[ An engine sputters to a purr outside, headlights bright in the alley as its passenger peels himself out onto the curb. It's late enough to be the only noise in the neighborhood, when the cab turns about through the gravel, and Ienzo keeps his walk-of-shame short as possible.
He checks the door and- sure enough, Iwai's left it open for him. He slips inside so very quietly, almost as if he really were a delinquent slinking in after curfew, carefully sliding the bolt back into place. The cab's already paid for and gone, despite the back and forth insisting, and just in case Iwai's nodded off- or if he's having a productive streak of 3am work, Ienzo doesn't try to announce his presence. Just a quick tiptoe down the hall to the relieving offer of a shower.
It's still like moving through a fog. Pushing to a point where he can fully regain his senses, take hold of his own heart. Whatever he'd done, back there at the club- there's a corner of his consciousness that's still stunned numb.
The mirror- that's to be avoided as much as possible, eyes lowered as he splashes a bit of cold water on his face and fumbles out of his clothes.]
[Ienzo admits in a lower murmur, hangdog sheepish, studying the edge of the sink.
He's not certain he would call it 'fun', scratching this itch, plunging himself too far down rabbit holes. Emerging in a post-orgiastic daze of soreness and self-assurance that he was indeed desireable, if disposable. If painfully unloved.
Yet here was a man willing to take him in for the night and pay for his cab, get him cleaned up. Did Iwai feel responsible for letting him explore too freely, too fully, on his own? Was Ienzo taking advantage of that, a little?
Probably. If he was being entirely honest with himself.]
I told myself I was just going to check it out. [ He sighed, peeking guiltily at Iwai from beneath his frayed bangs.] Go and watch things for awhile. I should have stuck with the plan.
There's a little bit of paperwork when you're brand new, but they give you a drink on the house- and I swear that's all I had all night, apart from some water... I don't think they put anything funny in it.
[ Ienzo shrugged up one shoulder, mumbling, before ducking out of his shirt. His whole body felt stiff from sweat, adrenaline. There were red marks near his nipples.]
The room was filling up quick, so I wound up sharing the same seat with someone while there were some other people in the main area... doing demonstrations? Sort of? It wasn't too cheesy, just a little slow-going, they were answering all sorts of questions too, they sounded... open, casual, like they knew their stuff. But then they did a 'scene' and that got raw. Kind of heavy and charged up, all at once, with everyone watching.
So this guy who's lap I wound up in was sort of, um, [ Pausing for a loose chuckle, decided avoiding eye-contact, he made a universal handjob gesture. ]Feeling things out with me, you know? And that part I didn't bother me so much at all, really? Other people were getting into it too. I came, right there on the barstool, got made of fun of a little. Felt really embarassed for it, at first. [He whimpers, rubbing sheepishly at his face.] But that sort of took the edge off. They said it was okay. That I was cute.
[ For a brief moment, his gaze flattens to a mixture of wry and murderous. ]
So by then I was feeling bold, and antsy, like I had something else to prove, and the demonstration was getting a little painful to look at, so I got talked up into trying out this equiptment over in the other room... sort of like a wide bench to fold over, A-frame, padded, leather, waist high. They asked if it was okay if I got strapped in, and we'd done things like that before, so I said sure...
[Iwai is listening closely. Listening to what was going on while he gets a shower and some soap and shampoo ready to go. Ienzo's going to want to clean up, and he may as well listen to the whole thing.]
...Please tell me y'made a safe word. Somethin' that'll get ya out.
[He thought... hoped that he trained Ienzo to know how to handle the world at large there.]
I know a lot was goin' on but y'gotta stop people and make 'em get you comfy.
Yes, we did, but in the moment I got really caught up and sort of lost track of it. Forgot that I could tap out. Everything felt so bright and too much and then so numb, like I was... awake, but it felt like watching someone else go through with it, instead of me. From the inside. Like I was just borrowing someone else's body for the ride.
[The younger man admits, chin tucking closer to his collar in shame and slight confusion. ]
I must've really freaked out eventually, though, because when they took me off they didn't stick around.
I didn't feel like me again till I was out there on the curb, calling you. And it hit me like a big wave of too much.
