SILICONE LOVE
Summary: He'd had this thought for months. Rating: E Characters: Daniel Ricciardo Other Tags: Sex Toys, Masturbation, Fantasies, Mild Sexuality Crisis
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The second Daniel's back in his own apartment, he knows what he's going to get up to.
He locks the front door, leaves his suitcase beside it – he'll do laundry tomorrow – and he heads to his bedroom, a package clutched between his sweating hands. It feels heavier than his suitcase, but he knows it isn't, it can't be.
He'd had the thought for months, ever since he'd hooked up with that one chick, Stacy or Melanie or… something, and she'd tried to get him to let her use a vibrator on him, looking at him with her big, blue eyes and a pout on her lips as she'd clarified, "Not in the ass or anything, just like… to tease, like… against your dick."
He hadn't let her, but it had stayed at the back of his mind ever since.
Daniel dumps the contents of the package onto his bed.
Lube? Check.
Vibrator? Check.
Plug?
He eyes the plug warily, wondering if he'd made a mistake. It wasn't like he'd never had anything up his own ass before – his last girlfriend had fingered him a few times, and yeah, it had felt good when she'd done it, but he'd never done it intentionally. But when he'd added the vibrator to his cart, he'd figured looking couldn't hurt. After all, plenty of guys like it, hell, he'd gotten off to porn of guys getting pegged by their girlfriends before, not that anyone needed to know that or anything. Buying a plug had seemed like a better middle ground than buying a dildo, anyway. He'd looked, sure, but none of them seemed… right, either too plain and clinical or way too detailed.
So a plug it was, and now here he is, the somewhat proud owner of a black, silicone plug, meant solely for his own ass.
He can do this.
The lube mocks him a little when he sets it on his nightstand, the bottle looking innocent if it wasn't for the name on it.
Daniel has to work up the courage to unbox the vibrator and the plug, and when he does, he stares at the two toys. He reads over the card that had fallen out of the vibrator box, and he sets up the charger, letting it do its thing as he collects the plug, the silicone feeling so incredibly heavy in his hands.
He picks up the slip of paper that had come out of the box for the plug, and he discovers that it's a list of ways to care for it – starting with cleaning it.
He supposes that will give him something to do while the vibrator charges, and he takes the plug into the bathroom, running the sink until the water's hot. He dunks the plug under the water, nearly scalding his hand in the process, and as the plug bobs around in the hot water, Daniel has to laugh at himself. This is absurd, having to do all this just so he can put the plug in his ass.
He hopes this is worth it.
As soon as he's back in his bedroom, Daniel lays down in bed, scrolling on his phone for a while before he opens a private tab in Safari. Pornhub's familiar black and orange website loads, and Daniel clicks through a few different videos, trying to find one that's up his alley. He eventually settles on one that's about as plain as can be, if not for the setting. Maybe the straight, vanilla porn he's picked will offset the decidedly not-straight thing he's about to do.
Daniel grabs the lube, squirting some onto his fingers, and he reaches down, circling his asshole with one tentative finger. Prodding it in, he hopes it feels as good as he remembers it feeling with his last girlfriend. He crooks his finger, trying to find that spot inside himself, the one his girlfriend had found easily, and suddenly he hits it, his cock twitching in response.
Yeah, it's definitely still good.
He adds more lube eventually, his fingers slippery inside him as he grinds down on them, trying to imagine the woman in the video doing this to him. His heart skips a little, his stomach twists, and that definitely does something for him.
He grabs the plug from where he'd dropped it on his bed, slipping his fingers out of his ass and circling the silicone tip of the plug around his lube-slick hole.
Now or never.
The plug is thick, thicker than two of his fingers, and Daniel starts to think he won't be able to get it all the way in when he suddenly feels it. He gasps a little, the flared base of it tucked neatly up against him, and he closes his eyes to try and really feel it.
It sits inside him heavily, his hole fluttering helplessly against the base, trying to take more, and Daniel suddenly gets why gay guys like this so much.
Daniel's brain screeches to a halt.
Shit.
He likes it.
But he's not… right? He can't be. Last he checked, he likes boobs and pussy and giving girls sloppy head and how girls feel on his cock, riding him, blowing him, wrapping their fingers around him and jerking him off until he comes.
