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orlando_bloom waits at home for Eric Bana
Sep. 8th, 2016 08:23 americbanaplayers only. takes place the day after the boys reunite in Dublin.
Although most of the day has gone quickly, the closer it gets to be time for Eric to arrive, the longer it takes the minutes to pass by. Orlando settles himself on the sofa, feet tucked under his hips, the Citadel Europe toy catalog and a highlighter in his hand. He turns the pages slowly, making a mark next to anything that strikes his interest. Eric had texted him the assignment earlier, letting him know he was also on his way back.
Orlando bites his lower lip as he finds a particularly interesting page, his already flushed cock twitching in the firm grip of the ring circling the base. As he shifts, the tunnel plug makes him suck in a soft sound and sit up a little straighter, his skin flushed with arousal and senses tingling with anticipation.
Citadel parcel in hand, Eric takes the stairs to the apartment like he's done every day since Orlando's arrival, too impatient to wait for the building's only elevator. Halfway up he texts Orlando, Almost there... Already so hard he can barely breathe. Christ.
Orlando startles when his phone buzzes. He bites his lips as he checks the text, then drops the catalog next to it and scrambles off the sofa, taking a step one way, then the other before rolling his eyes at his own flustering and deciding simple is best. He's just settled into a kneeling position inside the entry - back straight, hands resting on his slightly spread thighs - as the key rattles in the lock and the doorknob turns.
Eric lets himself in, breath catching hard in his throat at the sight before him. He's been imagining this moment all day but his imagination didn't even come close. "I like the cock ring," he says, setting his bag down by the door, the parcel still clutched in his hand.
"I thought you might," Orlando says, voice husky as he smiles up at Eric. His body responds to his presence, sitting up a little, thighs shifting apart as his cock bobs between his thighs. "Welcome home."
"Thanks." Eric smiles. "I'm glad to be home. Very, very glad." He hangs his jacket up and steps forward, package in one hand, the other going to Orlando's face, stroking his cheek, cupping his jaw for a moment. "Show me the plug." He's hoping Orlando's chosen a decent sized one, especially for what he has planned.
Turning his head into Eric's hand, Orlando kisses it. "Yes, Eric." He turns and goes down on his hands and knees, hiking his hips up high so that Eric can see the large, clear tunnel plug he's wearing. He swallows as the position makes him acutely aware of his nakedness and of what he's spent the day doing, anticipating Eric’s return.
A groan spills from Eric's lips and he doesn't even attempt to hold it back. "Is it open-ended?" he asks, wondering if Orlando's somehow read his mind. Or his email.
"Yes, hollow all the way through." The groan from Eric sends a shiver down Orlando’s spine and he arches a bit higher, showing it off. "I take it you approve?"
"Wholly," Eric answers, adjusting himself through his jeans. "You didn't by any chance read through my email?"
"No," Orlando says, resting his head on his arms as he looks up at Eric. "I wouldn't read your private email." His brow furrows and he flails a hand. "It's...private. Why do you ask?" He grins. "Were you talking about me?"
Eric chuckles. "Maybe, but I was thinking of these," he says, holding up the package. He crooks a finger at Orlando and moves to the sofa, taking a seat. "You can open it if you'd like."
Orlando follows with an expectant look, crawling after him. He pops up on his knees and reaches for the bag - eyebrows going up as he hefts it in his hand. He leans against Eric's knee as he peers inside, then turns wide eyes up at him. "They're so heavy." He’s breathless as he draws out one of four obscenely heavy stainless steel eggs. He licks his lips. "Whatever are you going to do with these?" Glancing at Eric through his lashes.
"Well I definitely need someplace to put them," Eric says, drinking in every nuance of Orlando's reactions. "What do you think? Where should I put them?"
Orlando puts the egg back in the bag and presses the whole thing into Eric’s hands. "In me." His voice is quiet and his eyes are dark as he looks up at Eric.
"Turn around," Eric says, his voice thickening along with his cock. "Show me your hole again. Show me where I need to put these."
Orlando moans. "Yes, Eric." He turns, dropping onto his elbows as he lifts his ass and spreads his knees, showing off the glistening, tunnel-plugged hole.
The sight steals Eric's breath away and his cock jerks sharply in response. Ignoring the eggs for now, he slips two fingers inside the plug, into Orlando's hole, pushing them as deep as he can get them.
Bracing himself against the floor, Orlando tilts his hips and makes a frustrated sound when fingers feel more like pressure inside the hollow plug, but the sound quickly dips into a moan as Eric's reach exceeds the shallow tunnel and rubs against sensitive tissue.
