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Ashton didn't exactly blush easily, but when he's sat with a parcel full of bottles of lube right there on his dining table, he's cheeks are feeling a little bit heated.
When the postman had come to the door that morning, he had been expecting the present he had ordered for his mum on her birthday.... that present definitely didn't consist of the twenty bottles of lube he now had in his possession. At least that was the number that was written on the delivery sheet inside the box, which Ashton was now glancing over.
'Regular Lubricant (50ml) /Quantity - x20'
Then he noticed another item on the list, and his eyes practically bug out of his head as he read the words printed below.
no, no way
you've got to be kidding me
'Classic Butt Plug (Black) / Quantity – x1'
Ashton chokes on nothing in particular, dropping the order sheet like it had burned him and jumping back, knocking the parcel off the table and sending it's contents spilling across the floor. Including, to his horror, a neatly packaged and obviously shaped, black item.
Standing frozen in place in his kitchen, surrounded by twenty bottles of lube, Ashton just stares at the object there in the middle of it all. The only thing in his head being:
butt plug
that's a butt plug
there's a mother shitting butt plug on my kitchen floor
an actual butt plug
After a minute, the initial shock (and just a little panic) had past, and the sex toy was still laying on the floor and nothing bad had happened yet. There was no armed sex police smashing through the windows, ready to take it away, no judgemental friends ready to take the piss. And Ashton found himself just a little curious, fingers twitching at his sides and his eyes flicking to and from the small black object.
“Fuck it.” he mutters, diving down and snatching the package from the floor, turning it over in his hands. It didn't actually look that scary up close, the name suggested a far more threatening looking object than the one behind the plastic wrapping. Ashton ran his fingers across the outside, wondering what the toy would actually feel like, if it was as smooth as it looked. Maybe if he just opened it up and -
no, no no no sooooo not going there
god, it's not like it's even mine
And well, that was a very good point right there. Who had ordered twenty bottles of lube and a butt plug to boot? Honestly, Ashton didn't really want to know, but he put the toy down and located the order sheet, from where it had drifted under the table. Searching through the refund information and special offers on other orders (Ashton couldn't help but snort at the very thought), there was the number of his flat, but with a different name above it.
Luke Hemmings
At this, he nearly choked for the second time that morning, since he just happened to know someone with that name. That someone being, his next door neighbour, the very hot neighbour, who Ashton may or may not have a huge crush on.
Yeah, that Luke Hemmings. Who apparently orders sex toys online...who knew? Definitely not Ashton.
great, now im going to have to give it back
He was goingto have to hand over twenty bottles of lube and a fucking butt plug to his ridiculously attractive neighbour. Great.
~
If Ashton was blushing when he first opened the parcel, that was nothing to how much he was when it came to knocking on his hot-ass neighbours door.
As much as he tried to make the package look unopened, there was no hiding the fact of the ripped cardboard strips and the very obvious strips of sellotape which held it together. Waiting for the door to open, he danced nervously on the balls of his feet, trying to figure out just what the fuck he was going to say. Somehow he didn't think, “Hi, it's me, Ashton your neighbour, and I have your lube and sex toy in this box.” would be the best approach.
He didn't have much more time to dwell on it further, the door made clicks of locks being opened and then Ashton was face to gorgeous face, with his next door, sex toy ordering neighbour.
“Oh, hey Ashton.” Luke says, smiling at the shuffling boy in front of him. “Is everything okay?” he asks, frowning slightly when Ashton doesn't do anything except blink up stupidly at him.
“I have your parcel.” Ashton blurts, shoving the box into Luke's hands. It's not his proudest moment, and it feels like he's making a drugs trade, like the old lady peering out of her curtains at them from across the street, knows that he's just handed his neighbour a box of lube and a butt plug.
Now his hands are free, Ashton doesn't quite know what to do with them, wringing them together over and over. It must be weird to see, Ashton is never like this, always so confident and sure of himself. Yet here he is, reduced to a blushing fidgeting mess over a sex toy.
