Ethan chuckled darkly, dragging a single fingertip in a slow circle. "Girls always beg prettier when they’re desperate." His other hand slid beneath Oliver's hips, lifting him slightly to expose his caged cock trapped against the couch. The metal gleamed under the dim apartment lights, Oliver's flushed tip visible through the bars. Ethan thumbed the slick head, drawing a shattered moan from Oliver's throat.
Then Ethan leaned in, licking a broad stripe over Oliver's loosened hole. The taste of salt and lingering cucumber filled his mouth. Oliver's thighs trembled violently, his fingers clawing at the cushions. "Ethan. Oh god."
Ethan pressed deeper, his tongue working in slow, filthy strokes as Oliver writhed beneath him. When Oliver's breathing turned ragged, Ethan pulled back just enough to murmur, "Roll over."
Oliver groaned but obeyed, twisting onto his back with sluggish movements. The leather stuck to his sweat-slicked skin as Ethan loomed over him, his silver glasses fogged at the edges, his hazel eyes dark with intent. Ethan grabbed Oliver’s thighs and yanked him forward until his ass hung precariously off the couch edge. Oliver’s caged cock twitched against his stomach, the metal bars digging into his abs with each ragged breath.
Ethan dropped to his knees between Oliver’s legs with a thud that vibrated through the floorboards. His hands slid up Oliver’s inner thighs, fingers pressing into the tender skin just shy of bruising. Oliver shuddered when Ethan’s thumbs brushed the crease of his hips, his hole clenching around nothing.
"Hold yourself open," Ethan ordered, voice rough.
Oliver’s fingers trembled as he reached down, spreading his cheeks with both hands. The air was cool against his exposed rim, still puffy and glistening. Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose before leaning in, his tongue dragging a slow, filthy stripe from Oliver’s taint to his hole. Oliver’s back arched off the couch, a broken moan tearing from his throat as Ethan’s tongue pressed inside, hot and relentless.
Oliver’s thighs trembled violently as Ethan’s tongue worked deeper, each slick stroke dragging ragged noises from his throat. The leather couch groaned under Oliver’s shifting weight, his fingers digging into his own cheeks to keep himself spread wide. Ethan’s hands clamped down on Oliver’s hips, holding him steady as he licked into him with filthy precision- slow, then sharp, then slow again, until Oliver’s legs were shaking too hard to hold himself open.
Ethan pulled back with a wet sound, watching Oliver’s hole flutter around nothing. His glasses were smudged, his lips glistening. "Still dripping," he murmured, dragging a thumb through the mess before pressing it inside with a twist that made Oliver’s spine bow off the couch.
Oliver gasped, his caged cock pulsing against his stomach, precum leaking steadily through the bars. "Fuck, Ethan, please-"
Ethan’s other hand slid beneath Oliver’s hips, lifting him higher until his ass hovered off the couch. "Tell me what you want," he growled, curling his thumb deeper.
Oliver's fingers twisted in the couch cushions, his thighs trembling violently as Ethan's thumb pressed deeper. The stretch burned just enough to make his breath hitch, not pain, but the sharp, perfect ache of being filled again after emptiness. "Fuck. I need to cum. I'm throbbing but I can't fucking get hard," he gasped, his caged cock throbbing against his stomach.
Ethan's grip tightened around the cucumber still slick with Oliver's arousal, his knuckles whitening as he dragged the blunt tip back down Oliver's cleft. The ridges caught against Oliver's twitching rim, making him jerk against the couch cushions with a punched-out gasp.
"Hold still," Ethan growled, pressing his free hand flat against Oliver's trembling stomach. The muscles jumped under his palm, the cage digging angry red lines into Oliver's flushed skin with every ragged breath.
Oliver's thighs trembled as Ethan angled the cucumber lower, the cool tip pressing insistently against his loosened hole. "Fuck, Ethan-" His voice cracked when Ethan pushed in with a single brutal thrust, the vegetable stretching him wide around its thickest point. Oliver's back arched violently, his fingers scrabbling at the leather cushions as the cucumber bottomed out inside him with a wet slap.
Ethan watched Oliver's face and the way his lips parted around silent screams as he dragged the cucumber almost completely out before slamming it back in. Oliver's thighs shook with the force of it, his caged cock dripping pathetically against his stomach.
"Little bitch," Ethan murmured, twisting the cucumber sharply. The ridges scraped over Oliver's prostate with ruthless precision, wringing a shattered moan from his throat. Precum spilled freely from Oliver's cage now, slicking his abs in glistening streaks as Ethan fucked him harder with the vegetable, his grip white-knuckled around its base.