"How does it feel?" Eric asks, pushing a third finger inside. "Any different than a normal plug? The way it holds you open, vulnerable, anything able to be pushed inside you..."
"It's...strange.” Orlando licks his lips, setting his body against the push of Eric’s fingers. “I can feel that you're in me, but it's more like a pressure instead of a touch. Until...oh." He trails off as Eric's fingers find bare flesh. "It's a bit intense to feel your touch past the plug."
Which gives Eric all sorts of ideas. But those are for later. Right now? He draws back and hefts the first egg in his hand. "These each weigh a pound," he tells Orlando, fitting it to the plug, the diameter just right for it to be pushed through and into his boy.
Orlando’s breath comes out in a rush, his hands splayed on the floor as the weight slips in, heavy and odd and like a living thing as it settles. He flushes and his stomach flips, a blurt of precome splatting to the floor between his knees. "Heavy."
Eric nods. "Very," he agrees, running his free hand over Orlando's belly, fingers brushing his cock, as he picks up the next egg. "I can feel it inside you."
Orlando makes a noise at the touch, setting his knees wider as he stares over his shoulder at Eric. "It doesn't hurt, but I can definitely feel it."
"Wait til you have four inside you," Eric says with a grin, letting the second one drop.
"Fuck." Orlando drops his head down on his arms when they clank together inside. The weight is enough to make his cock drool another thin stream and makes him grateful for the firm grip of the thick ring around the base.
Eric's cock jerks and he bites back a groan as he manipulates the eggs through Orlando's belly, the obscenity of it, the downright dirtiness almost stealing his breath away. "Third one," he warns, pushing the next egg through the hollow plug.
Knowing the third is coming leaves Orlando a little uncertain, his breath hitching as he feels Eric push it through. He stutters something that may have been words once and arches his hips and rocks back and forth, making them shift and clank and his cock pours precome from his slit in a puddle beneath him.
"You're making a mess, boy," Eric says, deliberately letting the side of his hand brush Orlando's cock as he works the eggs inside him.
Orlando whines, high-pitched and pleading as Eric's hand teases and the eggs shift and press, heavy like nothing has ever been before. He hunches forward and then back again, arching even as he pants, not sure if he wants more or less. “It’s so strange…"
"I've got one more," Eric tells him, hefting the last egg in his hand. "You want it, boy?"
"Yes, fuck." Orlando spits out the words, thighs trembling as the eggs press and shift with every motion. "Please, one more, please." Trailing off into a whisper.
Eric slowly pushes the egg through the plug, watching Orlando's face from the side, his own cock so fucking hard it hurts.
Orlando grunts and rubs his cheek against the floor as he shifts his blurry gaze to meet Eric's. "So. Full," he murmurs, his hips moving in one slow, helpless roll after another.
"You feel full," Eric says, continuing to massage Orlando's belly, able to feel the individual eggs moving inside him. "Crawl," he orders, sitting back, his cock throbbing roughly. "Down the hall and back."
A whine escapes Orlando's lips as he pushes up to his hands, biting his lip as everything shifts and he tries to tighten around the plug. The first couple of feet make the eggs roll and shift and his gut churns and sweat blossoms on his neck and back. He slows down and spreads his legs wider, whimpering as his cock drips first down his inner thigh, then spatters the floor with precome with every shuffle forward. He makes it to the end and has to pause, head hanging low, both ass and thighs trembling.
Eric watches intently, his cock thick and aching, the very wrongness of this only making him harder. "Good boy. Come on back now."
The praise is enough to get Orlando turned around, his head coming up and seeking Eric's gaze as he takes the first slow shuffle forward and nearly goes down to the floor. There's too much going on inside his body for his mind to make sense of it, the ache of his cock only an echo against the heavy, bruising pressure inside him. He makes helpless sounds as he crawls back, unsteady and thighs spread, his moan ragged and wrapped in a needy whine as he finally presses his whole face and shoulder against Eric's leg, sliding his cheek down to rest on top of his shoe, arms spread and thighs trembling.
"So good for me," Eric murmurs, petting Orlando, his fingers run through his boy's hair. "Now the only question is... do I fuck you with the eggs still in you?"
Orlando makes a strangled sound and pushes into Eric's touch, licking his lips. The thought of Eric adding his cock to the already heavy fullness inside him is both scary and hot enough to make his cock strain against the ring and his body tighten. "Yeah?" he breathes, part question but mostly consent. "It's scary to think of adding anything, but I want it." Looking up at him. "I want you to."