If Luke notices his odd behaviour he doesn't comment, something the older boy is very grateful for. He just wants to hand the parcel over and go home, make a cup of coffee and forget he ever heard the word butt plug. “Oh great thanks, must have got the addresses mixed up.” Luke says, examining the print on the parcel, the rather heavily and obviously re-sellotaped parcel. “You didn't happen to open it by any chance?” he asks, there's nothing accusing in his voice, in fact he's smirking up at Ashton from under his lashes.
Which, really does nothing to help the whole blushing situation happening on Ashton's face right now. “I'm sorry, I didn't look at the name and I was curious and there was just so much lube and -”
“Wait, what?” Luke cuts him off, which is good thing, since it finally makes Ashton shut the hell up before he says anything else with the word lube in it. “What do you mean, there should only be two?” he asks.
“More like twenty.” Ashton tells him, actually feeling a little laugh start to bubble up in his chest when he sees Luke's eyebrows shoot upwards.
He shakes the box, hearing the many items rattle around inside. “Oh, well that must have given you a shock.” he laughs.
Ashton snorts, “Yeah, that was the real surprise.” he mutters, without really thinking about it.
Luke's frowning again, rather adorably actually, before the realisation dawns on him. “Oh, right that.” he chuckles softly, “Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it.” he says, swapping the parcel over to one hand so he can nudge Ashton playfully with his free arm.
“No, no it's not that!” Ashton blurts quickly, if there is one thing he doesn't want, its for the cute guy he has a crush on to think he's not into dudes. “Trust me, I'm all for that. It's just....well, I've never...I've always...you know...”
“Ahh, you're a perpetual topper.” Luke sighs, his tone weirdly sympathetic. “Hey, that's fine and all, as long as you don't think you're missing out or anything, because both are pretty great, you should give it a go maybe.” he shrugs easily, and well Ashton doesn't quite know what to say to that. Luke seems to sense this, hand finding the door and slotting the parcel under his arm to send a quick wave his way. “Well, thanks for bringing it over, Ash.”
Ashton's not sure what got to him more, his hot neighbour kind of implying that he should try putting something up his ass, or the 'Ash' slipping from his lips. Either way, it was probably best if he didn't think about any of them too much, and hope that no more sex toys found there way to his apartment any time soon.
~
The trouble was, Ashton couldn't stop thinking about it, about Luke. The blonde boy spread out on his bed, naked and sweaty with his soft moans filling the air as he widens his legs, getting the perfect angle of his wrist to work the toy in and out of himself, his hips working fucking himself down and -
Great...now he was hard.
Ashton groaned, partly thankful that it was evening and that there was nothing stopping him in attended to the problem, one which was cropping up more and more over the past few weeks. Taking a hand to his quickly hardening cock, he sends a silent curse towards Luke, this was his fault after all. If he hadn't ordered that damn lube and that freaking butt plug, then Ashton would never have known, would never have started imagining the things he did.
But that wasn't even the worst part, oh no, he could deal with the thought of Luke, hot and sweaty, blonde hair plastered to his forehead with a fucked out expression on his face. That was easy, he dealt with those thoughts exactly how he was right now, a hand around his dick and a twist of his wrist.
It was the urges that had started to appear, that damned curiosity that made him open that freaking parcel to begin with, the one that was calling for him to just have his free hand drift down that little bit further.
Just to see.
It was easy to control to start with, easy to push the urge to the back of his mind and convince himself that a faster pace, and a few more swipes of his thumb over the head was enough. And when he came, it was almost out of frustration, laying there afterwards trying to ignore the wave of dissatisfaction that settled in his stomach.
Even this time, it was there, the niggling need for more. Ashton's eyes found the mostly full bottle of lube on his bed stand, it would be so easy...he knew what he wanted, what he needed to do to make that cloud of dissatisfaction disappear, he just had to find the balls to admit that to himself.
