Short fic: Hot Date (1/1), Tom/Self, NC17
Title: Hot Date
Author: littlemrstom
Pairing(s): Tom/Self
Rating: nc17
Warnings: Adult content, Light Kink, PWP
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; I own nothing but the plot.
Summary: Tom has a Hot Date.
Author Notes: Yet another unveiling! This one was also written for toho_kinkmeme, for the prompt: Tom using a dildo. Experienced user, who can make it last.
This one is also just porn. But you can never have too much porn, right? Right? =)
And I had no idea what category to put this as, so I just went with Slash. Hope that's right. Banner credit goes to mariesen again, thanks, bb! ♥
Tom’s insides jittered with expectation as he bade goodbye to his brother and locked his hotel room door with a flick of his wrist. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told him that it was seven thirty in the pm and that he had the entire evening to himself; Bill was spending the night at Andreas’, followed by a day of shopping in the city. Tom had been invited along, of course, but he had politely declined, saying that he had a hot date, instead.
And he wasn’t lying.
Tom had a hot date, alright.
With his bed and his lube and his favourite piece of silicone.
Tom’s dick was already half hard with anticipation as he walked over to his bed, his entire body thrumming, waiting for what it knew was to come. He shucked himself of his shirt as he moved, throwing it haphazardly to the floor, before pulling open his bedside table and routing inside.
When he drew it out of the drawer, he awed over it momentarily, running the fingers of his right hand up and down it. It was the biggest dildo Tom owned; long and thick in girth, multiple ridges circling it. The tip was narrower than the rest of it, slowly expanding to its full width before nipping in again at the base.
Just staring at it was making Tom grow harder. He dropped the toy to the bed in favour of palming himself over his denims, letting out a low groan at the sensation of denim rubbing against his sensitive skin. When Tom finally grew bored of the feel of denim, he clicked open his belt buckle and stepped out of his jeans, letting them pool around his ankles before kicking them to join his shirt in the middle of the floor. His boxers followed only moments later, until Tom was left stark naked in his bedroom, his cock standing up eagerly between his legs.
Tom put his hand back in his drawer and routed some more, searching out his lube and extracting it with a grin stretched across his face. He dropped that, too, to the bed and then proceeded to gather a few tissues and place them in a pile on his bedside table.
Finally finished getting what he’d need, Tom allowed himself to crawl onto his bed and spread out in the middle. His bottle of lube lay next to his head and he snatched it up readily. His heart hammered in his ribcage as he allowed his free hand to settle on his chest and roam freely, slowly, over his skin. Goosebumps followed his fingers, appearing in paths wherever they brushed, and Tom shivered, feeling his body tense up already.
His hand trailed over his belly and circled around his navel, moved up until it found his nipples and pinched them until they peaked, dark pink and hard. Tom’s toes tingled as he moved his hand down until it reached his hips, stroking across his hairless skin until he eventually allowed himself to circle the prize he was after and gently grip himself at the base.
Tom cried out immediately at the contact, more than surprised by the intensity because it was his own hand and he’d known it was coming. He let his fingers tighten just enough to grip himself loosely, palming himself like he had been doing before, only this time without the denim between his dick and his hand. His grip tensed when he slid his hand up and reached the tip of his weeping hard on, letting out a long breath as he swiped his thumb through the liquid gathering in beads there and slicking it back down his length. He repeated the movement a few times, feeling himself grow harder and harder whilst the burning in his groin only steadily increased.
It wasn’t long until Tom could feel the tell-tale tingling begin in his toes and he yanked his hand away, throwing his arms up above his head and out of reach until the feeling passed. Not wanting to stroke himself there again just yet for fear of coming too soon and spoiling all the fun, Tom reached out for his lube. The bottle was warm in his hold as he flicked the cap open keenly, the snap sound it made echoing off the walls of the silent room and bouncing back to Tom’s acutely tuned ears. Without ado, Tom pushed himself up onto his elbows and held his right hand out, drizzling the substance onto his fingers and wiggling them, covering every inch quickly.