...Eh. Well. Gotta say, that's both not surprisin' at all, and completely normal for yer first time in that sorta place. It's really fuckin' overwhelmin' sometimes.
[He gets everything up to temperature.]
Y'okay now? Or do y'need to breathe before we talk some more?
[He's not going to push Ienzo into going too far.]
[ He finishes peeling out of the last of his clothing, stepping carefully over the edge of the tub, bracing one hand against the tile. His knees feel queerly loose, limbs heavy, sore all over, particularly his backside, flushed rosy from strapping across his cheeks and bruised down the backs of his thighs crusted with mess.]
I'll... be okay, I think? Just... be softer with me, than we normally would... please. [He adds faintly, folding his forearms against the wall and leaning his forehead against them, voice twinged wary with shame. It's a new feeling, this strange exhaustion, an opennesss to being tended to, instead of tweezed apart. The lip-gnawing awareness of being filthy, and far too trusting, too exploratory.
But it's comforting, that Iwai sounds far more understanding than he did while toying with threats over the phone. Something catches in his chest, with gratitude ]
I'm not gonna make you do anythin' you don't want to tonight, okay?
[He does get the shower head ready though. And slowly, the long tube pushes just inside of Ienzo and turns on slowly to room temperature water to help clear him out.]
But we're gonna get you clean first before anythin' else. So just breathe. I gotcha.
[ He knows what's coming, has known dimly, from the moment he saw Iwai take the shower attachment into his hands from the corner of his eye.
Even so the feel of it surprises him, and he flinches slightly at the first nudge of intrusion, jostling the still-flowing nozzle out of place, water sluicing across his taint and dribbling down the back of his legs.
Ienzo mutters an embarassed apology, bowing his head, feet turning in pidgeon-toed to change the rotation in his hips to let his spoiled entrance gape open, making another plaintive whimper which echoes in the small tiled space.
He breathes when Iwai instructs him, in and out deeply, gulps audibly, trying for steadiness. He doesn't want another round of strangely floaty detachment, of spacing out so deeply that he's barely aware of what's happening to him.]
Shh- shouldn't I be lying down for this? [ He asks in a strangely small voice, sounding uncertain. The water gurgles steadily up into his insides. The abused ring of muscle clings weakly around the nozzle, to try and retain it.] Get on all fours, or something?
Y'know, I hear that a lot, but in order to really get y'cleaned out, you need to be standing.
[He pulls the wand out after a moment to let things sort of slosh out. Rubbing Ienzo's back while humming.]
Cause if you're on your hands and knees, it's not really gonna go all the places it needs to and it can get stuck up there. And if y'hate the feelin' of cum in ya, you'll hate the feelin' of water even worse. Especially if you put clothes back on and go to do anything.
[After the water sloshes out, he pushes the wand back up inside with a low, steady hum, rubbing his back again.]
[ You hear that a lot? Ienzo peers questioningly over his shoulder, squinting slightly, as if to ask how many sorry first timers do you wind up looking after like this?
But he's not about to complain, no matter how weird this feels, because Iwai's hand at his back seems to steady him from the edge of panicking all over again.
Instead he gives a strange, soft, hysterical giggle, between stifled sniffles. What a strange position to find himself in.] What to you mean, it gets stuck?
[His shoulders soften in surrender and he puts his forehead to the cool of the wall again, trying to steady his breath, one hand pressing at his abdomen. He finds himself holding his breath, embarassed, bile threatening the back of his throat. It feels funny, cramped, and it feels even uglier in the tub around his bare ankles when he clings to the soap dish for balance and crouches to let it all rush out.]
Yeah, if you're on your hands and knees, the water doesn't always have a direction. Think 'bout water on somethin' flat. If there's no incline, it ain't gonna go anywhere, right? And even if y'turn it on it's side, some water can stick 'round.
[He keeps rubbing that back as he pushes the wand in a bit further to clean up the insides a bit more before pulling it right back out again to let all the water slosh out in a rush.]
Mmm, probably not. I'll rub some lotion on you, and you'll be good as new.
