Hips bucking into the pull, hands clawing at the bench’s surface, and toes curling into the rug, Shea cried out. “Ah, f**k me. Luke…God…”
“With pleasure,” Lucian replied, thrilled when the words were steady. He dug under the lounge, retrieved a tube of lube, and nibbled Shea’s flexing ring while coating the plug with slick. Shea’s legs shook, and Lucian sucked sharp just to feel his own d**k pulse when Shea’s call echoed in the room. “Though, sadly, I do not wish to skip steps on our way to sating my desire to take you ‘til you’re raw, beloved.” Lucian set the plug to Shea’s asshole and slowly pushed it home.
“Oh, Christ!” The metal sank into rosy depths, and Shea’s arms quaked, but his head and gaze never left the mirror. “Nngh…God…going in…shit.”
“Indeed,” Lucian agreed. “Seeing you s