He was close already, but there was none of the usual rush, the clenching of his gut. It was going to end how it always did recently, with disappointment and Ashton going to sleep pissed off at himself. The bottle on the table caught his eye again and his paced slowed, but there was a flush of heat in his gut that had been missing up until now, when he thought about using it.
fuck it
Reaching over, Ashton grabbed the bottle, flicking open the cap and taking his hand off his dick before he could change his mind. He stuck out two fingers, pausing with the bottle tipped towards them, slowly removing the index finger from the mix and coating his middle one only...baby steps, he was taking baby steps.
Settling back down with his back against the pillows, Ashton's breath shook slightly as his hand found his leaking cock, thumb smoothing over the head and the familiar action, the extra hint of pleasure, was calming in a weird way.
Head hitting the wall behind him, as he sighed deeply and eyes closing while he slowly worked his hand over himself. The lube had started to trail down his finger and a rush of heat washed through Ashton's body when he thought of what he was about to do with it.
Shuffling his hips up the bed and arching his back slightly, Ashton reached his hand forward. Sliding his palm over his stomach, thumb grazing along his treasure trail and past his cock, which had been temporarily neglected in favour of concentration.
His small gasp fills the room, surprised at the coolness of the lube, more than the fact that he was actually touching his own hole right now. Once he got over that, it was actually...exiting, he felt dirty, but in the best kind of way. Ashton actually grinned, bottom lip sliding between his teeth as he moved his finger in small circles, the pad teasing at his entrance and fuck, it felt so good already.
Without him telling them too, his hips grinded down against his finger, adding more pressure. Ashton whimpered, face flushed as he kept the pressure on, pressing against the tight ring of muscle and he actually forgot to breathe. That was until, with some work, his finger slipped past his entrance, only half and inch or so but Ashton still moaned at the feeling, free hand searching for his cock, adding to the sensation sweeping over his whole body.
He pumped his fist slowly, focusing more on sliding his finger further into his hole. It wasn't bad exactly, but it wasn't amazing yet, it was...different, new and he knew that it was just the start of what his body had been craving, but he still wanted more. Hips had risen off the bed now, he's panting deep breaths filling the room like he's run a mile and Ashton can only imagine what a sight he makes as he gets two knuckles in.
His whole body feels electric, tingling all over when he starts to move his finger in and out, in time with the movement of his hand around his cock. Ashton finds himself teasing at the thought of introducing a another finger, a broken whine slipping from his lips when that second digit traces his rim.
The need for it is so strong, to be filled up, stretched out so much it burns but in the best way. Ashton wants someone, someone to use him like that, to pin him down with his face pressed deep into the mattress as they fuck into him. Someone with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, strong hands to grip Ashton's hips as they comes inside him, filling him up and leaving him wrecked and sobbing.
He wants it, he needs it and the thought alone is enough to sent him spilling over his hand, crying out as he feels his hole clench around his finger. “L-Luke.” Ashton whimpers, body shaking as he slumps back down onto the bed, panting and sweaty but finally content....mostly.
~oOo~
Everyone has that feeling, like when they're faced with a whole pack of cookies they're told themselves they wouldn't touch, but then they make the mistake of having one – just one. Then the next thing they know they're sat with an empty packed of cookies, covered in crumbs and questioning their dignity, because one wasn't enough and they just couldn't seem to stop.
That was pretty much how Ashton ended up sat on his couch, leg anxiously twitching as he waited for the doorbell to ring. After that first time two weeks ago, he hadn't been able to stop. One finger, two fingers, scissoring and stretching inside, trying to hit that spot and make up for the craving for more, just more.
So he had done a little online shopping of his own.
3-5 days until delivery the site had said, this morning was the fifth and still no parcel. So when the chime of the bell fills the flat, Ashton jumps out of his skin, tripping over the coffee table in his rush to get to the door. Flinging it open, he sees his parcel, a shoe box sized container stamped with his address but it's not his postman holding it.
