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When the two of them moved in together, Jordan strictly forbade Declan from bringing along his living room set.

It’s a nice couch, he’d said. The couch, a stiff and boxy thing, sat disagreeably in front of them.

It’ll fetch you a good chunk of change, she’d replied.

Declan frowned deeply, crossing his arms in the tight way that made Jordan pray nightly that he’d have a sudden change of heart about wearing low-cut shirt. I don’t see why we can’t bring it along. Jordan tore her eyes away from his chest.

And I don’t think you understand the basic purpose of a couch, she began. They’re for slumping. Your couch is barely even made for sitting, let alone a good slump. It puts the brutal in brutalist. She paused for a moment to let him absorb the information, a trick she’d plucked from his very own playbook. And it’s white, she added. So I can’t eat crisps on it.

Declan held her gaze for a moment, then closed his eyes and released a long sigh through his nose. Fine, he’d said. I’ll sell it.

And now Declan was slumped gloriously on their shared couch, with his head resting on one pillowy armrest and his stockinged feet on the other. His silky tie was loosened, his top button undone, and his curls a little frizzy. His nose was buried in some book of short stories he’d picked up from the bookstore down the street. Jordan loved him like this. Mellow, domestic, like a portrait of someone’s pretty husband. She wanted to keep him this way forever. But more than that, she wanted to break him open.

“I have something for you,” she announced from the doorway.

Declan looked up, his blue eyes wide. “Jordan,” he said softly. And he sounded, despite the sense of peace radiating from him, a little like he had been rescued. It made her heart throb. “I didn’t know you were home. Hello.”

“Hello,” she said, swallowing the urge to forget her mission and just lie down on his chest for a nap. “I have something for you.”

“So I’ve been told."

“Cheeky, aren’t we,” Jordan said. He smiled sleepily at her. “Actually, the something is for me, you just haven’t been introduced to it yet.”

“Introduced,” Declan repeated.

“But it benefits you too, of course,” she continued, trying to keep the nervousness from her voice. “Quid pro quo and all that.”

“Can we quit beating around the bush?”

“No,” Jordan laughed. “I’m afraid we’ll be doing quite a lot of that. Now catch.” She flung her prize towards him. And what flew through the air, slipping through his fingers, landing on his chest, was a fantastically realistic set of cock and balls.

“Huh,” he said, picking it up by the strangely shaped base. “This is—Jordan,” he said solemnly. “It’s warm.” He placed it gingerly on the couch next to him. “Why is it warm?”

“It’s a new innovation in sexual technology,” Jordan said, strolling over to take a seat on the ottoman. She plucked the penis from the cushion next to Declan, watching as the shaft wobbled to and fro. “A fully attachable and detachable penis.”

“I don’t think that’s a new thing.”

Jordan held up a hand. “You didn’t let me finish,” she said. “I can’t feel a strap-on.”

Declan pursed his lips, holding the expression for a very long time. “Who made that,” he said evenly.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Declan’s mouth twisted into a shape Jordan had never seen before. “You know me,” he said, voice a little reedy. “I’m going to worry about it. Why would I not worry about it? It could shoot acid for all we know.”

“I said,” Jordan repeated slowly, placing a hand on his knee, “don’t worry.” She squeezed his thigh gently. “I’ve already tested it out.”

She wasn’t lying. The day before, alone in her studio, she fit it to herself for the first time. It slid on like a pair of new knickers, cupping her vulva perfectly, and then—it was like nothing else had ever existed there. She laughed, a little hysterically, and swung her new penis—her dick? She wasn’t sure what to call it. Dick felt too boyish. Cock felt filthy. She liked that. Jordan swung her new cock around, admiring the handiwork. A lovely dark brown that matched her skin color exactly. Uncircumcized, just like she asked.

She wrapped her hand around the shaft and shivered at the new sensation. It was familiar, but distant. Warped. Like seeing herself in a funhouse mirror. She gave it a few strokes, watching it begin twitching to life, the same way she would for Declan. It was so sensitive. It was her first time masturbating all over again, where even the lightest touch in the right place could get her off. Before she even knew it, Jordan was hard, breathing heavy, her new cock leaking onto her fingers. She gave it an experimental taste. Not unpleasant. And she had a nice curve too, some nice veins too. She was so thrilled to show it to Declan. So eager to let him touch it, let him wrap his lips around it like he did with her silicone cocks, let him slide it inside his warm, fluttering hole—Jordan came all over her fist. Some of it splattered onto the tarp below. Without thinking, she scuffed it into the canvas fabric with the bottom of her shoe.

Then she laughed delightedly.

She was so excited to share this with him.

Tension drained from Declan at her words, and Jordan felt her heart swell again. It felt so good to be trusted. She rubbed his knee with her thumb and he slowly sank back into the couch cushions once more. “Thoroughly,” she added, winking. Declan, her sweet thing, let himself be humored and laughed softly. “It’s completely safe.” She squeezed him again, this time, moving her hand a little higher up his thigh. “Let’s take it for a spin?”

“Sure, I—” Declan looked down at the flaccid, disembodied cock in Jordan’s hand. How strange and sexless it looked when it was away from her.

“How about I put it on? Then you can decide.”

Declan nodded. “Yes,” he said. “I’d like that”

Jordan stood up, walking towards the big, beautiful windows in their living room—what a beautiful street they lived on, what a beautiful life—and began closing the curtains.

“Wait, here?”

Jordan paused. “Shall we take it up to the bedroom?”

“No,” Declan said, after a moment of thought. He nestled into the couch a little. “Here’s fine.”

“Keeping it casual,” Jordan contributed. With the fading light of the day blocked out, the living room turned warm, colored by the lamps scattered around behind couches and on end tables. “You’re going to watch me put it on.” Jordan knew how he worked. He needed to assemble and disassemble. Turn things inside out and whatnot.

“Thank you,” he said, meeting her eyes. “Go ahead.”