"Good boy," Eric murmurs, pushing to his feet. He strips down, his clothes tossed on the couch, and kneels behind Orlando, fingers spreading him open, the plug staying in place, rigidly holding its shape. "This is going to be strange," he says, more thinking out loud than anything else, his cock fit to the opening and pushed inside.
"Strange," Orlando huffs unsteadily, spreading his thighs and bracing himself as he peers over his shoulder at Eric. "You're not the one ungh..." he finishes inarticulately, forehead thumping into the carpet as Eric's thick cock fills up all space left inside him.
"Not the one what?" Eric teases, thrusting slowly. "Use your words, boy."
Orlando turns his head to the side. "Stuffed and fucked." Digging his hands into the carpet, he rocks his hips back into Eric's, then shudders at the heavy shift of metal and the sweet roil of too many sensations.
Eric groans, pushing in deep, his hands locking around the fronts of Orlando's thighs, the eggs moving against the tip of his cock. "So fucking dirty..."
"Harder," Orlando grinds out, the words short and heavy with need. "Eric, please." Losing himself again in the pressure against nerve endings not meant to sustain the sensation.
It's tempting to tease, to draw this out, to make his boy beg, plead... but that note, that need that's already there... Eric pulls back and slams in, the eggs shifting hard around his cock.
Orlando's, yes, fuck yes is sharp and relieved and escalates into a flurry of sounds, punched out of him with each thrust of Eric's cock. His cock aches like it's been flayed, but it's the sweet pressure inside which threatens to drive him insane. "Please, please, coming, please," babbling for permission even as his body tightens and bends under the heavy thrusts.
"Go ahead. Do it," Eric orders. There's no question in his mind Orlando's earned his permission.
Permission takes a few moments to process and Orlando hangs on the edge before a shudder finally works its way up from the weights knocking around inside him. Come streams from his slit, forced out from the ring in long strands with every thrust. It feels like he comes for minutes and even though his mouth hangs open, he doesn't make a sound.
Eric can feel every ripple of pleasure, every clench of Orlando's hole, the plug staying rigid and hard around the first part of his cock. He thrusts in harder, holding nothing back now, bruising himself against the heavy eggs inside until he comes with a roar, nails digging crescent moons into Orlando's thighs.
Orlando moans long and low as he feels Eric’s hands tighten. He clenches as much as he can around Eric’s cock, which forces another dribble of come from his own. The weights feel heavier than before, the pressure alien in contrast to the familiar heat of Eric pressed against his hips. "Tell me we're keeping these," he groans, words slurred with pleasure.
"We're definitely keeping them," Eric agrees, leaning down, over Orlando, a kiss pressed to his shoulder. "Of course, they have to come out..."
A whimper comprised of mostly embarrassed horror escapes Orlando's mouth before he can stop it, and he ducks his head, hiding his reddening cheeks. After a few seconds, he turns to peer at Eric between splayed fingers.
"This time I'll give you the choice," Eric says with a laugh, easing out and sitting back. "You can do it here in front of me, or I'll give you some privacy."
With monumental effort, Orlando rolls to his side. He groans as the eggs shift, again, and looks up at Eric, his expression thoughtful. "Do you want to watch?"
Eric nods. "Yeah, I do." His cock still hard between his thighs, still slick with come and lube.
Chewing on his lower lip, it's a moment before Orlando pushes himself to his knees and after another long look at Eric, turns his back and spreads his thighs. He pulls out the tunnel plug first, making a low sound as it slips free of his slick, well-stretched hole and sets it aside.
Feet tucked under his hips and back arched, thighs wide, Orlando has to close his eyes and ignore the flaming color of his cheeks, a flush he knows is slowly creeping down his skin as he sits up and slowly clenches and pushes until he feels the first egg slip free.
Fuck. Eric's cock throbs and he bites back a groan, gaze locked on Orlando's hole. It's dirty, nasty, filthy, everything about it obscene - and completely fucking hot. "Good boy. Keep going," he orders.
This is it, the thing Orlando craves: hot, focused praise. It's enough to temper any lingering embarrassment and has him spreading his cheeks with long fingers. Giving Eric a better view as he leans forward and pushes out the next. And the next. He groans when each falls free, clanking wetly against those already on the floor under his spread cheeks.
The groan spills free and Eric's cock throbs again, not even close to softening yet. "Last one. Push it out for me, boy."
"Yes, Eric." Orlando groans, a shudder traveling up his spine as he strains to follow the order. Cheeks flushed and panting as the last egg slips free with an obscene squelch, dropping to the floor beneath him. "Nngh." He's hot and shivery and cold all at once, his cock flushed and still half-hard in the ring.
