I've Been Thinking About This All Night
✩ CW's:Overstimulation, Masturbation, Gunplay, Eyeplay(like straight up fingering it), Chestplay(ditto), Painplay if you squint
-Masterlist-
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As much as Anaxagoras tried to ignore it, he was never successful in abstaining from his body's base desires.
Anaxa didn't feel the urge for sexual gratification often, and as such was always ill-prepared when the mounting desire grew too much to bear. He deemed it too much of a hassle to find some stranger to bed whenever the desire did come around so, as always, he was forced to take matters into his own hands in the form of self-pleasure. The problem was that this time, his usual routine of some quick jerking off didn't seem to be enough.
Which is why he was now half naked on his bedroom floor with three fingers thrusting desperately into his own hole for relief.
Groans filled the room as Anaxa rocked back in a steady rhythm, panting as he tried to reach deeper, deeper. He'd been at it for hours already, as one could tell by the sheen of sweat from desperate masturbation covering his body, but he still had yet to cum even once, much to his frustration.
Anaxa slid a hand up his chest, fingertips brushing faintly on his painfully erect nipples, causing him to jolt. Tweaking one between his fingertips he gasped, back arching in pleasure, but he knew that it still wouldn't be enough.
Suddenly, he remembered something.
Sliding out his soaked fingers, Anaxa turned and half crawled half dragged himself over to the bed, reaching under and pulling out a medium-sized nondescript box covered in a fine layer of dust. Opening it, he was greeted by a beautiful blue-green dildo.
He took it out without another thought, planting the suction cup onto the floor and quickly lining himself up with the tip. He had never used it before—having only received it as a gag gift from some students some years ago, their way of telling him that he needed to relieve some stress—and bit his lip as he got used to the harsh pressure. It wasn't the longest dildo, maybe 6 inches maximum, but by the Fates was it thick which was exactly what he needed.
Anaxa finally sunk down to the bottom, head thrown back. After giving himself a moment to rest he began to roll his hips slowly but firmly, audibly wet squelches filling the air hole clenching tightly around the unfamiliar but deeply welcome intrusion.
'I never thought of myself as one much for anal play, but you learn something new about yourself every day, I suppose...'
Desperate to feel more, more, more, Anaxa brought his free hand back down to his chest and experimentally pushed a few fingers into the star-filled cavern.
Bursts of light exploded in his vision and he cried out, back arching painfully at the awkward position, but it felt so so good. And so he did something stupid.
Willing his weapon into being he leaned back, holding himself up with one arm while the other slid the revolver into the dark void, breathing out a deep moan. Uncaring enough to check if it was properly cleared but careful to keep his finger away from the trigger, he began to thrust it into the sticky hole in time with his bounces on the dildo.
The doubled pressure mercifully brought him to his first orgasm of the night. Hips stuttering and cock twitching, he started to tear up at the feeling of relief, a choked sob escaping. Drips of… Whatever it was in his chest coated the muzzle of the gun and god was it going to be a pain to clean later, but it felt so good, the substance trailing down to mix with the mess of white painting his stomach.
Still, he remained painfully hard.
Sliding out the revolver he placed it gently to the side, deciding not to tempt Fate any further.
He dropped forward to lean on his arms, crossing them and grabbing a random pillow off the bed to support his waist. Hair fell into his face, sticking to his forehead from the sweat, and he reached upwards with one hand to push it back.
As he did so a finger caught on the corner of his eye patch—that he had neglected to remove earlier in his desperation for relief—which, damp and loosened from the sweat, slid off easily; exposing the gaping eye socket to the air, the sharp feeling eliciting a gasp from Anaxa.
Ever the scientist even at such a moment of weakness, he curiously pressed a finger to the long healed flesh.
And was rewarded with instant pleasure jolting throughout his body.
“A-ah!” Anaxa moaned, so shocked by the feeling that he even stopped his movements on the dildo. Panting, he waited a moment before gingerly pushing a finger inside, pressing into the tender scar tissue.
In the back of his mind he quietly thanked the stars he was alone, because he came so hard and fast it was embarrassing.
Eye rolling back he moaned loudly, finger still inside. The pleasure was almost unbearable to the point of pain yet he enjoyed every second, slowly pulling the finger out before sliding it back in a bit faster.
Anaxa had never felt such pleasure before in his life. Continuing to thrust into his eye socket he lifted his hips once again, resuming pushing the thick cock into his dripping hole in time with his finger, mouth dropping open at the feeling.
He slid another finger in, the pleasure doubling every time they brushed against a particularly sensitive strip of flesh. Sniffling weakly and pathetically, tears of rapture began to spill from his working eye.
'I wonder how my students would feel seeing their teacher become such a dripping, pathetic, mess…'
Anaxa couldn't help but wonder. Yet even the thought of disappointing them couldn't deter him from the way he desperately vied for pleasure, drool dripping from his open mouth and onto his arm and floor.
Whorish whines filled the room as Anaxa moved faster, three fingers in his eye and hips rolling so strongly he'd worry for his spine if he wasn't too preoccupied with the task of cumming as quickly as possible, sliding in another finger and pushing both the socket capacity and his pain tolerance to the limit.
He glanced up and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, the very picture of debauchery. Face deeply flushed with an expression comparable to a veteran porn star, lust dripping from his very being-along with various other fluids-, body wracked by uncontrollable shivers and sobs. Oh, how far the mighty have fallen.
He nearly paused as he noticed a few faint drops of blood dripping down the fingers on his face, presumably from his rough treatment of the sensitive inner flesh, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Anaxa finally gave in and reached his other arm down to grab the severely neglected dick he had been rutting against the floor, wrapping his fingers around it tight.
He fisted it roughly in time with his other movements, once, twice, before cumming so hard he saw stars, sobbing against the floor. The right side of his face was squished against the cool tile, spit leaving stick trails on his cheek. He continued to roll his hips weakly, dick twitching and cum dripping.
Eventually, overstimulation won out and Anaxa slid himself upwards and off of the dildo with an audibly wet 'pop!', collapsing onto the ground next to it. Panting hard, he laid there catching his breath and staring at his reflection, fingertips ghosting around the edge of the scar.
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