Jordan stood in front of him, then unzipped her jeans, shuffling them down her hips a little, but not all the way down. Her cotton knickers followed suit too.

“It’s a bit like a cup, like you’d wear in baseball or what have you,” she told him, pointing to the strangely shaped base.

“America’s favorite pastime,” he said faintly.

Jordan held back a giggle. “But as soon as it’s on, it’s all I can feel. Nothing underneath. And it blends in, too.”

Declan’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “How do you get it off, then?” he murmured.

“Well, it just looks like it blends in. I thumb around where I think the edge is until I find it, then slip my fingers under to pop it off.”

Declan nodded, his eyebrows furrowed. Jordan could almost see the gears turning in his head as he puzzled over the dream logic. “That leaves a whole lot up to chance,” he said, picking nervously at the knot in his tie.

“It really doesn’t,” Jordan cajoled. “Really. It’s like a clear window decal.”

“Wow,” Declan said flatly, “how sexy.” But he’d let go of the tie, his hands resting in his lap once more.

“Want to feel it before I put it on?” Declan nodded, and Jordan handed her cock to him. He ran his fingers around the thin edge of the base, over the underside of the shaft, around the foreskin. Jordan could tell he was interested, his cheeks a little flushed. She could see him assessing the shape, creating, in real time, a game plan on how to get her off. Jordan shivered. It looked entirely different in his careful hands, and she could almost feel the ghostly sensation of his touch. She fought the urge to grab it from his hands and stick it on so he could get to work.

“Okay,” he said, handing it back with more gentleness than necessary. “I want—” he paused, chewing on his lip.

“Yeah,” Jordan said. “Me too.” She slid her cock on the way she had just the other day, pressing the top against the base of her bush, then sticking the rest on. Declan watched, rapt, as it blended seamlessly into her skin.

“Go ahead, you can touch.”

Declan patted the couch cushion next to him. Jordan sat. He reached out tentatively, taking her cock in his hand with the lightest grip. Jordan sucked in a breath, and he looked at her, wide-eyed.

“Stop worrying,” she said. “I’ll tell you if it hurts.” Declan nodded. “Now go ahead and give me my first handjob.

Against all odds, Declan laughed.

“Okay,” he said, giddily. “Okay.”

His touch remained light as he moved his hand down to the head of her cock, sliding his thumb around the edge of her foreskin but it now felt purposeful rather than afraid. It felt amazing. Jordan hated it, rolling her hips to try and get more friction.

Declan pulled his hand away. “Don’t be so impatient,” he said coolly. Jordan’s dick twitched.

“Oh, I hate you,” she murmured.

“Sure, you do.” He had gone back to ghosting his thumb around her slit, just barely slipping under her foreskin. She groaned.

"Hurry up and get me off.”

“Don’t rush perfection,” Declan said. Jordan growled.

“At least fondle my balls or whatever. God, it feels weird to say ‘my balls.’” She could feel herself slowly leaking, but Declan ignored it, his fingers now slowly stroking the underside of her cock, trying to feel out the most sensitive spots.

“It never gets less weird.” Declan finally brought his hand back up to the head, spreading leaking precum all over, and Jordan gasped, letting her head fall back and thunk onto the couch.

“God,” she moaned. “Keep doing that.”

Declan smiled. “Got it.”

She watched him work his magic, observing the same motions he’d use on the guys they’d pick up every once in a blue moon now turned on her own self. It felt amazing. Her eyes wandered from his hands on his cock up to his forearms, exposed where he’d rolled his sleeves up after work. Every part of him was lovely. Freckles and pearly white scars visible through the dusting of dark hair. A little glimpse of his chest was visible where he’d undone the top buttons of his shirt. She wanted to eat him alive.

“Scoot back,” Jordan said through her teeth as Declan twisted his wrist in an expert way that made her shiver. He looked up curiously just as Jordan grabbed at his tie and yanked it off of him, tossing it over her shoulder onto the rug.

“Not on the floor,” he whined.

“Shut up,” she said, and clambored into his lap as he hurriedly repositioned his legs to accommodate her weight. “Get back to work.”

“Pushy,” Declan said, but his blush gave him away. He took her cock in his hand once more, putting a warm hand on her waist to steady her. She took his face in her hands, tilting it up to kiss him, sliding her tongue into his waiting mouth. He tightened his hand and—Jordan bit down on his lip.

“Ow,” he whispered.

“You like it,” Jordan said, and brought her mouth to his neck and bit down once more. His breath stuttered, as well as his hand. Jordan found the buttons to his shirt and began fumbling blindly at them, sliding her hands inside to fondle his chest. He was stupidly militant about keeping his chest hair trimmed to what he thought was a reasonable length. Not wild, but not itchy. He’d done it just the other day, and the still-blunt ends of his hair tickled against Jordan’s palms. Suddenly, his hands were at the hem of her shirt, tugging it gently. She lifted her arms above her head to allow him to pull it off. He deposited it gently on the armrest of the couch.

“Aren’t you a gentleman.”

Declan only shrugged, taking in the sight of her, his warm hands on her hips, thumbs rubbing slowly against her skin. Frustrated, she rutted against him through his clothes. He was already half hard—Jordan walked herself back. Sometimes, half hard was as hard as Declan would get. Years of stress had altered his body’s responses to many things, sex included. At first, Jordan took it a little personally. But she learned to find the other ways his arousal manifested itself. His breathing would get high and quick, his face and ears and chest a lovely shade of pink. His eyes, glossy. Mouth, wet. Sometimes, he’d lose himself so much that he’d drool a little on the pillow or bedsheet. He found it terribly embarrassing, but Jordan loved it. And right now, Jordan could tick off quite a few tells.

“You like when I play with your tits?”

“Don’t—” Declan started, turning redder. Jordan loved when he played hard to get. “Don’t call them—” He was cut off with a groan as Jordan pinched both of his nipples and rolled her bare cock against his clothed one. “I’m supposed to be the one getting you off,” he said plaintively.