“So, I got a rather interesting item sent to me today.” Luke smirks as Ashton feels his stomach drop. “But I'm sure I didn't actually order this one...already got one of my own you see.” he winks, handing the box over to the other boy, who can't seem to find his voice, mouth gaping open stupidly.
Then Luke's leaning in and Ashton does the same, like he is drawn to the blonde boy, who whispers, “Do you know what to do with that or would you like a hand?”
Well, Ashton just about chokes on his spit. “N-no, no thanks.” he stutters, quickly closing the door without so much as a goodbye, hearing Luke's chuckle from behind it.
He opens the box once he makes it to his bedroom, it's packaged the same as the first parcel, only this time there is no butt plug. Ashton stares at the eight inch dildo now laying on his bed and feel his stomach flip, with excitement or nerves he doesn't quite know which.
It's just like the picture on the site, after searching through what felt like thousands of different kinds, Ashton had finally settled on this one. He doesn't know why, maybe in his head it had seemed less threatening, but sounded enough to do what he needed it to, even if now he was kicking himself a little for diving straight in with the eight inches and not the six that was also offered.
It just seemed like a big difference once he actually held the thing in his hand. Ashton can't help but feel that the six would have been less...intimidating somehow, but then there was also that stubborn streak in him that says, if he's going to do this, he's going to do it right. No hold backs.
Which is how he ended up with the eight inch dildo. Sure, Ashton's kinda nervous, this is his ass virginity he's considering taking with a damn sex toy after all. Maybe he should wait? Maybe he should just go out to a club, find a random guy to take care of the burning need in his gut, no toy necessary?
Ashton sighs, he doesn't want that, doesn't want a random guy. He wants a guy with quiffed blonde hair, broad shoulders and impossibly long legs, named Luke Hemmings. The guy who had literally just offered to 'give him a hand', seriously or not something tells Ashton that he would be willing to follow through with the offer if he asked.
But he hadn't, he'd closed the door in his face his nerves at actually doing this getting to his brain before he could consider otherwise. So Ashton thinks the same thing he did before he opened that first parcel, before he reached for the lube, before he heads over to his neighbours house and knocks on the door.
fuck it
Honestly, Luke looks a little surprised to see Ashton stood there, fists clenching and unclenching by his sides. He hides it well, a soft smirk gracing his face as Ashton finally gets out, “So...about that hand?”
Ten minutes later and they're both in Ashton's bedroom, Luke sitting rather casually on the bed, tossing the dildo between his hands. It's a weird sight, the whole situation is pretty weird, Ashton doesn't quite know how to deal with it. He'd offered Luke a drink when he came in, nervously rattling off all the beverages he owns just for a reason to keep talking, the thought of a stretched silence ridiculously terrifying and awkward. Luke just fixed him with a look which made Ashton shake his head, muttering “Yeah, right totally not the time.”
“Okay, so how do you want to do this?” Luke asks, like he's asking his opinion on how to best rearrange the furniture, not like he's about to take Ashton's ass virginity.
And well, Ashton hadn't given much thought to the specifics of it, this being a very 'of the moment' kind of decision. “I don't know.... just thought you could, you know-”
“Fuck you with a dildo?” Luke fills in helpfully, looking like he's enjoying this whole thing way too much.
“Yeah, that.” Ashton mutters, “Please.” he adds as an after thought, making Luke laugh as he gets up off the bed and walks over.
His hands find the bottom of Ashton's shirt, toying with the hem. “I think I can do that.” he says softly, like he's talking to a spooked deer or something. Ashton nearly flinches at the feeling of Luke's hands brushing over his hips, bunching the shirt up more in his fingers. He really needs to calm the fuck down.
“Arms up, babe.” Luke mutters, and Ashton does without even questioning, settling into the submissive mind set much much easier than he ever thought he would have. But Luke's slipping his shirt over his head, hands sliding down his exposed sides and there are soft lips on his neck, so Ashton doesn't really think about it all that much.