[He mutters thickly, croaking, letting the hose flood up his insides with its queer, heavy, lukewarm pressure. Trying not to wonder how many people might've gotten in on breaking him in while he was barely conscious of it. He's fairly certain it was more than just the guy whose lap he'd ended up on. Or the other one who would have tried to take him home, if he hadn't had Iwai's place to come back to.
And despite feeling so sore he's practically numb across his backside, the idea of soothing hands on his rosy ass, down the stripes on his legs is an immense comfort. Ienzo moans his enthusiasm for that, weakly nodding.] Please? That sounds so much nicer than... well, I was actually little afraid to come in, when you were playing mad with me on the phone?
[...he's not sure why Iwai bothers with all of this, aside from winning over his ultimate gratitude. Being owed more than a few favors. Maybe he's hoping for a really nice blowjob. Ienzo's exhausted, but he's pretty sure he can still manage that... if not now, then certainly well before he's sent back out.] I need a good guy, like you, to watch out for me.
Heh... well, there was a bit of playin'. It was a mix of playin' around, not sure if you wanted me to be kinky and just goin' for it, and makin' you actually panic around the guy you were running away from. Looks way scarier when y'can hear shoutin' from the phone.
[He keeps that back rubbed as he moves the hose in and out again, humming as he tries to keep Ienzo nice and relaxed with his fingers across his back. He doesn't want for anything, if Ienzo wants to give him something, he won't say no, but he has no demands.]
Well, I can't do it forever... but if you want, we can do a bit more rougher scenes so y'don't black out again?
[ Ienzo nurses his lower lip, surprisingly pliant under Iwai's hand, no squirming now that he's settled, learning to breathe slow and deep with the water weight filling him up and spilling out. He tries to keep crouching when Iwai pulls the nozzle out, so as to make less of a mess, but his thighs are burning, and his knees tremble with the effort. ]
Was it weird, when I called you Daddy?
[ He asks, cheeks feeling warm as his strapped ass. ]
I'd've called you something like Master, or Superior, but I've actually had one of those far longer than I've had a real father, so...
[ the young man tapers off, unsure how far he ought to get into explaining that. Iwai never asks too many personal questions. ]
...besides, creeps like that seem to take the threat of parents a lot more seriously. So I guess you could be my Dad, for kink-stuff? If you're okay with me calling you that?
[ Son, huh. Ienzo found himself a bit weak-kneed, trying to decide how he felt about that...
A brief laugh trickled helplessly past his lips, appreciative that Iwai had helped him out over the phone. And yet... how long could he put up with playing a longer game like that?
He heard the crinkle of a lollipop wrapper and mistook it for something else, peeking briefly over his shoulder just in time to see Iwai slip it past his lips.
It was challenging to wrap his head around the prospect of actual kink rules as that too-full feeling began to swell up within him again, an unsettling expansiveness that commanded all the focus of his slow, intentional breath, of holding still, trying not to fight it with squirming. The water felt warming, the pressure of it strange and heavy...
Ah, and relaxing into really feeling it was all it too, Ienzo was getting hard again.
A slow sliding whine of a groan found its way in his throat before he could quite stifle it, tipping his chin up, a hand sliding down to coddle loosely at his prick.]
Shhh, I don't, it's just-! [ Ienzo hisses in protest, reddening, his grasp warm and firm but a little resistant. Not quite wanting to hurry it along. He feels a gurgling sensation slide along inside of him, inhales slowly, lets his belly paunch out a little. ]
It's just...a good kind of pressure. [ He tries to explain himself, tilting his body forward and rising just barely up off his heels, canting his hips toward the wall a little, so that the waterweight sits gently against that pleasureable spot.] Not entirely solid.
[ Each insistance that he relax registers as a little bit alarming- what if he relaxes so much that it makes a big mess when Iwai pulls the nozzle out?
Or what it he relaxes so much that he cums before then... embarassingly easy, as if he hadn't already seen plenty of use tonight?.
His body is sore, but the sensation is so oddly soothing. It'll feel better, he tells himself, once he's all emptied out and rinsed off.
Ienzo's teeth chatter a little, though the water's not at all cold. ]
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Some nights, you just need a Daddy...