If he’d held his hand still long enough, Tom would have seen his palm vibrating a little with excitement, but before Tom could even register it himself, he was depositing the lube back beside him, forgotten, and was shifting back down the bed, propping his legs up, bent at the knee, and was lowering his hand ready.
When the first finger breached his hole, Tom swore under his breath as he pushed it in steadily, not really giving himself much time to get accustomed. His breath hitched in his throat as it went in as far as the angle would allow, and it was only then that Tom let himself pause and come up for air.
“Shit,” he swore again, his voice almost inaudible as he poised a second finger beside the first and began to edge it in, this time with a little more caution. Again, it slipped in fairly easily and with little discomfort, save for the twinge in Tom’s wrist as he twisted it into all sorts of unnatural positions to accommodate what felt best. Slowly, he slid both fingers out before pushing them back in again, sighing as the slide was easy and only became easier the more he did it.
It wasn’t long until Tom deemed himself ready for a third. He drew the fingers he already had in out nearly all the way and bit at his bottom lip as he tucked a third inside, biting down harder as he began to push them in. This time it burned slightly as Tom felt himself being stretched, so he slowed down the pace until he had all three digits inside of him and the burning had subsided, replacing itself with pleasure as Tom slid them in and out.
And then Tom pulled them all the way out, his insides constricting instantly when he became empty.
Tom grinned when he reached to grab his toy, wiping the excess lube from his fingers on it and then picking up the bottle of lube a second time. It made a horribly crude splatting noise as Tom squeezed lines of the substance along it, so he threw it to the end of the bed before wiping the thick liquid all over the silicone, and then he was ready.
He felt like he was about to explode as he lowered himself to the mattress again, the dildo clutched in his hand, his arm winding under his leg to position it correctly. He held his breath as he pressed it to his hole, circling it momentarily before Tom became impatient and then began to push it in. It went in easily at first, the narrow tip no thicker than one of Tom’s fingers, and Tom had to hold in a delighted moan as it began to get bigger.
Now Tom could feel himself shaking slightly, his hand unsteady as he continued to push the toy into his ass. He could feel his insides expanding as he accepted the toy into his more than willing body, and it was only when it was in all the way that Tom released the breath he’d been holding.
“Oh, fuck,” he swore when he pulled on the flared tip to withdraw it a short way from his body, only to push it back in again. He held it still after pushing it the full way in, his entire body tensing as he felt the smooth, narrow end brush across his prostate. Tom couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his lips when it did, his hand working to slide it over his prostate repeatedly.
Tom did that until his thighs tensed a second time, and once again he forced himself to stop, pulling the dildo away until only the tip resided in his body. He lay still, completely unmoving as the waves seeped out of his body and then Tom began to push the toy back inside bit by bit.
This time was to be the final time, Tom decided, as his body accepted the toy again, anchoring it inside with his muscles. With his free hand, he dared to pick up his cock again, now copiously leaking precome all over his stomach. He hissed when his fingers brushed across the tip, angry and red with the need to come, and slowly, he wrapped his hand around the full length.
Between the sensations the hand around his dick was providing and the feeling of the dildo slipping in and out of his body, brushing over his prostate on every thrust, Tom was all but seeing stars. The heat in his stomach was almost unbearable and his eyes were screwed shut, his head turning from side to side on the pillows as he felt the tingling return.
It started in his toes, snaking its way up his legs and to his thighs before residing low in his belly. When the feeling increased tenfold, Tom’s legs tensed and his hips bucked as he came powerfully into his hand, spurting thick ribbons of come up his chest, a few even landing on the duvet beneath him. Tom could feel his ass contract nearly painfully around the dildo and he had to pull it off his prostate before it became painful.
The tingling didn’t last very long, leaving only the sticky remains of a fucking fantastic orgasm behind, but soon Tom found it was becoming uncomfortable. Grimacing, Tom tightened his grip on the flared end of the dildo and gently began to ease it out of his body until it was finally out and all Tom was left feeling was the spasms that followed. Dropping the slick, lube-covered toy on the tissues he’d left out earlier, Tom allowed himself to sprawl on the bed and bask in the glory.
