hip, slowly dragging air into his lungs until his pounding heart started to slow. Jay’s fingers were in his sweat-drenched hair, combing damp strands back into place.
Long minutes passed like that, until Jay shifted a little and said, “Want to go again?”
Sebastian groaned and tipped his head back to give Jay a look of exhausted disbelief.
Jay’s expression was innocent, but his tone was entirely facetious as he added, “There’s still the rest of the bag to get through.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Well. Now that I’m warmed up, we could try the big one.”
Jay grinned. “Size queen,” he teased.