Eric groans, shifting closer again, reaching out to touch that stretched and gaping flesh, his fingers stroking around and into Orlando's hole.
Orlando’s body folds like a cord has been cut, face pressed to the floor and ass pushing at Eric's hand as garbled whimpers escape his throat.
Eric keeps stroking the soft red flesh inside, pushing his fingers deeper, harder. "Can you come again?"
Orlando whines in response. The asking is enough to have him at the edge on a normal day, and combined with the way Eric's fingers are digging in the fucked out mess of his hole, he's lost to sensation. "Yes yes please can come, wanna come again on your hand," he babbles rocking back and forth to get them deeper.
Fuck. Eric closes his eyes for a second, steeling himself before he nods, working his hand deeper. "Whenever you want," his boy's body opening easily, blossoming around the widest part before suddenly sucking him in.
Orlando goes quiet as he's filled with the breadth and weight of Eric's hand. Not as heavy as the eggs, but infinitely larger. Warm. His. Muscles flex as he squeezes carefully around it. His groan is stuttered and deep. He shifts, knees slipping apart, back arching, hands splayed on the floor. Then he’s pushing back and taking more.
There's lube within reaching distance and Eric grabs for it now, pouring it down his forearm and into Orlando's hole, giving his boy what he wants. More. Watching that wrecked hole take him in, still hungry.
Orlando's body goes pliant, his lips parted and eyelashes fluttering as he's filled. His moan is quiet and low as his body flutters around Eric's hand as much as his lashes and a quiet, slurred, "Please?" escapes his lips.
"Go ahead," Eric nods, twisting his arm still deeper. "Come when you need to."
It's so much sensation, Orlando's not sure his body will obey. His hands twitch and he breathes in once - deep and hard, then again. The cry that tears out of his throat fills the small apartment as come streams from his cock, his body clamping down on Eric's arm.
"Good boy," Eric murmurs, in awe, stilling as Orlando's body squeezes vise-like around him. "I am so proud of you."
Still panting, Orlando swallows hard and turns his head to look at Eric, body spasming around his hand. "Thank you." The words shuddery and sweet, his smile dazed. "Love you, Eric."
"I love you too," Eric says, leaning in to press a kiss to Orlando's hip. He smiles. "You ready for it to come out?"
Orlando manages a ragged chuckle. "No?" He licks his lips and takes a couple of deep, steady breaths, body relaxing in increments. "Okay, yeah. Slow, though." Stretching his arms out above his head, his voice growing quiet. "I like the drag."
Eric's cock throbs violently at the words. "You do, do you?" Slowly, so fucking slowly, drawing back, out, a fraction of an inch at a time. "Like this?"
“Yes.” Orlando whines the answer, face turned into his upraised arm as his body flutters and pulses around Eric’s hand, clinging to it as it slowly pulls out. “Fucking yes, I do, I do.” A helpless little babble of words escaping.
Orlando's body gapes when his hand's pulled free and Eric runs his fingers around the inside, stroking and playing with the still-stretched flesh.
Letting the sounds spill from his lips, Orlando shudders and shakes gently under Eric’s touch. A flush covers him from cock to throat as he writhes, cock spent but still half-swollen and aching as sensations spark through his entire lower body.
"One of these days, when I'm off and it's a good day to stay in, I'm going to play with your hole like this, all day long, just finger and fuck and fist it until you're begging me to stop and even then I'm going to keep going..."
Orlando whimpers and his body convulses, clamping down hard on Eric's fingers before the over-worked muscles release him abruptly gaping again.
"I'm going to bite you and scratch you and leave marks over every inch of your body, fist punch your hole until you're crying and pleading for me to give you a break..." Eric continues, still teasing the already abused flesh.
"Yes. Eric." The name is a plea as Orlando alternately flinches from the touch and then in the next moment, strains towards it, knees splayed and hips stuttering up into it. "All of it, for you, yes, whatever you want to do. For you."
"Good boy," Eric nods, the words exactly what he wants to hear. He pulls his fingers free, finally, wiping them on his leg. "C'mere."
Orlando shifts with a groan, pushing up to his hands and knees and crawling to Eric.
Eric pulls Orlando into his lap, wrapping his arms around his boy and kissing him thoroughly. "I am so proud of you."
"As you bloody well should be." The words are unsteady and teasing as Orlando burrows into his chest, head tucked into the curve of Eric's shoulder as his body slowly begins to reassemble itself. "Four pounds of metal." He shivers again, his body still stretched and tender at the memory as he grins. "I feel as if I should buy a t-shirt."