Oliver's vision whited out when Ethan adjusted his angle slightly, the cucumber hitting his prostate dead-on with every brutal thrust. His thighs clamped around Ethan's waist involuntarily, his hole fluttering wildly around the intrusion. "Ethan-" The words dissolved into a broken sob as Ethan fucked him faster, the couch creaking dangerously beneath them.
Ethan leaned down, his breath hot against Oliver's ear. "You can take it," he growled, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips. The cucumber twisted deeper with every thrust, stretching Oliver impossibly wider. "You're so fucking loose."
Oliver's entire body seized at the words, his caged cock pulsing against the metal bars as a thin stream of precum dribbled down his stomach. The sensation was overwhelming- the cold ridges inside him, the heat of Ethan's body pinning him down, the maddening pressure against his prostate with nowhere to release.
Ethan's grip tightened around the cucumber's base, his knuckles brushing against Oliver's slick rim with every thrust. "Fuck, look at you," he rasped, watching Oliver's face twist with pleasure-pain. "Taking it like you were made for this."
Oliver's fingers scrabbled at Ethan's forearms, his nails digging crescents into the sweat-slick skin. His thighs trembled violently, his muscles locking up as Ethan fucked him harder and faster, the cucumber bottoming out inside him with every brutal snap of Ethan's wrist.
The leather couch groaned beneath them, the cushions squeaking with each relentless thrust. Oliver's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as Ethan drove the cucumber deeper, twisting it slightly to drag the ridges over his prostate. Oliver's back arched sharply off the couch, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as his caged cock jerked against the bars.
Oliver's lips parted around silent pleas as Ethan pulled the cucumber almost completely out before slamming it back in. Oliver's entire body jerked with the impact, his thighs clamping around Ethan's waist as his hole clenched around the intrusion.
"Fuck, Ethan." Oliver's voice cracked, his fingers twisting in the couch cushions. His caged cock pulsed against his stomach, precum dripping steadily through the bars. "I can't-" The words dissolved into a whimper as Ethan twisted the cucumber sharply, the ridges scraping over his prostate with ruthless precision.
Ethan leaned down, his breath hot against Oliver's ear. "You can," he growled, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "You're taking it so fucking good."
Ethan's grip tightened around the cucumber's base, his knuckles brushing against Oliver's slick rim with every thrust. "Fuck, look at you," he rasped, watching Oliver's face twist with pleasure-pain.
Oliver's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving. The cucumber twisted inside him, cold and unyielding, its thickest point stretching him impossibly wider with each thrust. Ethan's free hand slid beneath Oliver's hips, lifting him higher to fuck him deeper, the angle changing just enough to make Oliver see stars.
Ethan suddenly slowed his thrusts, pulling the cucumber almost entirely free with a wet drag that made Oliver whimper. The ridges caught against Oliver’s fluttering rim, stretching him just enough to tease, and then Ethan stopped completely, leaving only the blunt tip inside. Oliver’s hips jerked involuntarily, desperate for more, but Ethan pinned him down with a firm hand on his stomach. "No," Ethan growled, his voice rough. “You don’t get to make the decision here.”
Oliver sobbed, his fingers clawing at the couch cushions. His caged cock throbbed against his stomach, the metal bars pressing angry red lines into his flushed skin with each frantic breath. "Ethan, please," His voice cracked, raw with desperation.
Ethan twisted the cucumber slightly, just enough to make Oliver’s thighs tremble. He watched Oliver’s face twist with need. "You’re doing so good." His free hand slid up Oliver’s chest, thumb brushing over a peaked nipple before pinching sharply. Oliver arched off the couch with a choked cry, his hole clenching around the shallow intrusion. The cucumber shifted with the movement, the ridges dragging over his oversensitive walls in a way that made his toes curl.
Oliver’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving. The cucumber pressed insistently inside him, the sensation maddeningly distant yet overwhelming—like an itch he couldn’t scratch. Precum dripped steadily from his cage, pooling in the hollow of his stomach. "Ethan," he begged, his voice breaking. "I need—fuck—I need to cum."
Ethan's thumb brushed slow circles over Oliver's chest, the calloused pad catching slightly on the damp skin. His voice was low, rough with restraint. "I know. I know—but we can't." He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing against the tension in his throat. "Not with these fucking locks."
Ethan cursed under his breath and yanked the cucumber free with a wet pop, tossing it onto the coffee table where it rolled to a stop against a half-empty water bottle. He collapsed onto the couch next to Oliver, his chest heaving, sweat glistening along the tense lines of his shoulders. "Fuck," he muttered, dragging a hand over his face. His glasses were askew, fogged at the edges from exertion. "There's no point. I'm throbbing and fucking horny. I'd do anything right now."
