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You were surprised that you managed to convince Kevin to do this. You definitely weren't complaining, though.
He had come home that night after work, a little pent up. You offered to help him out, and decided to bring up something you had wanted to try.
You did mostly expect him to turn it down, he always seemed like a very vanilla guy when it came to sex, most of what you had done together at this point had been, after all.
But after some discussion, he actually was willing to try it out. Although he was a bit flustered when you first brought it up.
Looking down at him now, you wondered if he actually knew what he was getting into. You had been edging him for a while, and he already looked like you were going to break him at any second.
Your hands kept his thighs apart, and you could feel him shaking underneath your touch. He looked down at you, eyes half lidded and you could have sworn he whimpered when you looked back up at him.
"You good, Kev?" You asked, and he quickly nodded.
"Please... I need to..." He cuts himself off when you begin touching him again, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip.
"Just a little longer, okay? I want to see how long you can go..."
You stroke him a few more times, you can see his grip on the bedsheets tighten.
You're pretty sure he won't last much longer at all. But seeing him like this was almost addicting. Your thumb brushes over the tip and his hips thrust against the touch, quite a bit of precum leaking out. You drag your tongue up his length, lapping it up, before slowly taking the head into your mouth.
He moans, maybe a little louder than he usually would have liked, but at this point he doesn't have it in him to be mortified by it like he usually would.
"Oh god-" He manages to whine as he feels your tongue swirl around, then removing your mouth and pumping him a few more times before you stop touching him altogether again. He falls back on the bed, and he definitely just whimpered this time. "Damn it, please-" He groans.
You rub a hand up his thigh in an attempt to comfort him, though he's become so sensitive he twitches under your touch. "Just a bit more," You smile up at him, although he can't see it, and reach over for something he had long forgotten you had brought to the bed at this point.
He shoots up again when he hears the wand turn on, eyes wide when he sees it. He opens his mouth, but doesn't say anything, waiting in anticipation.
As the vibrating head touches his cock, he throws his head back and stifles a moan with a hand over his mouth, but it's still rather loud. His thighs instinctively trying to close in on himself, but don't get far with you still holding them apart. All he can manage to say is a string of curses under his breath, thrusting against the vibrator as you hold it in place.
But, of course, you pull it away, watching his dick twitch desperately as he whines quite loudly, not caring at all about his volume. "Noooo..."
He looks down at you, tears forming in his eyes, and now you really want to keep going just a little bit longer.
You lose count of how many times you've edged him, but now he's a mess and babbling nonsense and you definitely broke him now. His hair is disheveled and clinging to his forehead and there's tears streaming down his face and you didn't know you would love a sight like this until now.
You've since abandoned holding down his thighs, but he managed to keep his legs in place this whole time, though they were shaking a lot.
You sit up, tilting his head to look at you. "I think it's been long enough, you wanna cum now?"
"Fuck, please," He practically sobs out, "I wanna cum, please, please-"
You press the vibrator against his tip one last time, and he lets out the most desperate moan you've heard from him so far. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou-" He whimpers, cumming rather quickly now that he's finally brought over the edge.
You keep the vibrator pressed against him as he rides out his orgasm, quick to turn it off and pull away as to not overstimulate him. You've definitely put him through enough already.
"You did so well," You praise him, running a hand through his hair and giving him a quick kiss before his arms give out on him and he falls back onto the bed.
He's on his back once again, breathing heavily, and still shaking a bit. As he's recovering, you help him clean up and make sure he's alright.
"...Holy shit." He mutters after he finally catches his breath and comes down from his high. You sit next to him on the bed.
"Are you alright now? Was that too much?" You ask, rubbing his shoulder.
He looks up at you, he still looks like a mess and he's definitely exhausted now, but he laughs a bit, and all of the embarrassment that wasn't present that whole time seems to be hitting him now.
Despite this, he nods at the first question. "I think I'm good now..."
"... And, I mean, I didn't hate it..." he admitted, "I don't know if I could do all of that again though..." He brushes a few strands of hair out of his face.
"I don't make noises that much, do I?" He asks.
You shrug a bit. "I don't think I've heard you whimper before..." You reply, and he groans at the mention of it, turning to stare at the ceiling and wonder how he even got to this point.
You lay down next to him, resting your head in your hand, and he turns back to look at you. "Would you do it again if we didn't go on as long?" You ask. "Like, what if I only edge you 3 times next time?"
He stares at you for a moment, seemingly having a genuine debate about it in his head.
"...Maybe."