Eric laughs. "I'll get you one," he promises, eyes twinkling.
[feedback welcome. comments screened.]
Although most of the day has gone quickly, the closer it gets to be time for Eric to arrive, the longer it takes the minutes to pass by. Orlando settles himself on the sofa, feet tucked under his hips, the Citadel Europe toy catalog and a highlighter in his hand. He turns the pages slowly, making a mark next to anything that strikes his interest. Eric had texted him the assignment earlier, letting him know he was also on his way back.
Orlando bites his lower lip as he finds a particularly interesting page, his already flushed cock twitching in the firm grip of the ring circling the base. As he shifts, the tunnel plug makes him suck in a soft sound and sit up a little straighter, his skin flushed with arousal and senses tingling with anticipation.
Citadel parcel in hand, Eric takes the stairs to the apartment like he's done every day since Orlando's arrival, too impatient to wait for the building's only elevator. Halfway up he texts Orlando, Almost there... Already so hard he can barely breathe. Christ.
Orlando startles when his phone buzzes. He bites his lips as he checks the text, then drops the catalog next to it and scrambles off the sofa, taking a step one way, then the other before rolling his eyes at his own flustering and deciding simple is best. He's just settled into a kneeling position inside the entry - back straight, hands resting on his slightly spread thighs - as the key rattles in the lock and the doorknob turns.
Eric lets himself in, breath catching hard in his throat at the sight before him. He's been imagining this moment all day but his imagination didn't even come close. "I like the cock ring," he says, setting his bag down by the door, the parcel still clutched in his hand.
"I thought you might," Orlando says, voice husky as he smiles up at Eric. His body responds to his presence, sitting up a little, thighs shifting apart as his cock bobs between his thighs. "Welcome home."
"Thanks." Eric smiles. "I'm glad to be home. Very, very glad." He hangs his jacket up and steps forward, package in one hand, the other going to Orlando's face, stroking his cheek, cupping his jaw for a moment. "Show me the plug." He's hoping Orlando's chosen a decent sized one, especially for what he has planned.
Turning his head into Eric's hand, Orlando kisses it. "Yes, Eric." He turns and goes down on his hands and knees, hiking his hips up high so that Eric can see the large, clear tunnel plug he's wearing. He swallows as the position makes him acutely aware of his nakedness and of what he's spent the day doing, anticipating Eric’s return.
A groan spills from Eric's lips and he doesn't even attempt to hold it back. "Is it open-ended?" he asks, wondering if Orlando's somehow read his mind. Or his email.
"Yes, hollow all the way through." The groan from Eric sends a shiver down Orlando’s spine and he arches a bit higher, showing it off. "I take it you approve?"
"Wholly," Eric answers, adjusting himself through his jeans. "You didn't by any chance read through my email?"
"No," Orlando says, resting his head on his arms as he looks up at Eric. "I wouldn't read your private email." His brow furrows and he flails a hand. "It's...private. Why do you ask?" He grins. "Were you talking about me?"
Eric chuckles. "Maybe, but I was thinking of these," he says, holding up the package. He crooks a finger at Orlando and moves to the sofa, taking a seat. "You can open it if you'd like."
Orlando follows with an expectant look, crawling after him. He pops up on his knees and reaches for the bag - eyebrows going up as he hefts it in his hand. He leans against Eric's knee as he peers inside, then turns wide eyes up at him. "They're so heavy." He’s breathless as he draws out one of four obscenely heavy stainless steel eggs. He licks his lips. "Whatever are you going to do with these?" Glancing at Eric through his lashes.
"Well I definitely need someplace to put them," Eric says, drinking in every nuance of Orlando's reactions. "What do you think? Where should I put them?"
Orlando puts the egg back in the bag and presses the whole thing into Eric’s hands. "In me." His voice is quiet and his eyes are dark as he looks up at Eric.
"Turn around," Eric says, his voice thickening along with his cock. "Show me your hole again. Show me where I need to put these."
Orlando moans. "Yes, Eric." He turns, dropping onto his elbows as he lifts his ass and spreads his knees, showing off the glistening, tunnel-plugged hole.
The sight steals Eric's breath away and his cock jerks sharply in response. Ignoring the eggs for now, he slips two fingers inside the plug, into Orlando's hole, pushing them as deep as he can get them.
Bracing himself against the floor, Orlando tilts his hips and makes a frustrated sound when fingers feel more like pressure inside the hollow plug, but the sound quickly dips into a moan as Eric's reach exceeds the shallow tunnel and rubs against sensitive tissue.
