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After seeing Meteor off with a pat on his back and a good morrow, Thancred gave in to the whispering in his ear. He was tired, admittedly, the floor hadn’t been great for sleep or his back, and another hour or so of rest would be worth the time lost. So once he was back inside, he climbed into his bed still dressed for the day, face down as he’d been before, just this time without the man hovering over him and worrying at his aches.
Thancred settled his head on his pillow, and inevitably, his mind turned to the dangerous scene that had just happened here. He thought of Meteor’s hands on him, seeking knots and pains with deep-moving efficiency. The firm, shameless slide over Thancred’s shirt and the muscles underneath, as if he had done this a thousand times before. Gods, if only Meteor had asked Thancred to remove his shirt.
It was a shameful thought, as if Thancred couldn’t have just done it himself instead of waiting for the permission — but he couldn’t. He can’t. Can’t want for what’s long in the past and dangled right in front of him. His mouth watered like a starving dog. His hips rolled down, the slightest friction to answer his craving senses.
If only Meteor’s palms had spread across bare skin instead. Dipped to his sides, further. Whispered too close to the hem of Thancred’s pants, touched the sensitive skin of his stomach, fingers splayed out to readjust him under Meteor’s massage.
“Shit,” Thancred breathed out quietly. He’d known, but he couldn’t ignore the twitch of his cock at just the idea of Meteor’s hands getting close. How far would he have gone, this long after their last encounter, if Thancred had only voiced some desire? Would he have leaned over Thancred’s back, pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck—
Thancred shivered, canting his hips downward again, and again, slowly rocking against his bed fully clothed. Meteor could have gotten him off just like this, just teasing him and letting him rut against the blankets until he finished. Thancred didn’t deserve much better… but Meteor would think he does.
Meteor would… Thancred stopped his hips’ motion, kept his face on his pillow but pulled his knees under him. Just enough leverage to open the button of his pants and barely push them down. He was hardening against his smallclothes, palmed his length through the fabric absentmindedly while he tried again to focus on the fleeting feeling of Meteor’s hands on him. Pressing into every painful knot, easing his muscles, Meteor making himself at home in every part of Thancred’s back.
He could have every excuse to lean a little too close, press his rising erection against Thancred’s ass just to let him know it was there through all the layers of protection between them. Thancred could have pretended to ignore it, except to let his groans of relief edge ever closer to the moans he’d wanted to release instead. Gods, he wanted Meteor to want him.
Thancred’s casual palming of his own erection was getting out of hand, smallclothes wrapped tighter around the hardened length. He wanted more. He wanted it to last and be a ridiculously unnecessary competition and to have Meteor panting in his ear and ordering him to do what he knows will bring Thancred the most pleasure anyway.
It was a ridiculous thought, as he pushed down the last barrier to get his hand around his cock and gave it a few experimental pumps. Even jerking off, he needed permission to enjoy himself. A fictional idea of someone telling him not only that he could but that he had to. That it was his job to cum, and to be moaning around Meteor’s body all the while.
He thought again of Meteor’s hands. Closed his eyes, and imagined it was Meteor’s calloused fingers around his cock instead of his own. Meteor’s strokes were determined, purposeful, gave Thancred little time to prepare or even breathe when he was feeling passionate enough. A pause to roll his head between his fingers for a flash of pleasure, to dip his thumb over his tip. Thancred’s breath was coming faster now.
Meteor could be thrusting his clothed erection against the back of Thancred shamelessly now, all pretext lost, telling him to keep going. To fuck into his hand as he held it still for Thancred—
Thancred opened his eyes just long enough to slide open the lower drawer of his bedside table. He’d need to wash these blankets anyway, so he took the chance to spread lube over one hand and return to the fantasy. Meteor’s hand held still below him, eager to see Thancred chasing release. And he did, the cold of the lube no deterrent compared to the easy slide of his cock into his hand. And then a tighter grip, simulating the friction of a hole he wouldn’t find, urging his hips forward, ‘pulling out’ and pressing forward again with an increasing rhythm.
Thancred’s mind wandered, even in this, to the details of the man who wasn’t behind him, over him, pinning him to his bed. Meteor’s mouth at the back of his neck, his tongue soothing a newly-made hickey, his lips with contrastingly gentle kisses, his teeth biting down hard enough to bleed. Thancred let out a gasping moan, precum leaking as he jerked forward. “F-fuck,” he mumbled into his pillow, he was achingly hard now but he knew, he knew this was not how it would end with Meteor. Thancred wouldn’t allow it.
Another dip into the side table drawer as he kicked off his pants and smallclothes, finally bare but for the shirt his fantasy-Meteor has already seen him remove. Leaving his cock to hang untouched, Thancred wasted no time reaching his freshly-lubed fingers back and pressing one inside of himself. It was time to ply himself open, as recklessly and heedlessly as Meteor would. There was a fleeting thought to suck the cock he was about to put inside himself, but Thancred resisted, spending that time instead to will himself to relax once more. He wanted this, wanted so badly to be wanted by this beautiful horrible frustrating man, wanted to do such a good job at it that even with all this buildup, Meteor would be the one to cum first. A second finger inside him, stretching himself open.
It took a few minutes, Thancred pointedly avoiding any pressure yet on his prostate. And when he was satisfied (not stretched far enough, but close, and this toy didn’t have half the heft of the real thing), Thancred withdrew his hand to spread a healthy coating of lube on the faux cock. Again he closed his eyes, tried to relax, tried to imagine the too-possible scenario he had lulled himself into.
He pressed the tip to his entrance, teased there to further ply himself open. “..uck me, Meteor,” he could barely get out the whisper, but it spurred him to press the cock into him in one strong, steady motion. Thancred let out a quiet, restrained moan as it bottomed out. His first time using this and it was already good, but Solution 9 was a land of technology. He blindly found the button on what little of the shaft wasn’t inside him, and turned the device on in full.
Thancred jolted hard at the sudden vibrations that reached deep, having to fight to keep the toy inside of him as his body reacted. But he was rewarded for the effort, as the initial shock of pleasure turned into a continuous wave of it. Little panting moans were coming out of him before he could stop them, and he was close, so close.
He thrust the cock out and into himself a few ilms at a time, taking it all on each downthrust— Meteor was bigger, thicker, he knew, but after so long apart this and his imagination were a fine substitute. He imagined Meteor’s full six fulms pressed against him from behind, powerful thighs and hips pistoning into him faster than his hand’s angle could work the toy. His cries might have been heard outside his door, if anyone bothered, but such intense pleasure overrode his fears for just this brief moment.
Thancred buried his face as the rising tide overtook him all at once, and he came hard with a muffled moan. His cock twitched uselessly beneath him, emptying his load into nothing but his bed. But the vibration didn’t stop on its own. A part of him that wanted too badly to buy into the fantasy was tempted to tell this faux cock not to stop, to keep going as long as it needs and Thancred could of course take it, he could always take it– but he had nothing to prove. A shaky hand turned off the vibrations, and the assault on his senses was finally calmed, but Thancred made no move to take the toy out. It felt good to be spread around something again.
He was so utterly doomed.