“Who said we can’t do it together?” Jordan said sweetly. She slid off his lap. “Unzip yourself. And lie back against the armrest.”

Declan paused warily for a moment, then obeyed, unzipping his fly. “Be careful with these,” he said. “They’re work slacks.”

“They fit you so well, I wouldn’t dream of ruining them,” Jordan replied, as she smoothed a hand over his hair. “Now pull them down over your bum, too.”

“What are you—” but before Declan could finish, Jordan had wedged a knee under his hips, levering him up towards her. His leg not hooked over the couch flailed for a moment before finding purchase on her shoulder.

“No more panties, either.” As she pulled down his short little boxer briefs, the kind he knew she really liked, she was pleased to see a small wet spot on the front. “Beautiful,” she said quietly.

“Don’t,” Declan said again, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow. Jordan took his wrist gently in her hand.

“There’s nothing you have left to hide from me,” she told him. “So why bother?” Declan said nothing, but nodded. “Now be a good one and get us both off, alright?” She adjusted her hips so that her cock rested against his. His was hot against hers, and a bead of precum rolled lazily from his slit when she rutted slowly against him.

If Declan’s hand on her cock felt good, this felt better. He stroked the two of them smoothly as he did before, paying special attention to her. The hot roughness of his hand, the slickness inside— “Are you close,” Jordan whispered. She’d leaned over him, further bending him over on himself.

Declan nodded. “Yes,” he said softly, his long, dark lashes fluttering.

“Me too. Let me help you,” she said, grinning, and brought a hand between his legs, then lower, until her fingers were pressed against his hole, tracing slowly around the edge. She could feel him clench as his eyelids fluttered. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

He nodded again. “What do you need,” he managed to gasp.

“Go faster,” Jordan said. She was breathless, rutting into his hand in a stuttering way. She felt like a machine, going so fast it was beginning to fall apart, entirely unsure if able to keep her hand and her hips moving for much longer. “Faster,” she urged again. She was feeling her orgasm building. It was still such a bizarre sensation, familiar but still so new that she couldn’t quite read the urgency of the signals. “Tight, I need it—” She was coming. The feeling hit her like a plank of wood, condensed and focused and intense. She let out a low, guttural moan, and all but conked her forehead against Declan’s. Her hips were still moving slowly of their own accord, trying to eke the last waves of pleasure out. “Oh God,” she managed.

Declan was panting too, his flush spread to his ears.

“Did you—” He nodded, and held up a hand coated in semen. “That’s so much,” she said in a low voice. He pointed to his stomach, where his own softening dick was covered as well. “Oh, shit,” she said. “My request for extra cum really went through.”

Declan blinked at her for a moment before letting out a groan. “You’re insane,” he said. “You customized the semen output?”

“Why wouldn’t I?

“You’re completely insane.”

“Yeah,” she said, taking his wrist in her hand. “You love it.” She licked his palm. “Hm. Doesn’t taste bad either.”

“Jordan,” Declan whined.

“Really,” she insisted. “Have a lick.”

He gave her a mournful look before touching the tip of his tongue to his palm. “It’s not good,” he said.

“It’s not supposed to taste good. I was saying it wasn’t bad.”

“I can’t do this,” he said, sounding like some fainting maiden. “I need a towel. Please.”

“Roger,” Jordan replied, and got up on her shaky legs to hobble to the kitchen.

“Thank you,” Declan said when she returned with the towel. He began delicately wiping the quickly drying cum from himself. “Did the sofa make it?”

“Sure did,” Jordan replied. “And your slacks are spotless.”

“Thank God,” he said prayerfully. “Let me help clean you up,” he said. “You’ve been slimed.”

Jordan thought for a moment about removing her cock first, but decided against it. “Alright mate,” she said. “But be gentle.”

Declan nodded thoughtfully, and got to work, wiping at her gently with the damp towel, reaching nooks and crannies she hadn’t even considered.

“Do you think we should boil this afterwards, like a dildo?”

“I’m afraid it might curl up like a shrimp,” Declan said.

Jordan chuckled. “No boiling, then.” Declan shook his head in agreement. “So,” she said, feeling a little awkward, “You have fun? Want to try it again sometime?”

It was Declan’s turn to laugh, and he let his head fall back against the couch armrest. “Don’t tell me you have to ask.”

“It’s only polite,” Jordan said. “I’m all about politeness.” She reached out to play with his sleeve. “Next time you want this, though, I want you to ask.”

“I can do that,” Declan said simply.

“I want—” she stalled, thinking of how she wanted to phrase it. “I want to know that you want it.”

“You want to know how bad I want it.”

Jordan flushed a little. He hit the nail right on the head. “Maybe so,” she replied, and Declan smiled fondly and sleepily at her.

“I can do that,” he said again.

“Good,” she replied. “Good. Now let’s get up to bed.”

--

“Jordan.” Declan’s lips were at the shell of her ear, his arms twining around her waist. It was a move she felt he’d learned from her. She sprung it on him whenever he could—when he was washing dishes, making her breakfast—she’d sneak up behind him in bare feet and wrap her arms around him, pressing herself against him like two spoons in a drawer. It made him jump at first, in the days where he was still tetchy by habit, afraid of someone sneaking into his house to finish him off. But little by little, he leaned into it, relaxing into her, kissing her head when she rested it on his shoulder, leaning like a lily when she’d nibble on his neck. And now his nose was pressed to hers. She could feel his long eyelashes fluttering against her skin.

“Declan,” she responded, bringing a hand up to stroke his hair. She could feel the gust of his pleasured inhale, the way his arms tightened the faintest bit.

“I want you,” he said, his mouth hot on her neck, lips opened just enough that she could feel the wet inside. Jordan let out an encouraging hum. “I want,” he repeated, “to suck you off. Now.”

“Can I dry off this mug first?” she said. She felt amused, it had only been a few days since they used her new appendage for the first time. Pleased, because he’d done just what she’d told him to. Aroused, because he wanted her. Badly.

