He squirted a little more lube onto his hand before slicking it onto the plug. "Look at your little hole," he murmured, rubbing his thumb against Neal's entrance, a tease of friction against his sensitive skin. Neal was on his knees, face pressed against the mattress, legs spread. Already breathing heavily and Peter had barely gotten started.
He prlaced the tip plug against Neal's hole and braced the base against his thigh. "Push back." And he held steady while Neal shuffled up onto his elbows and started to press backwards, smiling as he saw Neal's shoulders tense and heard his breath hitch.
The first rounded section slid in easily enough. A solid shove, a surprised gasp, Peter's hands on Neal's hips to keep him from pulling away. "Only two more to go."
Neal nodded and started to move again. The second swell of the plug was bigger - maybe two or three more inches in diameter, and from the muffled shout that Neal failed to bite back when he got past the widest part and his hole clenched down, it wasn't comfortable. Peter reached between his legs and started stroking his cock, teasing at his slit. "One more, Neal. Hurry up - we've got reservations in half an hour."
It took so much longer for the third one to get it. He watched Neal's hole try to expand, the skin of his rim going white and bloodless each time, before Neal pulled back. It was beautiful - but it was taking too long. Peter adjusted the plug against his hip, grabbed Neal around the waist, and pulled him back.
Neal's arms buckled and he fell forward, another inch sliding in. "So good," Peter whispered, too quietly for Neal to hear him over the steady stream of whimpers spilling out of his mouth. "Just a little - more - " And Neal was clutching at the bedspread, rocking his hips urgently in Peter's grasp.
"Relax," he ordered. And Neal froze, and took a deep breath, and sobbed when Peter gave one last shove and it slid in.
Just a black circle, a bit of rubber, remained visible. He twisted it in a circle and smirked when Neal's whole body convulsed. "Get dressed. You've got..." He checked his watch. "Five minutes." He stood up, brushed his suit off, and went downstairs to make small talk with June.
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He prlaced the tip plug against Neal's hole and braced the base against his thigh. "Push back." And he held steady while Neal shuffled up onto his elbows and started to press backwards, smiling as he saw Neal's shoulders tense and heard his breath hitch.
The first rounded section slid in easily enough. A solid shove, a surprised gasp, Peter's hands on Neal's hips to keep him from pulling away. "Only two more to go."
Neal nodded and started to move again. The second swell of the plug was bigger - maybe two or three more inches in diameter, and from the muffled shout that Neal failed to bite back when he got past the widest part and his hole clenched down, it wasn't comfortable. Peter reached between his legs and started stroking his cock, teasing at his slit. "One more, Neal. Hurry up - we've got reservations in half an hour."
It took so much longer for the third one to get it. He watched Neal's hole try to expand, the skin of his rim going white and bloodless each time, before Neal pulled back. It was beautiful - but it was taking too long. Peter adjusted the plug against his hip, grabbed Neal around the waist, and pulled him back.
Neal's arms buckled and he fell forward, another inch sliding in. "So good," Peter whispered, too quietly for Neal to hear him over the steady stream of whimpers spilling out of his mouth. "Just a little - more - " And Neal was clutching at the bedspread, rocking his hips urgently in Peter's grasp.
"Relax," he ordered. And Neal froze, and took a deep breath, and sobbed when Peter gave one last shove and it slid in.
Just a black circle, a bit of rubber, remained visible. He twisted it in a circle and smirked when Neal's whole body convulsed. "Get dressed. You've got..." He checked his watch. "Five minutes." He stood up, brushed his suit off, and went downstairs to make small talk with June.