“Your hearts about to burst out of your chest, relax I've got you.” Luke's assuring him, breath tickling the skin of Ashton's neck. He kisses up to his jaw, slowly like he' trying to calm the older boy down. It's working, by the time Luke is pressing kisses against his cheek he's all Ashton is thinking about, just Luke not the toy laying on the bed, not the reason Luke is here just the fact that he is.
The first time his lips catch the corner of Ashton's, the older boy's breath hitches and his eye fall closed, waiting for the kiss. But it doesn't happen, Luke's hands pause and Ashton feels him pull back a bit, making his eyes open again as he blinks questioningly at him. Luke's getting further away and he doesn't like that, at all.
“You can kiss me if you want.” Ashton tells him, noting the hesitant look on his face.
“Are you sure because I wouldn't want to cross any lines or anythi-” Luke starts breaking off when Ashton starts laughing, his nerves making it louder and easier than usual.
“Dude, you are literally going to be putting something up my ass, I don't think lines are a thing to us any more.” he says, closing the new gap between them and slipping his hands into Luke's pulling him closer so that their noses brush. “In fact, we're so far past the line -”
“The line is a dot to you?” Luke finishes, in a damn good 'Joey' voice and starts smirking stupidly, his eyes crinkling at the edges as they lock with Ashton's and all the older boy can do is grin just as stupidly back.
holy fuck, he's perfect
Luke is perfect and Ashton wants to kiss him. So he does and it's kind of perfect too, the atmosphere had totally changed in the past few moments and the slow brush of their lips seem to fit the new, less serious feel. Luke's grinning against Ashton's lips and crowding right into his space, his hands slip away coming to hold the smaller boy's face, fingers tangling in Ashton's hair as his thumbs smooth over his jaw.
He's never had this feeling before, of being the smaller one, being manhandled (if you could even call the gentle way Luke's tongue parts Ashton's lips as 'manhandling'). Up until a week ago Ashton had never considered being submissive in his life, and here he was pressed up against a gorgeous guy and being backed up slowly towards the bed, desperate to feel more of those hands on him, in him that bit was very important.
Ashton barely noticed his knees hitting the side of the bed, or the soft mattress coming up to meet him, just Luke's hold on his waist and his body falling gently over Ashton's. That was the thing, it was all too gentle and that's not what he wanted, not right now anyway.
There would be time for that, he hoped in any case after this, time for all the soft touches and long kisses. Time for Ashton to do what he had imagined from when he first set eyes on the blonde boy, this time with Luke on his back all whimpers and moans with Ashton's hands gripping his hips.
Now was meant to be the opposite of this, how it had started with the confident words and promises that had made Ashton's stomach flip and his heart race. “This is all very nice and all.” he mutters, once he's managed to talk himself into pulling away from the kiss. “But I think we had a different plan in mind.”
The darkening look which casts over Luke's eyes at that make's Ashton's cock twitch in his jeans, the soft fingers trailing down his side grip at his hip and flip Ashton onto his stomach. The breath leaves his lungs at the move and his skin prickles when he feels Luke's own ghosting over the back of his neck.
“Yes, we did didn't we.” he muses, nipping lightly at the skin and making Ashton whine quietly. “Hips up, love.” Luke adds, lips following down his spine and smiling when Ashton obliges without hesitation, the hands on the boy's hip sliding under him to undo his jeans. By the time Luke reaches the dimples in Ashton's back, the tanned skin is littered with blooming marks and his jeans lay on the floor along with the taller boy's shirt.
Luke's hands are skating over his the backs of Ashton's thighs, fingers darting under the trim of his boxers teasingly. “Can you please get on with it already.” Ashton groans into covers, ass rising up trying to shift Luke's touch further.