“We have a drying rack for a reason.”

Jordan laughed and let herself be led upstairs.

“All good down there?” Jordan asked from her seat on their bedspread. Declan was on his knees in their bedroom—they’d put a cushion down, one with a non-slip rubberized bottom that Declan, ever practical, had bought so that Jordan could have him where she wanted, when she wanted, with no bruised knees or tailbones necessary. “It even has a washable cover,” he’d pointed out when he bought it. “Let’s get it extra dirty then,” she’d vowed. And like most of the things Declan insisted on including in their life, it was being put to good use.

“Stop asking questions you know the answer to. Let me take your pants off.”

Jordan bit back a giggle. Declan had come into his own as someone who knew what he wanted, but he rarely crossed over into impatience. “You’d like me to what,” she responded, cupping a hand to her ear. “Can’t hear you all the way up here.”

Declan ignored her, and began methodically undoing the buttons to her jeans, which she changed into for the sole pleasure of watching him take them off her. Her cock barely fit inside them, and the friction from Declan’s fingers made them feel even tighter. She gasped, as quiet as she could. Declan’s head swiveled upwards, and then he smiled.

“How rude of me,” he said, in the same tone of voice he used when he was plotting with Jordan, not against her, “to be so focused on removing your pants as fast as possible.” He leaned his head against her knee, but his hands remained on her fly, toying with the buttons that were chafing her cock through her underwear. “It’s about the journey, isn’t it? Not the destination?”

“Wasn’t it you who said you needed me as soon as possible? No, now?”

“I’ve discovered a well of patience within myself.” Declan was now running his fingers over her stiffening cock in a slow, agonizing way.

“Well,” Jordan said stiffly, as she tried not to buck up into his hand, “if the well doesn’t run dry soon, you’re going to be sewing these buttons back on.”

“Sounds like a very therapeutic activity.”

“You’re such a housewife.”

Declan raised an eyebrow. “I don’t object to that.”

“Well, then think of the carpal tunnel,” Jordan begged.

“Fair.” Declan shrugged, and God bless him, popped a button open, then another. “After all, I am giving my hands a break tonight.”

“That’s the spirit,” Jordan said, shimmying unhelpfully as Declan pulled her cock out of her underwear. She was already partly hard, her foreskin beginning to slide back from the head.

Declan gently rubbed his thumb over the slit. “God,” Jordan moaned.

“Scoot forward,” he said. Jordan did so. And without warning, he took almost her entire length in his mouth. It felt better and far more bizarre than anything Jordan had ever experienced. She yelped, bucking her hips reflexively. Declan choked quietly and pulled back, a hand at his throat.

“Give a girl a little warning, won’t you?” Jordan gasped.

“I could say the exact same thing.” Declan’s voice was a little scratchy. He cleared his throat politely. “My mistake. How about we start slow?”

“I don’t want to start slow,” Jordan said. “That felt insane.”

“Well,” Declan replied. “I don’t want a bruised trachea.”

“I’ll behave,” Jordan begged. “Please, just put your mouth back on my dick.” Declan broke into a breathy laugh, letting his forehead conk against her knee. “Please,” she added. He looked her in the eye with great seriousness.

“Well, when I throw up on your dick—”

“Which you won’t,” Jordan interrupted. “I’ve watched you suck down dildos bigger than this.”

“Don’t say ‘suck down.’”

“Why not? It’s exactly what you do. Gag reflex of steel.”

Declan slowly closed his eyes. “Do you want a blowjob or not?”

“Yes,” Jordan said. “Most ardently.”

And his mouth was wrapped around her cock again. This time, he’d only taken the head, but it was almost as unbearably good as the first time. The saliva pooled on his tongue—which felt surprisingly rough—allowed her to slide smoothly even deeper. It was hotter than the friction of his hands. And then he took her even deeper. She was no longer in Declan’s mouth, she was in his throat. His blue eyes were closed, his eyebrows unfurrowed, but Jordan could see the muscles of his neck working carefully to keep his throat just open enough for her to fit.

“Oh my God,” Jordan groaned. Declan hummed agreeably, and her cock felt like it was vibrating. “Oh my God,” she repeated. “Do that again.”

Declan made another series of unintelligible noises that sounded suspiciously like “do what again?” and Jordan felt herself shake with pleasure.

“Don’t get fresh with me,” Jordan said. Declan fluttered his eyelashes and pulled off of her cock, sucking on the head. Jordan grabbed a handful of his thick, dark hair. He moaned quietly. “I forgot how much you liked that,” she said lightly.

“No you didn’t,” he said, removing her cock from his mouth with a quiet pop.

“No, I didn’t.” Jordan rolled her hips at the same time that she pulled Declan’s head forward, smearing precum and saliva against his lips and the hollow of his cheek. “You’re insanely good at this, you know.”

“Thank you,” Declan said. Jordan watched his cheeks go faintly pinker. She wanted very badly to reach out and pinch them. “I’ve had a lot of practice,” he added modestly.

“I’ve seen a lot of that practice.”

“You haven’t seen it all,” he said, his voice low despite his shallow breathing, and turned his head to mouth gently along her shaft. “Still got a lot of things to show you.”

“I,” Jordan confessed, “don’t know if we’ll have the time. At least not this round.”

Declan’s eyes lit up, his flush deepening. “Is that so?”

“Oh, don’t act humble.”

