(male terms for Damien’s genitals)

Robert groans, biceps trembling as his elbows give way and he forces himself to lock them back into place. His back is tense, fingers gripping for dear life at the blanket they laid out on the floor in front of Damien’s fireplace.

Damien hums, hips stilling, one hand slowly dragging along the dip of Robert’s spine.

“Relax,” he murmurs, eyes fixed down where his sleek, silicone cock is only halfway inside the warm clutch of Robert’s body. He grabs at one cheek, pulling it to the side, thumb inching over to pet along the pouty rim of Robert’s hole. “You’re so good. Taking my cock like a champ.”

It does not seem to relax him, though; Robert whines and lets his head fall between his hunched shoulders. He is fighting his own body’s response to crawl away from the intrusion, and it leaves him tense and unhappy and needier than ever to be fucked and dominated by Damien.

Mary pets over his unwashed hair once, then grips it hard and yanks his head back to see the grimace on his face and the wet shine to his eyes.

“Don’t cry now,” she murmurs and shuffles closer, the soft smell of milk all around her; she hasn’t let any of her boys nurse for the whole day, anticipating Robert’s little hiccup. She knows her boy, after all. “Here. Nurse on mommy, while you’re getting dicked like you need to.”

Robert’s mouth tightens into a petulant line for a moment, squinting at her unhappily, but the sight of her breasts heavy with milk, nipples large and dark and in dire need of a mouth distracts him from her belittling attitude rather quickly.

Damien chuckles as he watches Robert latch on; suckling loud and rude; smacking his wet lips every now and then as his body relaxes. It takes some awkward maneuvering as he wants to stop holding himself up and instead lie down on Mary, but eventually they manage it to get her beneath him in a way that allows him to nurse with his head on her tits.

His body goes soft and pliant for Damien, then; his cock slipping in on a sudden, wet slide as the deathgrip of Robert’s inner muscles ease up and let him slip in smoothly.

He takes it well, then; groans low and delirious as Damien fucks him with easy, fluid motions, one hand at the middle of his friend’s back, the other still spreading his ass and allowing Damien to look his fill.

Whenever he breathes in deep enough, the binder makes itself known around his ribs; secure and restricting in a way that is oddly freeing. 

“Taking it so well,” he murmurs, belly tight with heat whenever the base of the harness presses against his swollen, needy cock. Watching Robert messily eat, lips wet and glazed with milk, he starts wishing for that very mouth on his dick; and maybe he’ll treat himself to it later, after he’s fucked Robert good and proper and treated him to his first anal orgasm… because the way the man squirms and groans, he seems to be delightfully sensitive.