There's a sharp sting to the side of Ashton's thigh and he gasps as the sound fills the room, “Rude.” Luke tsks, as the tingling skin starts to burn deliciously, it's another thing Ashton had never thought about and he's starting to wonder when Luke will ever stop making him question himself. But then there are hands on his ass tugging at the waistband of his underwear and Ashton's breath catches in his throat as he feels them being pulled down his legs.
“You ever done this before?” Luke asks, reaching for the bottle of lube which still sits on the side table.
Even the sound of the cap flipping open makes Ashton stomach twist, just with the thought of what Luke's preparing to do. Someone is actually going to be sticking their fingers up his ass, this was a thing that was actually happening, finally happening, and that person was Luke. Really it couldn't have been more perfect.
“Yeah, yeah a few times.” Ashton tells him, feeling his face flush at the admission, which was ridiculous seeing as his ass was literally bared to this boy and the knowledge that he has in fact fingered himself, is not the most face-flush worthy thing right now. “Just – Just two though.” he adds, catching a glance over his shoulder of Luke squeezing the lube onto his fingers, a shiver shooting up Ashton's spine.
Luke hums to himself quietly, “Wish I could have seen that, you'd be so gorgeous.” he says, fingers trailing lightly up Ashton's thigh and the other boy has to hold back a moan at the words. The thought of Luke being there, just sat watching, maybe slowly wanking himself off as Ashton fucks himself on his own fingers is too much to even think about right now.
The second Luke's finger starts to trace around his hole, Ashton is already gone. It's totally different, having someone else do this while he lays there, legs spread wide and ass in the air with his hands bunched in the bed sheets just getting lost in the feel of it all. It's easier as well, when Luke slips the first finger in, smoother than when Ashton does it himself with the better angle.
“Fuck.” he hisses at the slight burn of the stretch but arches his back still, urging Luke deeper. There's a low chuckle from behind Ashton before the digit begins to move in and out, it's not long before he's pushing back trying to get a faster pace. “More, please.” he asks, the need to be full – properly full – only getting worse.
When the second of Luke's fingers teases at his hole, Ashton glances back over his shoulder to look at him. The concentration on his face would be adorable in any other situation, if the feeling of the second entering him didn't make Ashton's head foggy with lust. Luke's fingers are shorter than his own, but they still reach places in him that Ashton couldn't manage on his own.
He can't get enough of it, the stretch and the curve of Luke's fingers, so close to that spot that was always out of his reach. It's so close now that Ashton's almost dizzy with it, how good all this feels, how much more it's going to be when he finally gets it. There's already a sheen of sweat coating his skin, and he's not sure when he started fucking himself back on the fingers buried inside him, but it's only when Luke's running a hand down his back and leaning forward to press kisses against his shoulder, does Ashton realise he had been.
“Easy, Ash. I've got to get the other in yet.” Luke murmurs. “Think you can stay still for a moment, then you'll be nice and full yeah?” Ashton nods, lip caught between his teeth but it doesn't stop the whine when a third fingers starts to work it's way in. “Doing so good, Ash, so good all stretched around me. You can't get enough can you?”
Ashton's response is to bury his face into the covers, pushing back on the three fingers now stretching him open. His cock is hard and leaking, slapping against his stomach as Ashton starts to fuck himself again, pre cum smearing over the tanned skin and he can't even think to let go of the sheets to touch himself. Especially when Luke crooks his fingers, brushing against his prostate and Ashton thinks he might cry if he keeps it up.
It's so overwhelming and he's not even been properly fucked yet but god he needs it.
“Luke, Luke please I'm ready.” he gets out, breathy and slightly pleading. The muscles in his thighs are aching from trying not to shake at the effort of keeping himself up.
Luke notices this as he watches Ashton tremble and moan in front of him, pressing back to every touch, so damn responsive to any and all contact he gets given. There's a rush from it, having this much control over a person and even more when it's Ashton, when Luke never thought he would get to have him like this, all begging and whimpers as he submits almost completely.