Declan pressed a gentle kiss to the underside of her cock before swallowing it down once more. Jordan’s toes curled so hard she thought they might remain that way forever. She pulled on his hair and he groaned, the vibrations bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

“I’d like to fuck your mouth, Declan. Are you ready?” It wasn’t a matter of if he could do it, because he could. Or if he wanted it, because she knew he did. All that mattered was if he was prepared. He pulled off her cock, taking a deep breath in.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Good.” Jordan laced her other hand into his hair, lined him up with her tip, then pulled him all the way down until his nose was touching her skin. She watched his eyes momentarily roll back in his head, lids fluttering over his glossy eyes as her cock hit the back of his throat. They both groaned, nearly in unison. “Good job,” she said again, through her teeth. His tight, wet throat felt impossibly good. His eyes were closed once more, all of his focus on keeping his throat open just for her. Jordan wasn’t confident she’d last much longer, so she had to get it all in now. She pulled him slowly to the tip, watching his slick pink lips drag along her length, and then slammed him down again. And again. And again. And—she was coming. First down his throat. She watched in what felt like slow motion as he swallowed around her, his lips swollen, lashes casting playful shadows on his cheeks. Having a cock was awakening a whole lot of things within her, and one of them was that she found it unbearably attractive that Declan was swallowing her cum. After a split second, he pulled off of her, but Jordan wasn’t finished. She splattered across Declan’s face, just barely missing his eyelashes.

“Oh—” he said, blinking quickly in shock.

Jordan felt like her bones had begun melting. “Holy fuck,” she said, flopping back on the bedspread. “You’re brilliant. I love you.”

“Thank you,” Declan said, reaching for the kleenex on their side table to wipe his face. “I love you too,” he added softly. She leaned over to kiss him gently, petting his hair as she did, his pink lips still wet with spit and her cum.

“Alright,” Jordan said, “your turn.”

“Not necessary,” Declan said. Jordan frowned. Early on, Declan had an issue with reciprocating, but not in the typical way. He wasn’t comfortable being the center of attention, didn’t feel it was right to be the only one getting off. It took a while to convince him that he didn’t need to earn anything, but he’d been easy with her for ages now.

“Declan,” she began, lacing her fingers in his hair to gently turn his head towards hers.

“It’s not that.” He held up a hand. “It’s just—” His face was turning a little pink again. “I came already.”

“No hands?” Jordan was incredulous.

“No,” Declan said, “yes hands. One hand.”

“Let’s try it with no hands, then.”

“Not tonight,” Declan said, completely serious. “I can get you off again, but I’m finished.”

“Would you?” Jordan said. “I’ve been meaning to test out the refractory period.”

“I love it when you talk technical,” Declan said, adjusting the pillow beneath his knees. “Now scoot forward again, would you?”

--

So Jordan had been wearing her dick around the house. Sue her. It was still a novelty, so she was determined to experience the excitement as much as she could before having a removable penis became commonplace to her. It was a little ridiculous of her to think such a thing could happen, but then again, complete chaos had been her normal for a good decade of her life. She was capable of anything, really.

One of the side effects—but not detriments, mind you—of wearing her cock around the house was that literally anything would get her hard. She could be watching some boring movie. She could be catching the scent of fresh laundry as Declan folded towels in the living room. She could be taking her shoes off. Declan could brush against her while he was bustling around making lunch and it’d twitch to life. How does everything get you hard, Declan had said wearily, after she’d pressed her erection against his ass as he was setting the table and whispered in his ear that his pants were turning her on. It’s like you’re a fourteen year old. Jordan saw no problem with it.

And evidently, though he hated to admit it, Declan didn’t see any problem with it either. Over the course of their relationship, Jordan observed that he liked to keep bedroom activities to the bedroom. Sure, once in a while she could coax him into a quickie in the shower, or some heavy petting in the living room, but he wasn’t particularly adventurous outside the confines of their safe bedroom. But since Jordan began wearing her cock more freely, Declan was getting bolder as well. They were making out like teenagers all over the house, grinding against each other in doorways and on tables. And it almost felt like he was more sensitive, too. Jordan sneaking up behind Declan to grope him had become such a commonplace activity that sometimes, if he was truly in the middle of something, he wouldn’t even react. He’d just let her get her fix and move on, like a human stress ball.

Now, he was twitchy again, just like he’d been at the very beginning. And he was more inclined to forget what he was in the middle of—one morning, he got so into Jordan rutting against him that their pancakes burned. Jordan, still at half mast, had to wave a towel under the shrieking smoke alarm while Declan scurried around, opening windows and chipping the charred batter off their non-stick pans. Jordan figured it’d be best to stop distracting him when there was food on the stove after that, and that she was going to make him beg for whatever was coming next.

It didn’t take long. There was about a week of dedicated harassment, and Jordan finally got Declan to snap. They were in the bathroom, of all places. Declan was cleaning the grout on their beautiful tiled sink when Jordan snuck between him and the wall, and started kissing his neck.

“Jordan,” Declan said thinly. “I’m cleaning.”

“Declan,” Jordan replied, between gentle bites of the soft, milky skin of his neck, “You deep clean the grout every week. If anything, you’re slowly wearing away at it.” And for good measure, she pressed against him, letting him feel her cock through her thin pants. It was slowly stiffening.

“You—” he began, but Jordan had slid a hand around his neck, gripping his airway loosely as she rolled against him again. She felt his breath stutter, and grinned against his nape.

“I what?”

“You’re a menace,” he said in a low voice. Jordan slid her other hand up his chest, circling one of his nipples through the soft fabric of his sweater. It stiffened quickly under her fingers, and she flicked it. Declan groaned, and she felt it vibrate through the hand on his throat.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say.” She let her other hand slide slowly down from his neck to his chest, toying with both of his nipples through his sweater as she ground into him again. Cashmere. Forest green. V-necked, but not too low, just enough to show off a little bit of a button-up or a collarbone. A little tighter than polite. She’d picked it out as a Christmas gift. He liked it quite a bit, but Jordan was sure she liked it just a little more than he did. “This is a lovely sweater,” she whispered against his ear. “Fits beautifully. Whoever gave it to you must like you very, very much.”

“Fuck me,” Declan hissed.

“Pardon?” Jordan said, delighted.

“I said,” and in the small space between them, Declan whirled around so they were almost nose to nose, “Fuck me. That’s what you’ve been dangling above my head all week, isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t say dangling—”

Declan cut her off with a rough kiss, pulling her in by her shoulders. She was crushed against his chest, her hands balled in the soft wool fabric of his sweater.