Oliver sat up abruptly, his thighs trembling as he shifted. The leather couch stuck to his sweat-slicked skin where he'd been sprawled. "Dude," he hissed, voice cracking. "I'm losing my fucking mind right now. You can't just-" He gestured wildly at the discarded cucumber, then at his own caged cock, flushed and straining against the bars. "-do that to me and then stop. Bro."
Ethan grimaced, adjusting himself with a rough tug at his cage, his dick twitching inside. "It's just making it worse," he admitted through gritted teeth. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers knotting in his own hair. "Every second, fuck, every second I can feel it. The pressure. The ache. And it won't fucking go away."
Oliver growled low in his throat, his fingers digging into Ethan's shoulders as he shoved him off the couch with surprising force. Ethan yelped as he hit the hardwood floor, his muscular frame landing with a thud that shook the coffee table. Before Ethan could react, Oliver was on him, straddling the small of his back with his thighs bracketing Ethan’s waist. The cage dug mercilessly into Ethan’s abs where Oliver pressed down.
"Dude, what the fuck." Ethan twisted his head to glare over his shoulder, his silver glasses skewed across his face. His protest died in his throat when Oliver smacked the swell of his ass and watched the glint of metal between his thighs.
"I'm not gonna be the only one suffering," Oliver muttered, his voice rough. He leaned down, his breath hot against Ethan’s ear as he spread Ethan’s cheeks with both hands. The muscle twitched beneath his touch, still loose from earlier. "Time to see how you like being teased."
Ethan’s breath hitched when Oliver’s tongue dragged a slow, wet stripe from his taint to his hole. The sensation was electric, hot and shamefully good, and Ethan’s hips jerked forward instinctively, his caged cock straining against the floor. "Wait dude what are you doing?"
Oliver's fingers closed around the discarded cucumber, still slick from his own arousal. The cool weight of it sent a shiver up his spine as he knelt between Ethan's spread thighs, watching the way his roommate's muscles tensed in anticipation. Ethan's body was a masterpiece. His broad shoulders flexed as he braced himself on his forearms, the thick cords of his neck standing out sharply against flushed skin. Sweat glistened along the sculpted planes of his back, trailing down the deep groove of his spine before disappearing beneath the swell of his ass. His high, firm globes twitched when Oliver dragged the blunt tip of the cucumber down his cleft, teasing the puffy rim that was still loose from earlier.
"Oli-" Ethan's voice cracked, his fingers scrabbling against the hardwood floor. The muscles in his thighs trembled violently as Oliver pressed the cucumber against his entrance, the coolness of it making Ethan jerk forward instinctively. Oliver smirked, holding him in place with a firm hand on the small of his back while he twisted the vegetable slowly, watching Ethan's hole flutter around the intrusion.
The first inch slid in with obscene ease, the ridges of the cucumber's skin catching slightly on Ethan's rim. Oliver exhaled sharply at the sight of Ethan's body opening so readily, his muscles clenching and releasing in desperate little pulses as more of the vegetable disappeared inside him. Ethan's forehead pressed against the floor, his breathing ragged. "Fuck, fuck, it's cold."
Oliver chuckled darkly, twisting the cucumber deeper. "You'll warm it up," he murmured, watching Ethan's back arch as the thickest part stretched him wide. Ethan's caged cock throbbed against the floor, precum smearing against the hardwood where it leaked through the bars. His thighs shook with the effort of staying still, every muscle in his body taut with tension.
Oliver traced the curve of Ethan's ass with his free hand, fingers digging into the firm flesh. Ethan was a work of disciplined training, with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, his back carved with deep grooves that flexed under Oliver's touch. Sweat glistened along the sculpted planes of his torso, pooling in the dip of his spine before trailing lower. His ass was high and firm, the cleft deep enough to shadow the flushed pucker of his hole where it stretched around the cucumber. Oliver's thumb brushed over the stretched rim, feeling the way it twitched around the intrusion.
"More," Ethan gasped, his voice wrecked. His hips jerked back involuntarily, driving the cucumber deeper. Oliver obliged, twisting it sharply until Ethan's entire body seized, his back bowing off the floor. The vegetable bottomed out inside him with a wet sound, the blunt base pressing against his rim. Ethan's thighs trembled violently, his caged cock pulsing against the floor. "Oli, please-"
Oliver leaned down, his breath hot against Ethan's ear. "Please what?" he murmured, dragging the cucumber almost completely out before slamming it back in. Ethan's cry fractured into a whimper, his fingers clawing at the floorboards. Oliver watched the way Ethan's muscles rippled with each thrust. The flex of his shoulders, the tense line of his abdomen, the way his ass clenched around the intrusion.