"How does it feel?" Eric asks, pushing a third finger inside. "Any different than a normal plug? The way it holds you open, vulnerable, anything able to be pushed inside you..."
"It's...strange.” Orlando licks his lips, setting his body against the push of Eric’s fingers. “I can feel that you're in me, but it's more like a pressure instead of a touch. Until...oh." He trails off as Eric's fingers find bare flesh. "It's a bit intense to feel your touch past the plug."
Which gives Eric all sorts of ideas. But those are for later. Right now? He draws back and hefts the first egg in his hand. "These each weigh a pound," he tells Orlando, fitting it to the plug, the diameter just right for it to be pushed through and into his boy.
Orlando’s breath comes out in a rush, his hands splayed on the floor as the weight slips in, heavy and odd and like a living thing as it settles. He flushes and his stomach flips, a blurt of precome splatting to the floor between his knees. "Heavy."
Eric nods. "Very," he agrees, running his free hand over Orlando's belly, fingers brushing his cock, as he picks up the next egg. "I can feel it inside you."
Orlando makes a noise at the touch, setting his knees wider as he stares over his shoulder at Eric. "It doesn't hurt, but I can definitely feel it."
"Wait til you have four inside you," Eric says with a grin, letting the second one drop.
"Fuck." Orlando drops his head down on his arms when they clank together inside. The weight is enough to make his cock drool another thin stream and makes him grateful for the firm grip of the thick ring around the base.
Eric's cock jerks and he bites back a groan as he manipulates the eggs through Orlando's belly, the obscenity of it, the downright dirtiness almost stealing his breath away. "Third one," he warns, pushing the next egg through the hollow plug.
Knowing the third is coming leaves Orlando a little uncertain, his breath hitching as he feels Eric push it through. He stutters something that may have been words once and arches his hips and rocks back and forth, making them shift and clank and his cock pours precome from his slit in a puddle beneath him.
"You're making a mess, boy," Eric says, deliberately letting the side of his hand brush Orlando's cock as he works the eggs inside him.
Orlando whines, high-pitched and pleading as Eric's hand teases and the eggs shift and press, heavy like nothing has ever been before. He hunches forward and then back again, arching even as he pants, not sure if he wants more or less. “It’s so strange…"
"I've got one more," Eric tells him, hefting the last egg in his hand. "You want it, boy?"
"Yes, fuck." Orlando spits out the words, thighs trembling as the eggs press and shift with every motion. "Please, one more, please." Trailing off into a whisper.
Eric slowly pushes the egg through the plug, watching Orlando's face from the side, his own cock so fucking hard it hurts.
Orlando grunts and rubs his cheek against the floor as he shifts his blurry gaze to meet Eric's. "So. Full," he murmurs, his hips moving in one slow, helpless roll after another.
"You feel full," Eric says, continuing to massage Orlando's belly, able to feel the individual eggs moving inside him. "Crawl," he orders, sitting back, his cock throbbing roughly. "Down the hall and back."
A whine escapes Orlando's lips as he pushes up to his hands, biting his lip as everything shifts and he tries to tighten around the plug. The first couple of feet make the eggs roll and shift and his gut churns and sweat blossoms on his neck and back. He slows down and spreads his legs wider, whimpering as his cock drips first down his inner thigh, then spatters the floor with precome with every shuffle forward. He makes it to the end and has to pause, head hanging low, both ass and thighs trembling.
Eric watches intently, his cock thick and aching, the very wrongness of this only making him harder. "Good boy. Come on back now."
The praise is enough to get Orlando turned around, his head coming up and seeking Eric's gaze as he takes the first slow shuffle forward and nearly goes down to the floor. There's too much going on inside his body for his mind to make sense of it, the ache of his cock only an echo against the heavy, bruising pressure inside him. He makes helpless sounds as he crawls back, unsteady and thighs spread, his moan ragged and wrapped in a needy whine as he finally presses his whole face and shoulder against Eric's leg, sliding his cheek down to rest on top of his shoe, arms spread and thighs trembling.
"So good for me," Eric murmurs, petting Orlando, his fingers run through his boy's hair. "Now the only question is... do I fuck you with the eggs still in you?"
Orlando makes a strangled sound and pushes into Eric's touch, licking his lips. The thought of Eric adding his cock to the already heavy fullness inside him is both scary and hot enough to make his cock strain against the ring and his body tighten. "Yeah?" he breathes, part question but mostly consent. "It's scary to think of adding anything, but I want it." Looking up at him. "I want you to."