“I’m going upstairs,” he said when they broke apart, his breathlessness betraying him, “and I’m going to prep myself. Go wait wherever you want. But I’ll be in the bedroom when I’m done.”

Jordan was rock hard. And by Declan’s stiff-jawed expression, she knew he could feel it too. “Alright,” she managed, her voice weak. “You have fun in there.”

Declan said nothing, but kissed her gently once more, his hand on her hot cheek before he turned on his heel and hurried upstairs.

Jordan was thankful to have a moment to collect herself. She needed a bit to plot how exactly she wanted to spend her first time inside Declan with her brain, not her dick. He always did an extremely thorough job of cleaning himself, so Jordan figured she could always warm him up with a lovely rimjob. Jordan had plenty of practice with cunnilingus from before she and Declan got together, so it made it a happy experience for both of them. She could always open him with her fingers, too. That way, she got to see his face, not just hear his reactions. And she loved seeing him like that, his head thrown back, cheeks starkly pink against the white pillowcases and his dark curls, his fingers scrabbling at the sheets as she pressed carefully inside of him. Watching him at all was a pleasure.

“Declan,” she called. She’d had an idea.

“Yes?” Came his voice through the door to their bathroom. “I’m nearly ready.”

“Lovely,” Jordan said. “When you’re done, come out with all your clothes on.”

Declan opened the door slowly, the tips of his ears already turned a pretty shade of light pink. She could tell that he was already thinking over the possibilities. Just as Jordan asked, he was dressed. In his socks, his jeans, and his lovely dark green cashmere sweater that hugged his shoulders and his chest in all the best ways. It was ever so slightly askew, and Jordan could see the faintest hint of his chest hair at the bottom of the neckline. She felt incredibly pleased. She was ready to lay him out and take him apart.

“Don’t be shy,” Jordan said, where she was sitting up against the pillows. She’d stripped down to her underclothes, one of her favorite matching sets. “Come here.”

“I have plenty of reasons to be shy,” Declan said, as he slowly looked her up and down. “You look like you’re going to eat me.”

Jordan bared her teeth at him, and he rolled his eyes, but he came over to the bedside nonetheless. “I want you,” she said, “to take your clothes off. Slowly.” Declan moved to grab the hem of his sweater, but Jordan held up a hand to stop him. “Jeans first. I rather like that sweater.”

Declan slowly undid the fly to his jeans, a dark wash pair that he’d had even before they met. They were perfectly tight around his ass.

“Turn to the side,” Jordan said, waving her pointer finger in a circle. “I’d like to see the goods in action.”

“Picky,” he said, rolling his eyes, but not at all trying to hide his fond smile.

“I learned it from someone I know.”

Declan shimmied slowly out of his jeans. And if Jordan’s eyes weren’t deceiving her, she’d say that he even arched his back a little as he bent down. As soon as he stepped out of them, he picked them up, beginning to fold them.

“Don’t waste my time,” Jordan said.

“You’re the one who said to do it slow,” he countered. “So I’m going slow.”

Jordan let him have the little win. “Socks next,” she said.

“Can’t wait to see my feet, can you.”

“Oh, you wound me with your words. But no, I can’t. Show me the piggies.”

Declan wiggled his stockinged toes for her before removing his socks, carefully folding them as well.

“Undies next,” she said brightly.

“You can’t be serious,” Declan said grimly.

“Of course I wasn’t being serious. You’d look like Winnie the Pooh. Sexy Winnie the Pooh, but Winnie the Pooh nonetheless.”

“Can you stop saying Winnie the Pooh,” Declan asked. “My father read it to us as children.”

“You’re the one invoking dear old Dad. I’m just invoking a classic children’s storybook character,” Jordan countered.

“I’m going to take my sweater off.”

“Good choice.”

Declan pulled his sweater over his head in one swift movement, shaking his curls back into place. Maybe it was because he covered up so much that Jordan liked seeing him undressed so much. She loved his happy trail, loved the way he frowned and blushed whenever she’d call it that out loud. She loved his wiry forearms, the slight shelf of his chest, the dark hair that shaded them both.

“Your tits look lovely as usual,” Jordan said. Declan covered himself with his sweater like a girl with a towel, and Jordan snorted. “Now take off your panties.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. These are boxer briefs.”

“You’d like to be cheeky, wouldn’t you?” Declan simply cocked an eyebrow in response. “Alright,” Jordan said, as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Be cheeky.” She walked over to Declan’s underwear drawer and began rummaging around in the very back for something she knew was in there. “Here,” she said and tossed it to him. It was a tiny black g-string that he’d worn only a few times before on Jordan’s request. “Put it on. And keep it on.”

“Okay,” he said mildly, but the flush spreading to his ears betrayed him easily.

“Hop to it,” Jordan said, clamboring back onto the bed.

Declan hopped to it. He pulled his underwear down just as slowly as he had his jeans, Jordan noticed proudly. Sure, she liked him embarrassed, but she didn’t like it to really sting. She loved seeing the curve of his ass, his own cock on display. It was nicely shaped. Felt real good inside her, in her hand, in her mouth, crushed between their bodies when Jordan was inside him. She took a good amount of inspiration when designing her own.

“Beautiful,” she said softly. Declan looked up.

“Sorry?”

“I said you’re beautiful.”

Even after all their time together, Declan still never knew what to do with a compliment. “Oh,” he said, smiling a little. “Really?”

“Yes really,” Jordan said, rolling her eyes fondly. “Now suit up and let me fuck you.”

Call her boring, but Jordan loved fucking her man in missionary the most. Sure, she and Declan had tried out a ridiculous share of acrobatic positions, legs in the air, pretzeled around each other in complicated ways that sometimes made their backs hurt the next day. Declan especially loved being on his hands and knees when Jordan fucked him. He insisted that it let her go deeper, but she felt he just liked having the opportunity to shove his face in a pillow. Jordan wasn’t having any of that, not tonight. She was going to see everything.

And with two fingers inside him, they were off to a great start.

