It shouldn't happen in Texas!
Title : Pleasure Thief - Draw Two
Wordcount : 1413
Acknowledgments : theotherdibbler who provided a site for 'toys' research and charisstoma for links and most ebil plotting!
Warnings : P0rn
Part One can be found here
Toys NWS!! : Toy Number 1 (prostate vibrator)
Toy Number 2 (massage sleeve & hitachi wand)
Namir gave in to the unaccustomed need to fidget, shifting awkwardly as he waited for the sun to complete its journey down the sky. He moved as soon as the last lingering light sunk deep into the distant horizon. Night clouded, he had perfect cover as he strolled to the house, slipped over and along the boundary wall and hugged the building.
The security light didn’t trigger and curious Namir stepped bold within it’s range, but no spotlight heralded his approach. The night remained unbleached, the garden a whispering of blown foliage. His window from the previous nights adventure was opened in invite, and he noted that as his hand curled around the door handle, tightened on the cool metal and twisting to push open the back door. He was clearly welcome.
Lower floor abandoned, low light caressed the hall, lighting the stairs enough that one could proceed without deliberate caution. Namir more familiar with dark entries moved slow as he climbed the carpeted steps, back pressing the wall as he stepped onto the deep rug of the upper level. His goal for tonight was the bedroom, mouth drying in expectance of the mysteries that waited there. From that room there was a deep rose light that had lust spike. Soft music thrummed some wordless melody, a tune both relaxing and building in rhythm as it wound towards a crashing crest.
Car evident in the front drive, the rooms occupant was expected but still caused pause, as homeowner he was the rightful presence. Namir met dark eyes that travelled his track suited form, taking in the dark canvas that clung so well to the shadows. A quirked smile showed approval of his nimble body as he slunk towards the waiting unit. Top draw open the challenge seemed unveiled but delving in Namir lined up containers on the polished surface. Oils fragrant and mundane, heated and standard, sampled and still sealed. Fingers itched to touch the toy that nestled there, muscles clenching at remembered delight.
His host watched him, expression arrested as he waited on Namir’s choice. Large and still as he lounged on his decadent bed, thick velvet and soft silk crumpled beneath his frame. A deep dark chuckle rumbled free to see Namir ease the draw home in it’s fixture and those slender fingers feel at the second draw. This one firmly locked.
For Namir the night grew in purpose. Canting a sly look left to his magnanimous host, Namir let out his grin. Wire tool coming to hand by reflex, to be slid through the stubborn lock, angled and finessed with an artisan skill. It gave up it’s secrets without a whimper, though the watchful man sighed as the draw slid open, oiled to move in silence and with ease.
The contents here were hidden in folds of deep silk, quality that matched the red fall that curtained the only light. Moving with accustomed quiet Namir pulled free the promised entertainment. Sent Mr homeowner a quizzical glance as he unwrapped an angled length. A curved u-shape in black silicon, the end button triggered a subdued hum and pleasant vibration, a variation of last nights fun. One curved end was decorated with little nubs and pressing down on these with the cushion of a thumb Namir felt the vibrations tingle down his arm. Very nice, he surveyed it considering, selecting a random lube to oil the length and watched it glisten in the dim light.
This was not a beginners toy and Namir had one at hand who he could safely assume was more experienced, eyes growing speculative he handed his well oiled prize as offering and bit his lips to see it accepted.
‘The other’ a rough voice directed as sharp pressed suit pants were dragged off and kicked heedlessly to the floor. Namir explored further in the recesses of the draw, slanting frequent glances to where the owner of these delights was kneeling on his bed, legs parted and impressive erection shown. The purpled head of his cock draped by the pristine white of his shirt tails, tantalising at it shone with natural dew.
Next in the draw was a clear hollow tube. Curious fingers sunk in and discovered ridges down the narrow opening and nubs within the wider. It’s purpose was clear and seeing oiled fingers slide under a smart shirt followed soon by that strange tantalising tool, Namir did not wait. Chucking aside his clothing he slicked himself quick and experimented with the transparent toy. Watched his erection slide through and be visible within it’s tight hold. Removing it he enjoyed the sensation of those pressing ridges and nubs, choosing which side to push into changed the tightness offered, causing his breath to escape with varied need.
Playing awhile, loosing minutes to the firm slide over his flesh, the thrill of the friction, Namir forced open his eyes to face a view he deemed priceless. No theft had ever wielded such beautiful bounty. His host was a fine vision of heat and passion, rocking on his heels, black silicon inserted and curling under for further stimulation. Bare legs with their hint of fur, muscles flexing as he rode his toy. Handsome face churning emotion, lips alternatively bit or parted in lust fuelled gasps. His shirt adding to the air of prohibited pleasure, starched and proper with it’s open collar and tugged loose tie. Namir itched to tear away the stiff cotton, to bare the chest and admire his pectorals.
Looking down was another enticing site, the clear tube circling him tightly as it warmed to his body heat, the head of his cock teased by the edging then pushing free. There was another object on the floor, that had been wrapped carefully with his clear toy. Namir examined it, expecting another forbidden insert. He was surprised and fascinated by the device he uncovered.
In shape this new toy was much like last nights, but the head rounded, the vibes more focused. His host reached down from the bed, large hand enveloping his for static moment, their eyes blazing into each others. Temperature in the room soared and the air thickened, as fingers stroked gently across the back of his hand claiming the new toy.
Namir watched as the device was thumbed on, obligingly shifting closer to the bed when that rounded head was held in his direction. The man fumbled between his legs stopping the quiet hum and closed his eyes to take calming breaths, he was clearly at the brink. Tempting though it was to lift up that shirt and help, Namir stayed still. Ignoring his own clothing, Namir’s host indicated for the thief to strip. Keeping burning eye contact Namir dragged his t-shirt up over his abs, stretching his torso as he drew the clothing over his arms and dropped it to the floor beside him. Mr Homeowner ate up the show, lips parted and eyes blazing.
The little thief jumped, startled when the wand touched his nipples, drawing first one then the other into a taunt aching peak. Breath rasping as he bent to trail the wand down Namir’s body, his benefactor touched the round head of his toy to the clear tube hugging Namir’s cock. Namir’s eyes crossed in pleasure. Greedily he snatched the toy to control his own sensations. Flicking through multiple speeds, vibrations causing his hips to thrust forward as his body struggled to gain release.
Humming resumed. His host rocking frantically as he brought himself to the edge of orgasm and Namir eager to join him slid the tubing so it covered the head of his cock. He exploded, vision whitening. When he could again open his eyes he still held the wand, vibrating into the thick pile of the carpet, he switched it off. Sprawled over the edge of the bed his host showed evidence of his own release. Neither man felt inclined to move.
Car headlights gleaming through the curtains, they woke Namir to his whereabouts. Lounging in a strangers bedroom surrounded by forbidden toys. He dressed quickly leaving the nights entertainment on the silken scarf they’d been wrapped in. Turning to exit the room without speaking.
Namir had barely made it halfway down the stairs before he heard the man move to the doorway to watch him depart. Awareness tickled down his spine but he refused to turn back and acknowledge him. A voice heavy with sleep followed him, wrapping around his fleeing form.
‘Third draw tomorrow night?’
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