He likes all of it.
Guys have just never done it for him.
Daniel resolutely doesn't include that one time he'd gotten a lap dance from a, admittedly, very attractive guy in the back of a club, on a dare. If he'd creamed his pants from it, well, that was just a natural response to someone attractive grinding on his cock. Anyone would get off to that.
Right?
Daniel tries to focus on the guy in the video, on his cock, all hard and flushed, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Does he want to be her, the woman in the video, all stretched out under a man?
Does he want a cock inside him?
He shifts, and so does the plug, pressing into him, and it pulls a wrecked noise from him he didn't know he could make. Daniel wraps a hand around his neglected cock, giving it the attention it wants, and he reaches with his free hand for his phone, pausing the video because he really can't take the woman's moaning in it anymore.
He grabs the vibrator next, clicking it on and lowering it.
Just under the head of his cock. He can handle that, right?
Daniel's whole body tenses at the vibrations, and he has to wrap a hand tight around his cock. His hips jerk up, and god, he needs to come. He strokes himself, keeping the vibrator against the head of his cock, and then a thought swims through his mind.
If this felt good…
He slips the vibrator lower, putting it right at the base of the plug.
His hole spasms, and Daniel breathes out, "Fuck." He immediately moves the vibrator away, giving himself time to catch his breath. His stomach feels full of butterflies, and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. He hadn't expected it to feel like that, the buzzing of the vibrator making the plug vibrate inside him softly, and he clicks the button on the vibrator, the vibrations stronger this time.
He presses the vibrator against the plug, and it makes the whole thing buzz happily inside him.
Daniel's eyes close involuntarily at the feeling, unable to stop the wrecked noise that leaves him. It's so much, but he can't seem to move the vibrator away – it feels so good. He clicks the button again and it changes to a pattern, and he has to move it away then, it's almost too much for him to take.
He holds it under the head of his cock instead, his hips twitching and jumping at the feeling, and Daniel bites at his lip. He can feel his orgasm starting, the pattern the vibrator is doing bringing him right to the edge, and Daniel has to pull it away for a moment. Taking a breath, he clicks the button again for a different pattern, and drags the vibrator over his cock, closing his eyes and pretending that someone else is doing this to him.
He can see familiar eyes in his mind, hear a familiar voice, and he imagines that they're standing above him, talking to him. He drops the vibrator down, pushing it into his balls a little, and he realizes with a start that he's not thinking of a woman. He's thinking of a man, of…
Oh.
His fantasy suddenly takes on a mind of its own.
He can picture hands, strong and masculine, on his thighs, wrapping around his cock, stroking him slow and deliberate. Those same hands, teasing him with the vibrator under the head of his cock until he's leaking precum and begging for the main event. He can hear that voice in his head, shushing him as he whimpers from the vibrator, as they keep it pressed against his cock, bringing him right to the edge.
That's it.
Daniel cries out, legs falling open a little, as he realizes that yeah, he does want a cock inside him, fucking him so hard and thoroughly that he can't sit properly for a few days. He grabs the base of the plug, tugging at it, trying to fuck himself with it as best as he can, and a strangled noise leaves him when his hole stretches around the thickest part.
He imagines that familiar, accented voice again, and it's almost too much.
So good, it whispers to him in his head, taking my cock like this.
Daniel pushes the vibrator up against his balls again, panting as he does it.
It happens so fast.
Daniel comes, and he can't look away, watching as his jizz paints his stomach white. He drags the vibrator over his cock, holding it against the head, and it somehow gets even more out of him.
The vibrator falls to the bed as he flops back against his pillows with a grunt, the plug still inside him. He grabs for the vibrator, turning it off, and he drops it unceremoniously on the bed. He covers his face with his hands, trying not to dig too deeply into what he'd just done, what he'd just imagined, but he knows it's all he'll be able to think about for a long, long time.
He eventually gets up, wincing a little at the plug still inside him. Daniel takes it out slowly, the plug heavy in his hand as it slips free, and for a second he feels so incredibly empty.
He knows it'll pass, but as he cleans off the plug and vibrator, he wants nothing more than to put the plug back in.
To feel… Daniel turns off the sink and takes the clean toys into his room, dumping them into his nightstand drawer before grabbing his phone and placing another order.