Using toys? Poly/Breaky/Deacury preferred; take your pick of the three
(Oooof, unfair decision making because I’d love to do all three. Let’s have some Breaky, I haven’t done it in a while.)
(Modern AU)
“Are you sure, John?”
John rolls his eyes.
“It’s smaller than your cock, Bri. Get it in me.”
Brian carefully lubes up the small toy - the packaging called it a “bullet” but he’s not overly keen on that idea - and reaches down. It is smaller than his cock, and the three fingers he’d had buried in John were more than enough; the toy slides in easily, with barely a hitch in John’s breathing. John’s fingers do curl, though, which, as they’re inside Brian at the moment, is somewhat torturous.
“Good. Got the remote?”
Brian holds up the remote controller for the toy in his hand.
John uses his free hand to pull Brian down for a kiss, before gently withdrawing his fingers and shifting them around so that Brian’s lying on his back, John between his legs.
“Ready, Bri?”
Brian grins. “Ready, John.”
John loves the feeling of sliding into Brian; his lover is always so warm and tight and responsive; he watches the way Brian’s whole body twitches as he bottoms out. He starts moving slowly, gently, letting Brian loosen up around him.
John is so focused on getting a rhythm happening that he doesn’t notice Brian’s hand twitch, until suddenly the toy comes alive inside him, vibrating up against his prostate.
“Jesus fuck!” he cries, his hips slamming forward involuntarily and punching a moan out of Brian too. “Holy shit-!”
“T-too much?” Brian asks breathlessly. John can only shake his head, sure that if he speaks it will be nothing more than babbling.
It’s like his nerve endings are on fire, and it’s brilliant.
John manages to get enough of a grip on himself to concentrate on fucking Brian, already aware they’re moving faster and harder than usual, but Brian seems to be enjoying himself, his hips lifting to meet John’s. John has just managed to adjust to the vibrations when Brian’s hand twitches again -
The vibrations increase in intensity and John honest-to-god screams. His body is moving of its own accord, all of John’s conscious brain having deserted him, and the noises he’s making are an incoherent babble mixed with Brian’s name. Brian is keening too, and John only barely manages to grip his cock.
Brian’s hand moves again, and the vibrations become so intense that John’s vision whites out as he comes harder than he’s ever come in his life. Brian’s keen rises to a wail as John’s hand shakes on his cock, and he comes too in powerful spurts up his chest. John promptly falls straight over onto Brian’s chest, his cock slipping out, heedless of the mess.
Brian is too far gone to remember to stop the bullet for just long enough that it’s no longer pleasurable. Tears prick John’s eyes from the sensation of over-stimulation, his cock twitching weakly, but then Brian recovers and his finger quickly flicks the button to stop the vibrations.
They lie together in panting silence for a long moment.
“John?” Brian murmurs, stroking his hair. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah,” John manages to reply, his voice hoarse. “You? I didn’t hurt you?”
“No. That was fucking hot.”
John manages to lift his head and grin at Brian.
“So…how about we look deeper into that catalogue of yours?”