Part of him doesn't want to take his fingers out, wants to carry on playing with him, seeing just how wrecked he can make Ashton with just his fingers. But Luke wants to see him fall apart more, and the strain of his own cock is getting too much, even after he undid his jeans to relieve some of the pressure.
Ashton whimpers when Luke slips the three fingers out, his ass rocking back against nothing and he's whining at the sudden emptiness. Somewhere at the back of his mind Ashton knows how desperate he must look but he doesn't care, just needs to be full again, he craves it more now than he ever did.
Leaning back Luke blindly reaches for the toy, hand moving to take hold of his cock through his boxers and lightly squeezing himself, not able to look away from the boy on the bed. The way Ashton's hole seems to clench around nothing making Luke just as eager to fill him full again, just like he wants.
Before lubing up the toy, Luke takes hold of Ashton's hip and urges him onto his back, reaching for a pillow to slot under him. He can feel Ashton's heavy gaze on him as he picks up the lube again, smirking when he sees how black his hazel eyes have become, how Ashton's bitten his bottom lip until it's red and swollen, still pulling it between his teeth as his legs spread wide. He watches Luke spread the lube over the dildo, can't help but measuring up it's size to the three fingers that are holding it. It's bigger, wider and Ashton can't tell if the clenching in his gut is nerves or excitement.
Maybe a bit of both.
Luke's settling between his open legs and Ashton swallows loudly as the taller boy positions his ass how he wants in on the pillow. “Ready?” he asks, and Ashton nods fingers clenching in the sheets when he feels the coolness of the slicked up toy nudge against his hole. “It's going to hurt a little at first, just try not to think about it.”
“Well what else can I possibly think about?” Ashton huffs, trying to wiggle his way towards the toy.
Luke doesn't seem to impressed, eyebrow quirked as he leans over Ashton suddenly, kissing him deeply with little warning. Ashton's eyes widen in surprise but he quickly melts into it, realising that he had actually missed Luke's taste since the last kiss. Using the shock of the kiss, Luke presses the dildo into him, the head of it slipping past the first ring of muscle and he feels Ashton groan weakly into his mouth at the feeling.
This is finally it, he's finally going to get fucked.
It burns, the stretch and he can tell that Luke is trying to be gentle with him, every time Ashton makes any kind of pained sound he kisses him harder. Inch by inch the toy slides further in, Ashton clenches around it, he feels full so full and he widens his legs, coaxing Luke to go deeper.
When the toy bottoms out, when Ashton can feel Luke's knuckles against his ass, the blonde stops. “You alright?” he asks, pulling back from the kiss, lips red and shiny and eyes full of concern.
“Just need a minute.” Ashton tells him, voice slightly strained because this feeling is better than he ever imagined it would be. Luke still looks worried, which Ashton finds totally adorable and he can only smile up at him, arching up to kiss him again.
They make out slowly, getting lost in each others mouths and Ashton almost doesn't notice the dull ache in his ass start to fade away. He definitely picks up on Luke sliding a hand between their bodies and wrapping a hand around Ashton's neglected cock. Slowly pumping his hand up and down the length, setting up a easy rhythm before he starts to do the same with the toy.
Ashton responds almost immediately, head falling back against the pillows not even complaining when Luke removes his hand, too caught up in the sensation of the toy moving in and out of his ass. Before too long his moving back against Luke's slower pace, hips shifting over the pillow, the dominant side of him kicking in and demanding more.
So Luke gives it too him, wrist moving faster and faster until Ashton stops fucking back, the submissive taking over and just letting himself be fucked. He watches Ashton's face as he becomes more and more undone, knuckles white where they're clutching at the sheets.
“Fuck, fuck, - Luke.” he mumbles, his body trembling as Luke starts kissing up his body, hissing when the other boy smooths his tongue over a nipple before sucking. “S-shit.” Ashton moans, hips lifting into the air and his cock brushing against Luke's covered one.