Date: 2020-06-11 01:09 am (UTC)He checks the door and- sure enough, Iwai's left it open for him. He slips inside so very quietly, almost as if he really were a delinquent slinking in after curfew, carefully sliding the bolt back into place. The cab's already paid for and gone, despite the back and forth insisting, and just in case Iwai's nodded off- or if he's having a productive streak of 3am work, Ienzo doesn't try to announce his presence. Just a quick tiptoe down the hall to the relieving offer of a shower.
It's still like moving through a fog. Pushing to a point where he can fully regain his senses, take hold of his own heart. Whatever he'd done, back there at the club- there's a corner of his consciousness that's still stunned numb.
The mirror- that's to be avoided as much as possible, eyes lowered as he splashes a bit of cold water on his face and fumbles out of his clothes.]
you sure you want to call this guy Daddy, Ienzo.
Date: 2020-06-11 01:33 am (UTC)[Sorry, he's on the toilet right now. Just finished up, don't mind him, he's reading a book.]
I transferred you the money for the cab ride.
[Gonna just sit there and wait. Patiently. Maybe Ienzo will tell him to get out or something.]
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Date: 2020-06-11 01:45 am (UTC)Oh! Gosh, I hardly noticed you- I... should've... [ Ienzo reddens, shuffling out partway, pants halfway to around his ankles.] Sorry. Thanks. I'm...
[ He gestures weakly at himself. ] Kind of a mess.
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Date: 2020-06-14 10:12 pm (UTC)[He sighs and leans against the counter.]
Too much fun?
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Date: 2020-06-15 12:35 am (UTC)Probably.
[Ienzo admits in a lower murmur, hangdog sheepish, studying the edge of the sink.
He's not certain he would call it 'fun', scratching this itch, plunging himself too far down rabbit holes. Emerging in a post-orgiastic daze of soreness and self-assurance that he was indeed desireable, if disposable. If painfully unloved.
Yet here was a man willing to take him in for the night and pay for his cab, get him cleaned up. Did Iwai feel responsible for letting him explore too freely, too fully, on his own? Was Ienzo taking advantage of that, a little?
Probably. If he was being entirely honest with himself.]
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Date: 2020-06-22 09:48 pm (UTC)[He waves it all off as he finishes himself up and washes his hands well.]
So, tell me 'bout your night while I get shit ready.
[He grabs a shower hose with a slim nozzle at the end. Humming as he runs his fingers over it.]
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Date: 2020-06-22 10:48 pm (UTC)There's a little bit of paperwork when you're brand new, but they give you a drink on the house- and I swear that's all I had all night, apart from some water... I don't think they put anything funny in it.
[ Ienzo shrugged up one shoulder, mumbling, before ducking out of his shirt. His whole body felt stiff from sweat, adrenaline. There were red marks near his nipples.]
The room was filling up quick, so I wound up sharing the same seat with someone while there were some other people in the main area... doing demonstrations? Sort of? It wasn't too cheesy, just a little slow-going, they were answering all sorts of questions too, they sounded... open, casual, like they knew their stuff. But then they did a 'scene' and that got raw. Kind of heavy and charged up, all at once, with everyone watching.
So this guy who's lap I wound up in was sort of, um, [ Pausing for a loose chuckle, decided avoiding eye-contact, he made a universal handjob gesture. ]Feeling things out with me, you know? And that part I didn't bother me so much at all, really? Other people were getting into it too. I came, right there on the barstool, got made of fun of a little. Felt really embarassed for it, at first. [He whimpers, rubbing sheepishly at his face.] But that sort of took the edge off. They said it was okay. That I was cute.
[ For a brief moment, his gaze flattens to a mixture of wry and murderous. ]
So by then I was feeling bold, and antsy, like I had something else to prove, and the demonstration was getting a little painful to look at, so I got talked up into trying out this equiptment over in the other room... sort of like a wide bench to fold over, A-frame, padded, leather, waist high. They asked if it was okay if I got strapped in, and we'd done things like that before, so I said sure...
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Date: 2020-06-28 05:17 am (UTC)...Please tell me y'made a safe word. Somethin' that'll get ya out.