"Good boy," Eric murmurs, pushing to his feet. He strips down, his clothes tossed on the couch, and kneels behind Orlando, fingers spreading him open, the plug staying in place, rigidly holding its shape. "This is going to be strange," he says, more thinking out loud than anything else, his cock fit to the opening and pushed inside.
"Strange," Orlando huffs unsteadily, spreading his thighs and bracing himself as he peers over his shoulder at Eric. "You're not the one ungh..." he finishes inarticulately, forehead thumping into the carpet as Eric's thick cock fills up all space left inside him.
"Not the one what?" Eric teases, thrusting slowly. "Use your words, boy."
Orlando turns his head to the side. "Stuffed and fucked." Digging his hands into the carpet, he rocks his hips back into Eric's, then shudders at the heavy shift of metal and the sweet roil of too many sensations.
Eric groans, pushing in deep, his hands locking around the fronts of Orlando's thighs, the eggs moving against the tip of his cock. "So fucking dirty..."
"Harder," Orlando grinds out, the words short and heavy with need. "Eric, please." Losing himself again in the pressure against nerve endings not meant to sustain the sensation.
It's tempting to tease, to draw this out, to make his boy beg, plead... but that note, that need that's already there... Eric pulls back and slams in, the eggs shifting hard around his cock.
Orlando's, yes, fuck yes is sharp and relieved and escalates into a flurry of sounds, punched out of him with each thrust of Eric's cock. His cock aches like it's been flayed, but it's the sweet pressure inside which threatens to drive him insane. "Please, please, coming, please," babbling for permission even as his body tightens and bends under the heavy thrusts.
"Go ahead. Do it," Eric orders. There's no question in his mind Orlando's earned his permission.
Permission takes a few moments to process and Orlando hangs on the edge before a shudder finally works its way up from the weights knocking around inside him. Come streams from his slit, forced out from the ring in long strands with every thrust. It feels like he comes for minutes and even though his mouth hangs open, he doesn't make a sound.
Eric can feel every ripple of pleasure, every clench of Orlando's hole, the plug staying rigid and hard around the first part of his cock. He thrusts in harder, holding nothing back now, bruising himself against the heavy eggs inside until he comes with a roar, nails digging crescent moons into Orlando's thighs.
Orlando moans long and low as he feels Eric’s hands tighten. He clenches as much as he can around Eric’s cock, which forces another dribble of come from his own. The weights feel heavier than before, the pressure alien in contrast to the familiar heat of Eric pressed against his hips. "Tell me we're keeping these," he groans, words slurred with pleasure.
"We're definitely keeping them," Eric agrees, leaning down, over Orlando, a kiss pressed to his shoulder. "Of course, they have to come out..."
A whimper comprised of mostly embarrassed horror escapes Orlando's mouth before he can stop it, and he ducks his head, hiding his reddening cheeks. After a few seconds, he turns to peer at Eric between splayed fingers.
"This time I'll give you the choice," Eric says with a laugh, easing out and sitting back. "You can do it here in front of me, or I'll give you some privacy."
With monumental effort, Orlando rolls to his side. He groans as the eggs shift, again, and looks up at Eric, his expression thoughtful. "Do you want to watch?"
Eric nods. "Yeah, I do." His cock still hard between his thighs, still slick with come and lube.
Chewing on his lower lip, it's a moment before Orlando pushes himself to his knees and after another long look at Eric, turns his back and spreads his thighs. He pulls out the tunnel plug first, making a low sound as it slips free of his slick, well-stretched hole and sets it aside.
Feet tucked under his hips and back arched, thighs wide, Orlando has to close his eyes and ignore the flaming color of his cheeks, a flush he knows is slowly creeping down his skin as he sits up and slowly clenches and pushes until he feels the first egg slip free.
Fuck. Eric's cock throbs and he bites back a groan, gaze locked on Orlando's hole. It's dirty, nasty, filthy, everything about it obscene - and completely fucking hot. "Good boy. Keep going," he orders.
This is it, the thing Orlando craves: hot, focused praise. It's enough to temper any lingering embarrassment and has him spreading his cheeks with long fingers. Giving Eric a better view as he leans forward and pushes out the next. And the next. He groans when each falls free, clanking wetly against those already on the floor under his spread cheeks.
The groan spills free and Eric's cock throbs again, not even close to softening yet. "Last one. Push it out for me, boy."
"Yes, Eric." Orlando groans, a shudder traveling up his spine as he strains to follow the order. Cheeks flushed and panting as the last egg slips free with an obscene squelch, dropping to the floor beneath him. "Nngh." He's hot and shivery and cold all at once, his cock flushed and still half-hard in the ring.
