DIPPY. A THOUGHT. STARK MEN IN COCK CAGES. CREGAN STARK IN A CAGE AND THEN YOU'RE PJURPOSELY WORKING HIM UP JUST TO WATCH THAT COCK WEEPE
WAITTTTT A TICKKKK !!!! IM SCREAMING AT THE THOUGHT OF IT BEING A GAG GIFT FROM SOME LORD WHEN YOU AND CREGAN GET MARRIED
oh he’s got a light blush and is about to throw it away until you put a hand over his thigh and lean in to mutter something about ‘not wasting resources’ & he’s like yeah okay babe sure… whatever you say…! he thought of telling you you’re ridiculous, but finds the more he mulls it over, that he actually doesn’t mind the idea.
so that means later that night, your hand is wrapped around his caged cock, the cool bars contrasting so roughly against his hot, aching sex that he hisses at the contact. he doesn’t beg — not yet. he’s far too proud. but his cock is doing all the talking, anyways.
there’s just enough space around the bars where your hand is for the blunt of your nails to “accidentally” graze his tip just oozing with pre, and your husband, ever so reserved, throws his head back with a “hah—!” punched from his throat.
it’s a stark contrast to the low, calm timbre his voice usually carries. you don’t miss it, and your lips curl into a smirk that reveals far too much of your enjoyment.
when his eyes flutter open again and fall on you, they’re heavy lidded. his breaths come harshly, and a mutter of “wife..” falls sharp from his lips. it lands gently regardless.
you merely hum, before reaching back and spitting on his poor trapped length. your saliva drips all over him, mixing with the absurd amount of pre he’s spilled already — and the combination of fluids creates a mess of your wedding gift.
“good metal,” you remark slyly; devastatingly nonchalant while cregans eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head.
you’ll have to make that lord an advisor for this.
