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“I wanna help,” he says, determined. James raises his eyebrows as he draws his cock out of Elliott. He puts it beside Elliott on the bed.
“How’d you want to help, baby?” James asks. He pulls his underwear down his legs, and Elliott’s eyes are drawn to the dense thicket of hair concealing James’s privates. Elliott thinks on it for a moment, but his hands have already decided, grabbing the used cock.
“I want to put this inside you,” Elliott says. James blushes. “I can wash it first, if—”
“No,” James says. “Like that. Still wet with my baby’s come.”
Elliott smirks and nods. He sits between James’s legs and is momentarily mesmerized as James spreads his cunt. It’s beautiful, dark and flushed and glistening with wetness in the lamp light. Elliott’s trance is only broken by Elio, who meows angrily at them from the floor.
“Hush,” James says. He reaches into the bedside drawer; not all of his toys are kept in here, but his ol’ reliables are, such as his suction toy. Elliott loves watching him use it. He remembers the feral feeling he got when he had the privilege of watching James fuck the toy.
“Ready, Mama?” Elliott asks. James hums.
“Spit on it first. It’s likely dried a bit.” James spreads himself open, preparing, and then puts the suction toy over his cock and powers it on. It makes a bit of a funny noise, but Elliott is more focused on the other noises—the ones that come from James, dulcet and beautiful.
Elliott drools on the cock, holding James’s eye, and he watches James mouth fuck just before his hips buck into his toy. His saliva spills from the tip to the base, and Elliott tilts the toy to distribute it as evenly as possible. James’s eyes are darker than Elliott has ever seen them.
“Now Mama ready?” Elliott asks. “Baby ready.”
“Yes, darling. Put it in my cunt.” James spreads himself open again. Elliott hadn’t considered the other hole, but he finds the idea titillating; another time. For now, he shifts and presses the tip of the dildo between James’s small, soft folds. He has the most beautiful cunt Elliott has ever seen. Elliott pushes the toy in and moans along with James as he watches his cunt swallow it. James isn’t exactly a size queen, but he can take a lot more than Elliott, so this toy doesn’t seem like a challenge.
“Good?” Elliott asks softly. James nods.
“Yeah, baby. Keep going. Fuck Mama.” James pushes his hips back onto the toy. Elliott moans and obeys, plunging the toy in and out of James’s cunt as James writhes and releases mellifluous moans. Elliott can’t believe he wasn’t doing this sooner. James is so lovely like this.
The toy pulsing around James’s cock grows louder. Elliott smiles sheepishly at James as James regards him like he hung the moon and stars.
“You’re doing so good, baby. So perfect, Elliott,” James says between moans, short of breath. Elliott’s smile grows. “It feels—fuck.”
“Mmhmm,” Elliott agrees. His arm starts to tire, but he can tell by the frenzied tone to James’s moans that he’s already close, so he keeps up the moderate pace.
“Come here, little one,” James says, his voice pleading. “Mama needs to kiss you.”
Elliott happily changes his position, taking on the one James used earlier to fuck him. He wraps his legs around James’s and grinds gently as their mouths make contact. James moans loudly and kisses messily, but Elliott doesn’t mind, just pleased to know he’s making his mama feel good.
Their lips dance, their tongues twining. Elliott greedily drinks down James’s every noise. James holds Elliott’s hair tight with his free hand. Their kiss is sloppy, open-mouthed. Elliott speeds up with the toy, and it has the result he desires: James moans very loudly and turns his suction toy up higher, probably as high as it goes.
“I want you to come, Mama,” Elliott whispers as James is taking a moaning break from their kiss. “Please. You can do it.”
“I’m going to, baby, fuck, I’m gonna come inside you, fuck, fuck, fuck,” James babbles, his voice strained, and then he breaks off into a moan so loud it seems to bounce off the walls and echo in James’s well-furnished bedroom. It’s the most wonderful thing Elliott has ever heard, and the moans that follow are similarly music to Elliott’s ears, even muffled by James’s tightly pressed lips and the hand clapped over them. He’s always so delightfully noisy. Elliott fucks him hard through it, pride blooming in his chest.
James breathes heavily as he comes down from the high of his orgasm and turns off his toy. Elliott gradually slows his pace until he stops fucking James altogether, letting the toy sit inside him so he can cup James’s face in his hands. James blinks up at him and grins dopily.
“I love you,” Elliott says, even though he’s said it already. James watches him fondly.
“I love you too. Thank you,” James replies. Elliott scoops up the toys before James can get the chance and goes to clean them. “You don’t have to—”
“I know,” Elliott says, swiping up the toy cleaner from the bedside drawer and bounding to the master bathroom. “I just want to help Mama.”
“Well, then ,thank you, baby. That’s very sweet.”
“Mmmhm.”