[He thought... hoped that he trained Ienzo to know how to handle the world at large there.]
I know a lot was goin' on but y'gotta stop people and make 'em get you comfy.
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Date: 2020-06-30 03:27 am (UTC)[The younger man admits, chin tucking closer to his collar in shame and slight confusion. ]
I must've really freaked out eventually, though, because when they took me off they didn't stick around.
I didn't feel like me again till I was out there on the curb, calling you. And it hit me like a big wave of too much.
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Date: 2020-07-04 05:47 am (UTC)[He gets everything up to temperature.]
Y'okay now? Or do y'need to breathe before we talk some more?
[He's not going to push Ienzo into going too far.]
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Date: 2020-07-04 06:27 pm (UTC)I'll... be okay, I think? Just... be softer with me, than we normally would... please. [He adds faintly, folding his forearms against the wall and leaning his forehead against them, voice twinged wary with shame. It's a new feeling, this strange exhaustion, an opennesss to being tended to, instead of tweezed apart. The lip-gnawing awareness of being filthy, and far too trusting, too exploratory.
But it's comforting, that Iwai sounds far more understanding than he did while toying with threats over the phone. Something catches in his chest, with gratitude ]
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Date: 2020-07-09 03:01 pm (UTC)[He does get the shower head ready though. And slowly, the long tube pushes just inside of Ienzo and turns on slowly to room temperature water to help clear him out.]
But we're gonna get you clean first before anythin' else. So just breathe. I gotcha.
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Date: 2020-07-10 01:16 am (UTC)Even so the feel of it surprises him, and he flinches slightly at the first nudge of intrusion, jostling the still-flowing nozzle out of place, water sluicing across his taint and dribbling down the back of his legs.
Ienzo mutters an embarassed apology, bowing his head, feet turning in pidgeon-toed to change the rotation in his hips to let his spoiled entrance gape open, making another plaintive whimper which echoes in the small tiled space.
He breathes when Iwai instructs him, in and out deeply, gulps audibly, trying for steadiness. He doesn't want another round of strangely floaty detachment, of spacing out so deeply that he's barely aware of what's happening to him.]
Shh- shouldn't I be lying down for this? [ He asks in a strangely small voice, sounding uncertain. The water gurgles steadily up into his insides. The abused ring of muscle clings weakly around the nozzle, to try and retain it.] Get on all fours, or something?
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Date: 2020-07-13 02:45 am (UTC)[He pulls the wand out after a moment to let things sort of slosh out. Rubbing Ienzo's back while humming.]
Cause if you're on your hands and knees, it's not really gonna go all the places it needs to and it can get stuck up there. And if y'hate the feelin' of cum in ya, you'll hate the feelin' of water even worse. Especially if you put clothes back on and go to do anything.
[After the water sloshes out, he pushes the wand back up inside with a low, steady hum, rubbing his back again.]
You're doin' fine. Stay steady, okay?
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Date: 2020-07-13 03:08 am (UTC)But he's not about to complain, no matter how weird this feels, because Iwai's hand at his back seems to steady him from the edge of panicking all over again.
Instead he gives a strange, soft, hysterical giggle, between stifled sniffles. What a strange position to find himself in.] What to you mean, it gets stuck?
[His shoulders soften in surrender and he puts his forehead to the cool of the wall again, trying to steady his breath, one hand pressing at his abdomen. He finds himself holding his breath, embarassed, bile threatening the back of his throat. It feels funny, cramped, and it feels even uglier in the tub around his bare ankles when he clings to the soap dish for balance and crouches to let it all rush out.]
Will it bruise badly, do you think?
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Date: 2020-07-13 03:11 am (UTC)[He keeps rubbing that back as he pushes the wand in a bit further to clean up the insides a bit more before pulling it right back out again to let all the water slosh out in a rush.]
Mmm, probably not. I'll rub some lotion on you, and you'll be good as new.
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Date: 2020-07-13 04:08 am (UTC)[He mutters thickly, croaking, letting the hose flood up his insides with its queer, heavy, lukewarm pressure. Trying not to wonder how many people might've gotten in on breaking him in while he was barely conscious of it. He's fairly certain it was more than just the guy whose lap he'd ended up on. Or the other one who would have tried to take him home, if he hadn't had Iwai's place to come back to.