“Is this enough lube?” Jordan knew the answer was yes, but she liked checking in on Declan. She liked reminding him that she wanted his input, and could tell it made him feel safer.

Declan, as she predicted, nodded yes, then bit back a moan as Jordan curled her long fingers inside him.

“Don’t be shy,” Jordan cooed, gently snapping the string of the knickers he still had on. “I’d like to hear you.” For good measure, she twisted her wrist as she dragged her palm over his barely clothed cock. He writhed, a hiss escaping his mouth as well.

“Good job!” Jordan said brightly. Declan rolled his eyes. “Ready for another finger?”

“I think—” He cut himself off with a gasp as Jordan slipped her ring finger inside him, his eyes going slightly crossed for a moment. “Jordan,” he said seriously when he managed to catch his breath.

“Yes?” Her face was the picture of innocence as she slid her fingers in and out of him, toying with his soft but leaking cock through the fabric of his black panties.

“Never mind,” he said, throwing an arm over his face. “You’re going to take whatever I say and turn it on its head, and I won’t be able to come up with a clever response at all because it’s hard to think with three fingers in my ass.”

“You’re so observant,” Jordan said, as she leaned over to kiss his mouth. He slid his hand from his face and tangled it in her thick, coily hair, pulling her closer for a deeper kiss. Jordan nipped his bottom lip. “I’m not here for kissing,” she said.

“Not even a little?”

“Maybe when I don’t have to stretch my hand all the way down your long body to your ass, love,” Jordan retorted, wiggling her fingers. Declan writhed again, rolling his hips against her hand, and she kissed his chin.

A fourth finger soon joined the others. Declan was able to take it and Jordan didn’t want to be too careful. It was really more that Jordan had no idea what to prepare herself for, and wanted to slide in easy.

“Are you ready?” Declan said, giving her arm a gentle squeeze.

“I should be asking you that.” Jordan slowly stroked lube herself as she lined up with his entrance, covered with more lube than either of them could possibly need. The little g-string was long gone, thrown into some corner of their bedroom, and Declan’s own pretty dick was half-hard and pink.

“I just had four of your fingers in my ass. It’s already been answered. I’m just asking if you’re ready.”

“I’m more than ready, love,” she told him. “I’m raring to go.”

“Being inside someone for the first time—”

“Declan,” Jordan said patiently. “You’re psyching me out. Now let me stick my dick in your arse before your neuroses rub off on me.”

Declan made a show of crossing his arms. “Maybe I won’t let you. Since you’ve insulted me so gravely.”

“Whoops,” Jordan said, as she gripped Declan’s hips and pressed the very tip of her cock against his hole, holding back a shiver at the sheer heat of him. “Too late.” And she pushed inside. Stars danced behind her eyes as he slowly enveloped her, warm and slick and even tighter than his throat had been.

“Oh fuck,” Declan groaned, as he grasped at the bedsheets. Jordan could already see a bead of sweat forming at his temple, ready to roll down his face like a tear. “You’re thicker than I thought.”

Jordan’s chest constricted with pleasure. Her entire body was burning. There was no way anyone could ever get used to this. The sensation was too complex. She wasn’t even halfway in, but the way that Declan twitched and clenched around her, keeping himself open for her— “Don’t call me thick, idiot,” she said, grinning.

Declan, breathing hard through his nose, rolled his eyes. “You gonna start moving soon?”

“No,” Jordan said candidly. “I need,” she began. Declan’s heaving chest, his wet mouth, his tight arse tensed around her cock, she couldn’t bear it. He was so good. She had to take a hand off of his hip to steady herself on the bed. “I need to get used to this first,” she finished.

“Good luck,” Declan said in a low voice, pulling himself the tiniest bit further down on her cock, sending a wave of unbearable sensation through her body, up her spine, making her scalp tingle. “I need all of you.”

“I can’t,” Jordan stuttered. By instinct, she was thrusting into him slowly, shallowly, still not even halfway inside, but it was all too—it was too—
Orgasm hit her like a bullet to the stomach, pleasure radiating out from her center into every single limb. Her arms turned to water, her eyes crossed. She might have even heard her teeth chattering. And the wave kept going, pulsing through her as Declan’s hole clenched over and over around her. It took everything in her not to collapse on top of him, boneless and sweaty and spent.

“That good, huh,” Declan said. Jordan could hear the smile in his voice. It was enormous.

“Fuck.” Jordan swiped at her face with the back of her hand. It felt like the whole room was cooling down, that she was breathing cold air for the first time in ages. Her cock was slowly softening, still inside of Declan. The pleasure was slowly fading. “I’m pulling out,” she said.

Declan nodded, breathing deliberately as she pulled herself, bit by bit, from inside of him. He was biting down hard on his lip.

“Sensitive?” she asked.

He nodded again. “Not in a bad way, though. Oh.” He gasped as she pulled out all the way.
Jordan watched rapt as her cum leaked out from Declan’s hole, still twitching from the loss of her cock. “I think I like this more than I’m supposed to,” she said. “Far more than I’m supposed to.”

Declan laughed. “I could go again if you’re up for it.”

Jordan straightened immediately, feeling embarrassingly like a dog that heard the word treat. “Of course I’m up for it. I just need to rally.” She reached out to stroke him slowly. He was still half-hard. “And you didn’t even get to finish. Poor thing. ”

“Jordan, I don’t need—”

“I know,” she said, waving her hand. “I know. We’ve been together for four years, I understand how your body works. I just want to go another round, make us both feel good, and maybe getting you off will be a part of that, okay?”

Declan settled back into the pillows. “Alright,” he said. “I’d really like that.”

“Good,” Jordan said, patting his knee. “Now sit tight while I get us some water.”

Rehydrating turned into kissing, which just as quickly turned into the two of them rutting against each other. Jordan was absurdly pleased about how quick she could get hard again, smearing precum into Declan’s lower stomach as she pistoned against him again and again.