He’d pick a hot date with a piece of silicone over shopping any day.
Author: littlemrstom
Pairing(s): Tom/Self
Rating: nc17
Warnings: Adult content, Light Kink, PWP
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; I own nothing but the plot.
Summary: Tom has a Hot Date.
Author Notes: Yet another unveiling! This one was also written for toho_kinkmeme, for the prompt: Tom using a dildo. Experienced user, who can make it last.
This one is also just porn. But you can never have too much porn, right? Right? =)
And I had no idea what category to put this as, so I just went with Slash. Hope that's right. Banner credit goes to mariesen again, thanks, bb! ♥
Tom’s insides jittered with expectation as he bade goodbye to his brother and locked his hotel room door with a flick of his wrist. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told him that it was seven thirty in the pm and that he had the entire evening to himself; Bill was spending the night at Andreas’, followed by a day of shopping in the city. Tom had been invited along, of course, but he had politely declined, saying that he had a hot date, instead.
And he wasn’t lying.
Tom had a hot date, alright.
With his bed and his lube and his favourite piece of silicone.
Tom’s dick was already half hard with anticipation as he walked over to his bed, his entire body thrumming, waiting for what it knew was to come. He shucked himself of his shirt as he moved, throwing it haphazardly to the floor, before pulling open his bedside table and routing inside.
When he drew it out of the drawer, he awed over it momentarily, running the fingers of his right hand up and down it. It was the biggest dildo Tom owned; long and thick in girth, multiple ridges circling it. The tip was narrower than the rest of it, slowly expanding to its full width before nipping in again at the base.
Just staring at it was making Tom grow harder. He dropped the toy to the bed in favour of palming himself over his denims, letting out a low groan at the sensation of denim rubbing against his sensitive skin. When Tom finally grew bored of the feel of denim, he clicked open his belt buckle and stepped out of his jeans, letting them pool around his ankles before kicking them to join his shirt in the middle of the floor. His boxers followed only moments later, until Tom was left stark naked in his bedroom, his cock standing up eagerly between his legs.
Tom put his hand back in his drawer and routed some more, searching out his lube and extracting it with a grin stretched across his face. He dropped that, too, to the bed and then proceeded to gather a few tissues and place them in a pile on his bedside table.
Finally finished getting what he’d need, Tom allowed himself to crawl onto his bed and spread out in the middle. His bottle of lube lay next to his head and he snatched it up readily. His heart hammered in his ribcage as he allowed his free hand to settle on his chest and roam freely, slowly, over his skin. Goosebumps followed his fingers, appearing in paths wherever they brushed, and Tom shivered, feeling his body tense up already.
His hand trailed over his belly and circled around his navel, moved up until it found his nipples and pinched them until they peaked, dark pink and hard. Tom’s toes tingled as he moved his hand down until it reached his hips, stroking across his hairless skin until he eventually allowed himself to circle the prize he was after and gently grip himself at the base.
Tom cried out immediately at the contact, more than surprised by the intensity because it was his own hand and he’d known it was coming. He let his fingers tighten just enough to grip himself loosely, palming himself like he had been doing before, only this time without the denim between his dick and his hand. His grip tensed when he slid his hand up and reached the tip of his weeping hard on, letting out a long breath as he swiped his thumb through the liquid gathering in beads there and slicking it back down his length. He repeated the movement a few times, feeling himself grow harder and harder whilst the burning in his groin only steadily increased.
It wasn’t long until Tom could feel the tell-tale tingling begin in his toes and he yanked his hand away, throwing his arms up above his head and out of reach until the feeling passed. Not wanting to stroke himself there again just yet for fear of coming too soon and spoiling all the fun, Tom reached out for his lube. The bottle was warm in his hold as he flicked the cap open keenly, the snap sound it made echoing off the walls of the silent room and bouncing back to Tom’s acutely tuned ears. Without ado, Tom pushed himself up onto his elbows and held his right hand out, drizzling the substance onto his fingers and wiggling them, covering every inch quickly.