With everything going on, Luke had almost forgotten that he was hard and the contact causes his whole body to shudder. He ignores it for now, fixed on finding Ashton's prostate the sounds coming from beneath him are obscene as Luke works the toy in and out of Ashton's hole.
He's alternating the pace, slow and shallow which makes Ashton twist and squirm at the emptiness, before following through with deeper, faster thrusts and hearing the low moans and sharp gasps that come after them.
“God look at you.” Luke breathes, trying to focus on keeping fucking Ashton at the same pace as he wraps a hand around his own cock. “You like it don't you, being fucked like this?”
Ashton whines, high and long. “Yeah – Yeah I do...I love it.”
“Feels good right?” Luke says, working his hand over himself. “Tell me, Ash, tell me how good it is.” he demands, shifting the angle of the dildo, hitting that one spot inside which sends Ashton crying out, back arching straight off the bed and mouth open in a silent moan.
“So -fuck – so good.” he whimpers, hips rolling back against Luke's thrusts. “So good, do that again...please.”
So Luke does, he asked so nicely after all and Ashton looked beautiful all spread out and panting, hands twisted in the sheets and his cock hard and leaking bouncing against his stomach. “You're gorgeous like this, you know that? God I could fuck you right now.”
“Luke please.” Ashton sobs, hips bucking at the very thought.
The taller boy only chuckles, “Would you like that? Me filling you up, my cock buried inside you instead?” Luke gives a particular deep thrust at that and Ashton's body almost sags at the pleasure of it, he's too fucked out to do anything except lay there and take it.
“I want it. Want you to.”
“Yeah, want me to fuck you – god you'd be so tight around me, Ash I can almost feel you.” Luke moans, fucking into his own fist. “You thinking of me right now, imagining it's my cock fucking into you?” Ashton only nods, “Thinking of coming just from that, you gonna come for me, Ash?”
“Luke – Luke please, I'm close. So close.”
“Then do it, I want to see you.” Luke says, taking his own hand away to focus on hitting that spot inside him. “Come on, Ash...come for me.”
He does, untouched with his back arching and hips lifting off the bed, dick jumping as it stripes Ashton's tanned stomach in white and Luke just can't look away. His hand finds his cock without even thinking, leaning back over to kiss up Ashton's chest and over his neck, easing him back down.
Ashton's seeing stars, his head is a fuzzy mess and he doesn't even notice Luke slipping the toy out of him, or the blonde boy's own come mixing with his own as he comes with a muffled cry into Ashton's neck. The first thing he notices is the warm weight pressed against his side and the hair tickling his chin.
“I think we made a mess.” Luke mutters, fingers tracing through the stripes of come covering Ashton's chest.
The arm under him shifts as Ashton pulls him closer. “Don't care...haven't come that hard in – well, ever.” he laughs weakly, kissing the top of Luke's head.
“So you liked it then?” asks Luke, curling closer into him and feeling his eyes grow heavy. He always got so sleepy after he'd gotten off.
Ashton laughs, “I thought that was obvious.” he says, fingers dancing over the skin on Luke's arm. “Did you mean what you said...about fucking me, properly?”
There's a stretch of silence and Ashton starts to wonder if Luke had actually fallen to sleep, before he eventually speaks. “Yeah I did, you can fuck me too if you like?” Ashton gives a low groan, almost positive that if he hadn't just practically come his brains out, his dick would have given a affirmative twitch at that. “Or we can try out some of my other stuff?”
“Other stuff?”
Luke shifts so that he can see Ashton's face, the smirk on his own clear to see, “Well, I quite like the thought of you and a vibrator to be honest.” he muses, casually as if suggesting a movie to watch on TV.
The way Ashton swallows loudly and his eyes forming wide circles, shouldn't be as funny as he finds it. “Like – Like in me? You can do that?” he stutters and Luke only nods, smirking the whole time. “Fuck, Luke you're going to ruin me.”
Luke grins, leaning up to kiss the underside of Ashton's jaw. “That's the plan, babe.”