“Don’t wear yourself out too much,” Declan said, placing a hand on her hip. “You’ll need that energy.”

Jordan shut him up with a dirty kiss. “Assuming I last that long,” she said into his mouth. “Need me to open you up again?”

“Still feeling pretty loose.”

“Okay,” Jordan said. “Tongue it is.”

Declan’s face flushed in record time.

“Go on,” she said. “Turn over.”

If Jordan didn’t realize how much Declan’s moans turned her on before, she sure did now. Every lap of her tongue drew a long, breathy sound out of him, and Jordan could feel her cock twitch every single time. Low, high, muffled, it didn’t matter. His entire body shook with it, his own cock fully hard and leaking onto the bedsheets. Jordan felt powerful. She circled his rim once more with the tip of her tongue before she reached up to wrap a hand around his dick.

“I think you’re ready now,” Jordan whispered. “Give me a good-luck kiss.”

“Absolutely not. Go brush your teeth, ass-mouth.” Declan replied weakly.

“You sound like Ronan.”

“Go now.”

Jordan was in and out of the bathroom in less than a minute. When she came back, Declan had already propped himself up against the pillows. He tossed her the bottle of lube.

“Eager, aren’t we,” she goaded, despite the fact that she was clamboring onto the bed while hurriedly smearing lube all over her cock. “Now lift those hips.”

Declan did just as he was told, canting them up to provide Jordan an easier way in. She ran her hands up and down his calves—half soothing, half petting him.

“Good job,” she told him as she lined herself up with his hole again. Before she slid in, she leaned over Declan, kissing his cheek. “You’ve done such a good job.”

“I—”

But before Declan could finish, Jordan sunk her cock inside of him, this time to the very tip. She grabbed onto his hips tight to keep him from bucking up, she still needed time to adjust. It was just as overwhelming as the first time, his hot insides feeling like they were sucking her even deeper inside of them. She wished he could, wished she could find a way in under his skin.

“Jordan,” he gasped. “Please, move. You’re,” he shuddered, his cock bobbing. “You’re right on top of—”

Jordan slid partway out, and Declan’s body relaxed. She slid in again, holding back against the wave of pleasure, watching him try to buck his hips up. His hair was messy against the white pillows. He was beautiful, and all hers.

“I’d like to paint you like this,” she said, sliding slowly and methodically in and out of him. He felt even better in motion.

“Short sessions,” he managed. “Or are you planning on keeping this up for—oh,” he moaned as Jordan found his prostate again. “For three more hours?”

“Short sessions,” Jordan agreed, sliding a hand up Declan’s chest to pinch a nipple between her fingers. He cried out, high and desperate. “Lots of them. Three times a week.”

“Too many,” Declan said seriously. Jordan bent over and laughed into his chest, his hair tickling her nose. She could feel herself getting close. Declan seemed to be there too, his cock drooling despite the fact that she hadn’t even touched it. She sat up again, reaching for it, but Declan grabbed her by the wrist.

“Not yet,” he pleaded. “I’m so close. I want—I need you in me longer.”

Jordan’s heart swelled, and she kissed him gently on the mouth. “I can do that,” she said, smoothing a hand over his hair. He leaned into it, mouthing at her palm. “Let me do that.”

Jordan could feel her climax creeping at the edges of her vision, but it felt too good to stop. She pushed into Declan harder, letting the heat of his body spread inside her like hot water.

“I’m close,” she admitted. “I’m really—I don’t know if I can hold out.”

“Faster,” Declan urged, wrapping his legs around her to pull her close. Jordan stumbled forward, putting her palms on either side of his head to stabilize herself while she pistoned her hips faster and faster. She could feel her muscles burning with the effort of holding off. Declan let out a breathy moan as she struck the spot inside him again and again.

“I’m almost,” Jordan stuttered, her breathing so shallow that she could barely get the words out.

“Touch me,” Declan gasped. “Please.”

Jordan kissed him hard, then reached blindly between them to grasp his cock. When she looked, it was red, precum spilling from his slit into a tiny pool upon the dark hair covering his lower abdomen. She pumped her hand once, twice—he came, semen splattering onto his flushed chest, dribbling down Jordan’s fingers. Declan’s eyes were closed, his eyebrows unwrinkled, and his mouth hung open just the slightest bit.

“Fuck,” he said, blinking slowly. “Jordan.” He lifted a shaky hand to her cheek, and said “Use me.”

Jordan, on the edge of her own release, didn’t need to be told twice. She ground into him, harder than before, like she was trying to bore a hole for herself in his body. Declan shook with the force, bouncing against her, clenching tighter and tighter until Jordan spilled white hot inside him. She felt lighter, suddenly, like she was being lifted up from her center. And then it all crashed down. Jordan felt cum pulse again and again from her, shot into Declan’s hot, twitching insides. She collapsed onto his chest, a little drool escaping from her mouth.

“I love you so much,” she said, her voice weak. “Your arse is amazing.”

Declan’s laugh shook Jordan. “I do my best for you.”

“You do,” Jordan answered, peeling herself off Declan to look him in the eye. She ran a hand gently over his messy hair. “You were so good.” She kissed him softly. “Now let me just—” With a great effort, Jordan pushed herself up again so she could slide her softened cock out of Declan. With it came another puddle of semen. “God, that’s hot,” she said. “I really get it now.”

“You’re filthy,” Declan said fondly.

Jordan put on her sexiest voice. “Filth begets filth, baby.”

“You sound like Austin Powers.”

“Shagadelic,” replied Jordan, giving his pecs a squeeze.

“That’s it, shower time.” Declan gently rolled Jordan off of himself and started to get up on shaky legs. “And we need to find a way to clean off your dick, because—” He pointed between her legs.

Jordan looked down. Her cock looked as exhausted as she was, and covered in drying semen to boot. “You know what,” she said, feeling around the edges for the seam. Her thumb caught the rim, and she began slowly peeling it from her body. “I say we leave it to soak, and make cleanup tomorrow’s problem.”