Eric groans, shifting closer again, reaching out to touch that stretched and gaping flesh, his fingers stroking around and into Orlando's hole.
Orlando’s body folds like a cord has been cut, face pressed to the floor and ass pushing at Eric's hand as garbled whimpers escape his throat.
Eric keeps stroking the soft red flesh inside, pushing his fingers deeper, harder. "Can you come again?"
Orlando whines in response. The asking is enough to have him at the edge on a normal day, and combined with the way Eric's fingers are digging in the fucked out mess of his hole, he's lost to sensation. "Yes yes please can come, wanna come again on your hand," he babbles rocking back and forth to get them deeper.
Fuck. Eric closes his eyes for a second, steeling himself before he nods, working his hand deeper. "Whenever you want," his boy's body opening easily, blossoming around the widest part before suddenly sucking him in.
Orlando goes quiet as he's filled with the breadth and weight of Eric's hand. Not as heavy as the eggs, but infinitely larger. Warm. His. Muscles flex as he squeezes carefully around it. His groan is stuttered and deep. He shifts, knees slipping apart, back arching, hands splayed on the floor. Then he’s pushing back and taking more.
There's lube within reaching distance and Eric grabs for it now, pouring it down his forearm and into Orlando's hole, giving his boy what he wants. More. Watching that wrecked hole take him in, still hungry.
Orlando's body goes pliant, his lips parted and eyelashes fluttering as he's filled. His moan is quiet and low as his body flutters around Eric's hand as much as his lashes and a quiet, slurred, "Please?" escapes his lips.
"Go ahead," Eric nods, twisting his arm still deeper. "Come when you need to."
It's so much sensation, Orlando's not sure his body will obey. His hands twitch and he breathes in once - deep and hard, then again. The cry that tears out of his throat fills the small apartment as come streams from his cock, his body clamping down on Eric's arm.
"Good boy," Eric murmurs, in awe, stilling as Orlando's body squeezes vise-like around him. "I am so proud of you."
Still panting, Orlando swallows hard and turns his head to look at Eric, body spasming around his hand. "Thank you." The words shuddery and sweet, his smile dazed. "Love you, Eric."
"I love you too," Eric says, leaning in to press a kiss to Orlando's hip. He smiles. "You ready for it to come out?"
Orlando manages a ragged chuckle. "No?" He licks his lips and takes a couple of deep, steady breaths, body relaxing in increments. "Okay, yeah. Slow, though." Stretching his arms out above his head, his voice growing quiet. "I like the drag."
Eric's cock throbs violently at the words. "You do, do you?" Slowly, so fucking slowly, drawing back, out, a fraction of an inch at a time. "Like this?"
“Yes.” Orlando whines the answer, face turned into his upraised arm as his body flutters and pulses around Eric’s hand, clinging to it as it slowly pulls out. “Fucking yes, I do, I do.” A helpless little babble of words escaping.
Orlando's body gapes when his hand's pulled free and Eric runs his fingers around the inside, stroking and playing with the still-stretched flesh.
Letting the sounds spill from his lips, Orlando shudders and shakes gently under Eric’s touch. A flush covers him from cock to throat as he writhes, cock spent but still half-swollen and aching as sensations spark through his entire lower body.
"One of these days, when I'm off and it's a good day to stay in, I'm going to play with your hole like this, all day long, just finger and fuck and fist it until you're begging me to stop and even then I'm going to keep going..."
Orlando whimpers and his body convulses, clamping down hard on Eric's fingers before the over-worked muscles release him abruptly gaping again.
"I'm going to bite you and scratch you and leave marks over every inch of your body, fist punch your hole until you're crying and pleading for me to give you a break..." Eric continues, still teasing the already abused flesh.
"Yes. Eric." The name is a plea as Orlando alternately flinches from the touch and then in the next moment, strains towards it, knees splayed and hips stuttering up into it. "All of it, for you, yes, whatever you want to do. For you."
"Good boy," Eric nods, the words exactly what he wants to hear. He pulls his fingers free, finally, wiping them on his leg. "C'mere."
Orlando shifts with a groan, pushing up to his hands and knees and crawling to Eric.
Eric pulls Orlando into his lap, wrapping his arms around his boy and kissing him thoroughly. "I am so proud of you."
"As you bloody well should be." The words are unsteady and teasing as Orlando burrows into his chest, head tucked into the curve of Eric's shoulder as his body slowly begins to reassemble itself. "Four pounds of metal." He shivers again, his body still stretched and tender at the memory as he grins. "I feel as if I should buy a t-shirt."
Eric laughs. "I'll get you one," he promises, eyes twinkling.
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