If he’d held his hand still long enough, Tom would have seen his palm vibrating a little with excitement, but before Tom could even register it himself, he was depositing the lube back beside him, forgotten, and was shifting back down the bed, propping his legs up, bent at the knee, and was lowering his hand ready.
When the first finger breached his hole, Tom swore under his breath as he pushed it in steadily, not really giving himself much time to get accustomed. His breath hitched in his throat as it went in as far as the angle would allow, and it was only then that Tom let himself pause and come up for air.
“Shit,” he swore again, his voice almost inaudible as he poised a second finger beside the first and began to edge it in, this time with a little more caution. Again, it slipped in fairly easily and with little discomfort, save for the twinge in Tom’s wrist as he twisted it into all sorts of unnatural positions to accommodate what felt best. Slowly, he slid both fingers out before pushing them back in again, sighing as the slide was easy and only became easier the more he did it.
It wasn’t long until Tom deemed himself ready for a third. He drew the fingers he already had in out nearly all the way and bit at his bottom lip as he tucked a third inside, biting down harder as he began to push them in. This time it burned slightly as Tom felt himself being stretched, so he slowed down the pace until he had all three digits inside of him and the burning had subsided, replacing itself with pleasure as Tom slid them in and out.
And then Tom pulled them all the way out, his insides constricting instantly when he became empty.
Tom grinned when he reached to grab his toy, wiping the excess lube from his fingers on it and then picking up the bottle of lube a second time. It made a horribly crude splatting noise as Tom squeezed lines of the substance along it, so he threw it to the end of the bed before wiping the thick liquid all over the silicone, and then he was ready.
He felt like he was about to explode as he lowered himself to the mattress again, the dildo clutched in his hand, his arm winding under his leg to position it correctly. He held his breath as he pressed it to his hole, circling it momentarily before Tom became impatient and then began to push it in. It went in easily at first, the narrow tip no thicker than one of Tom’s fingers, and Tom had to hold in a delighted moan as it began to get bigger.
Now Tom could feel himself shaking slightly, his hand unsteady as he continued to push the toy into his ass. He could feel his insides expanding as he accepted the toy into his more than willing body, and it was only when it was in all the way that Tom released the breath he’d been holding.
“Oh, fuck,” he swore when he pulled on the flared tip to withdraw it a short way from his body, only to push it back in again. He held it still after pushing it the full way in, his entire body tensing as he felt the smooth, narrow end brush across his prostate. Tom couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his lips when it did, his hand working to slide it over his prostate repeatedly.
Tom did that until his thighs tensed a second time, and once again he forced himself to stop, pulling the dildo away until only the tip resided in his body. He lay still, completely unmoving as the waves seeped out of his body and then Tom began to push the toy back inside bit by bit.
This time was to be the final time, Tom decided, as his body accepted the toy again, anchoring it inside with his muscles. With his free hand, he dared to pick up his cock again, now copiously leaking precome all over his stomach. He hissed when his fingers brushed across the tip, angry and red with the need to come, and slowly, he wrapped his hand around the full length.
Between the sensations the hand around his dick was providing and the feeling of the dildo slipping in and out of his body, brushing over his prostate on every thrust, Tom was all but seeing stars. The heat in his stomach was almost unbearable and his eyes were screwed shut, his head turning from side to side on the pillows as he felt the tingling return.
It started in his toes, snaking its way up his legs and to his thighs before residing low in his belly. When the feeling increased tenfold, Tom’s legs tensed and his hips bucked as he came powerfully into his hand, spurting thick ribbons of come up his chest, a few even landing on the duvet beneath him. Tom could feel his ass contract nearly painfully around the dildo and he had to pull it off his prostate before it became painful.
The tingling didn’t last very long, leaving only the sticky remains of a fucking fantastic orgasm behind, but soon Tom found it was becoming uncomfortable. Grimacing, Tom tightened his grip on the flared end of the dildo and gently began to ease it out of his body until it was finally out and all Tom was left feeling was the spasms that followed. Dropping the slick, lube-covered toy on the tissues he’d left out earlier, Tom allowed himself to sprawl on the bed and bask in the glory.
He’d pick a hot date with a piece of silicone over shopping any day.