sorry another gooner!art thought... gooner!art would beg you with tears rolling down his cheeks to make a pocketpussy based on your pussy lmaoo even if you're not long distance he just can't stand not having access to you even for 1 second after he's had you. AND TRUST HE'D MAKE OUT WITH IT FIRST THING!!
i absolutely see him asking this of you. i totally see it. he doesn’t care if it’s gimicky or stupid or pointless (because he sees you nearly everyday anyway), but he wants it so bad.
the second he gets gifted it and is alone, he’s holding it in his two hands and laying flat on his belly, inspecting the outside and tracing the silicone folds with his fingertips like he’s scared he could break it. sucks his fingers to slick them up and then slides them deep inside. he can’t help but moan and tremble when he realizes how accurate it is. it’s fucking perfect—it’s everything he hoped it would be.
he pulls his digits out and then immediately starts to lap over the rubbery flesh, closing his eyes and pretending he can actually taste you on his tongue. fuck, fuck, fuck. little whimpers tumble from his occupied mouth as he instinctively starts to roll his hips down into his mattress.
“s’good, s’wet.. aahm.. s’good, need more..”
doesn’t take long before he’s gracelessly tugging down his boxers and shoving the toy underneath him. he curses when he pushes his leaking tip in, and he smears his precome all over the inside of your artificial walls.
feels just like you. he thinks he might die, right then and there. he wants to call you and hear your voice, but youre busy, so he settles for hearing the wet squelching that comes with his pumping hips.
“take it, take it, take it,” he whines out in the same way the guys in his favorite porn vids do, “g-god, you’re so tight, i love you, please don’t ever leave me.. can’t live without you, can’t live without this, i need t’fuck you harder, please—“
he pictures you under him, giving him permission to go faster—deeper, so he pushes his face into his bedding and holds the cylinder like he holds your hips when he gets desperate and close. white-knuckled, shaky, begging to not be torn away.
“ohhh, yeah—! oh, im.. i think im gonna.. AH—! im coming, im coming—!”
it’s more of a wail when he says it all, but that’s as much as he can do when he slams his length as far inside as it can go and promptly fills the custom toy with his load. his pelvis bucks with each wave, each rope of it spilling out, and he drools over his sheets. lazily fucks it until he’s hypersensitive and can hardly keep moving. the silicone makes the most obscenely wet noise when he pulls his cock out, and it almost sounds like when he does it for real with you. it’s almost enough to get him swelling and aching again, but not quite.
he’ll save the rest of himself for when he sees you tomorrow.