And despite feeling so sore he's practically numb across his backside, the idea of soothing hands on his rosy ass, down the stripes on his legs is an immense comfort. Ienzo moans his enthusiasm for that, weakly nodding.] Please? That sounds so much nicer than... well, I was actually little afraid to come in, when you were playing mad with me on the phone?
[...he's not sure why Iwai bothers with all of this, aside from winning over his ultimate gratitude. Being owed more than a few favors. Maybe he's hoping for a really nice blowjob. Ienzo's exhausted, but he's pretty sure he can still manage that... if not now, then certainly well before he's sent back out.] I need a good guy, like you, to watch out for me.
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Date: 2020-07-13 04:11 am (UTC)[He keeps that back rubbed as he moves the hose in and out again, humming as he tries to keep Ienzo nice and relaxed with his fingers across his back. He doesn't want for anything, if Ienzo wants to give him something, he won't say no, but he has no demands.]
Well, I can't do it forever... but if you want, we can do a bit more rougher scenes so y'don't black out again?
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Date: 2020-07-13 04:39 am (UTC)Was it weird, when I called you Daddy?
[ He asks, cheeks feeling warm as his strapped ass. ]
I'd've called you something like Master, or Superior, but I've actually had one of those far longer than I've had a real father, so...
[ the young man tapers off, unsure how far he ought to get into explaining that. Iwai never asks too many personal questions. ]
...besides, creeps like that seem to take the threat of parents a lot more seriously. So I guess you could be my Dad, for kink-stuff? If you're okay with me calling you that?
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Date: 2020-07-16 03:48 am (UTC)[He puts the hose back in, and hums while it fills up again.]
Master or Superior is fine for in the moment, but if you're gonna call me Daddy, you're gonna be my Son.
[He grabs a lollipop from his pocket and puts it in his mouth.]
Daddy's a hell of a lot more personal than Master... but if you're gettin' away from weirdos, you can call me that for free.
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Date: 2020-07-18 02:03 am (UTC)A brief laugh trickled helplessly past his lips, appreciative that Iwai had helped him out over the phone. And yet... how long could he put up with playing a longer game like that?
He heard the crinkle of a lollipop wrapper and mistook it for something else, peeking briefly over his shoulder just in time to see Iwai slip it past his lips.
It was challenging to wrap his head around the prospect of actual kink rules as that too-full feeling began to swell up within him again, an unsettling expansiveness that commanded all the focus of his slow, intentional breath, of holding still, trying not to fight it with squirming. The water felt warming, the pressure of it strange and heavy...
Ah, and relaxing into really feeling it was all it too, Ienzo was getting hard again.
A slow sliding whine of a groan found its way in his throat before he could quite stifle it, tipping his chin up, a hand sliding down to coddle loosely at his prick.]
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Date: 2020-07-18 03:13 am (UTC)...Okay, you either have an inflation kink or an enema kink at this point.
[No shame in his words, just commentary, as he slides the wand back up to fill him a bit more.]
Or maybe you just like feelin' full.
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Date: 2020-07-18 04:18 am (UTC)It's just...a good kind of pressure. [ He tries to explain himself, tilting his body forward and rising just barely up off his heels, canting his hips toward the wall a little, so that the waterweight sits gently against that pleasureable spot.] Not entirely solid.
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Date: 2020-07-18 04:23 am (UTC)[He doesn't remove the wand so easily, keeping it in there to fill him a bit more with water with a little dribbling out.]
Can't be your daddy if I can't make y'cum so hard you see stars, right?
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Date: 2020-07-18 04:32 am (UTC)Or what it he relaxes so much that he cums before then... embarassingly easy, as if he hadn't already seen plenty of use tonight?.
His body is sore, but the sensation is so oddly soothing. It'll feel better, he tells himself, once he's all emptied out and rinsed off.
Ienzo's teeth chatter a little, though the water's not at all cold. ]
C-careful, I- I can only hold so much.
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