Ethan's body was slick with sweat, his skin flushed from collarbones to hips. The dusting of hair across his chest was dark with moisture, trailing down to his navel where it disappeared beneath the swell of his abs. His glasses had slid down his nose, fogged at the edges, his hazel eyes glazed behind them. Oliver traced the prominent veins in Ethan's forearms, the thick cords of muscle standing out sharply as Ethan gripped the floor for purchase.
The cucumber twisted deeper, stretching Ethan impossibly wider. His hole fluttered around the intrusion, still loose from earlier but clenching reflexively with each thrust. Oliver smirked when Ethan's thighs shook violently, the muscles in his legs taut with tension. Precum leaked steadily from Ethan's cage, pooling on the hardwood beneath him.
Oliver adjusted his angle slightly, pressing the cucumber against Ethan's prostate with ruthless precision. Ethan's back arched sharply, a shattered moan tearing from his throat. His caged cock jerked against the floor, the metal bars digging into his flushed skin. "Fuck, Oli, right there." The words dissolved into a whimper as Oliver fucked him harder, the ridges of the cucumber scraping over his prostate with every thrust.
Oliver twisted the cucumber deeper inside Ethan with a sharp flick of his wrist, watching his roommate's back bow off the floor. "Who's my little bitch?" he growled, his fingers tightening in Ethan's sweat-damp hair.
Ethan moaned brokenly against the hardwood, his thighs trembling violently as the ridges of the cucumber scraped over his prostate. Oliver stopped abruptly, yanking the vegetable halfway out. Ethan's hips jerked back instinctively, chasing the sensation, but Oliver smacked his ass hard enough to leave a stinging red handprint. "I asked you a question," he hissed, tightening his grip in Ethan's hair and pulling until his neck arched painfully.
Ethan whimpered, his caged cock pulsing against the floor. "I am," he gasped, the words raw with humiliation. His fingers scrambled for purchase on the hardwood, his glasses skewed across his flushed face.
Oliver twisted the cucumber deeper, the ridges dragging over Ethan's prostate with ruthless precision. "You're what?" he demanded, his voice rough with arousal.
"I'm, ah, your little bitch," Ethan choked out, his body jerking as Oliver slammed the cucumber back in fully. The blunt base pressed against his rim, stretching him impossibly wider with each thrust.
Oliver exhaled sharply, his fingers digging into Ethan's hips. "That's what I fucking thought," he growled, fucking him harder with the vegetable, his strokes relentless now. The couch rattled against the hardwood floor with each brutal thrust, Ethan's caged cock dragging wetly across the floorboards beneath him.
Ethan's breath came in ragged gasps, his forehead pressed against the floor. His thighs trembled violently, his muscles locking up as Oliver's thrusts grew erratic with sharp, snapping motions that drove the cucumber against his prostate with brutal precision. His caged cock throbbed against the hardwood, precum smearing in sticky streaks beneath him.
Oliver leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Ethan's ear as he twisted the cucumber mercilessly inside him. "Feel that?" he murmured, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust that made Ethan's thighs spasm. "That's what you did to me."
Ethan choked out a sob, his fingers clawing at the hardwood. The cucumber's ridges scraped over his prostate with every movement, the sensation overwhelming. Everything too much yet not enough. His caged cock ached violently against the floor, the metal bars leaving imprints in his flushed skin. "Oli, please-"
Oliver's free hand slid beneath Ethan's hips, lifting him higher to expose the swollen rim stretched tight around the vegetable. "Look at you," he breathed, dragging his thumb through the mess. "Taking it so fucking good."
Ethan's back arched sharply when Oliver pinched his nipple, the sudden pain-pleasure wringing a broken moan from his throat. The cucumber shifted inside him, the cold ridges pressing insistently against his sweet spot. His vision whited out momentarily, his body trembling on the edge of release with nowhere to go.
Oliver withdrew the cucumber with a wet pop, leaving Ethan gaping and shuddering on the floor. He tossed the vegetable aside, and it rolled under the coffee table with a dull thud, before straddling Ethan's lower back, his thighs bracketing Ethan's waist. Ethan's skin burned beneath him, sweat-slick and feverish. Oliver leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Ethan's ear. "Now we're even," he murmured, dragging his fingers through the mess between Ethan's thighs.
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