mio thinking abt buildng you a toy to keep you company on nights he can’t… sits down with drafting paper and a sharpened pencil one night you’re out on a mission, but when he starts materialising it and thinking abt like what type of mechanics to use he hits a block… it’s not bc he can’t build it (he can. he’s alr figured out the blueprint) or that he can’t get materials (he can. he knows elias will get him food-safe silicone, as long as he justifies it with some contraption or another. elias won’t suspect a thing.). it’s that he gets stuck thinking about how it should behave inside you…
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mio thinking about whether the outer part of it should curve against your clit or whether it should widen at the base just like his own, since you always adore taking him into your mouth and licking up his side… thinking about how it should fit inside you… whether it should be snug so you feel full, like how you always whine hot against his ear when he bottoms out… or whether it should be modelled after his, curve and all, just so you can imagine it’s him touching you and filling you up…
mio thinking about whether the metal should be smooth and ridged so you can clean it easily and the mechanisms can be easily taken apart to be serviced or upgraded… or whether he should make it an exact replica of his own, one smooth piece, so you can slowly slip the mushroom tip of it between your folds while thinking of him, slide the length of it inside you while whimpering his name into your pillow…
mio sitting there with his sharpened pencil and a blank page, sweating, with his face getting increasingly redder as he thinks about it… thinks about the way he usually pleases you… thinks about the ways he could please you… thinks about the way you look under him when he slips his fingers into you and stretch you out in preparation for his cock… the way your mouth goes hot and soft against his when you sit in his lap… the way your nails feel against his chest when you sink down onto him and the way you clench around him, tight and warm, as you get used to how he feels, fully seated inside you…
before he knows it he’s pitching a tent under his apron and all he can think about is the way you rode him last night in this very workshop, top half unbuttoned, chest slick with his saliva and skirt pushed up around your waist, panties tugged to one side and your hands gripping his shoulders, wet and messy, just for him…
mio seeing the sweet skin of your neck in his mind’s eye… the way you bounced so sweetly, just for him… the way your thighs shook around him when you got closer and closer and the way you threw your head back moaning his name when he settled a rough thumb onto your clit… mio setting his pencil down. maybe he won’t build you a toy after all. maybe he can’t let a toy do what should be his job.
