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"You're clean? Everywhere?" Hermann says sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up as Newt sits beside him, naked and damp.
"Yeah. What are you up to?" Newt asks tilting his head to the side to look at Hermann curiously.
"I bought you a present," Hermann says reaching behind him for a box and placing it in Newt's lap.
Newt raises an eyebrow at him and tears it open, staring down at the contents with wide eyes. "Holy shit," he says turning to look at Hermann. "Today?"
"I checked your schedule - no meetings, no distractions." Hermann leans over and plucks the buttplug out of the box, knocking the packaging to the floor. It's purple and a few inches long and Newt can't take his eyes off it. "I ordered it a while ago. Had to wait for the perfect time to bring it out. Do you still want this?"
"Are you kidding me, man? Of course I fucking want it," Newt says and starts to stand then sits and leans back then straightens and looks at Hermann with wide eyes. "How do you want me? Are you going to put it in now? You're putting it in now, right?"
"Soon," Hermann says, giving Newt's knee a pat as he leans past him to set the buttplug on the desk. He picks up the lube and passes it to Newt. "Prepare yourself." Hermann watches with a fond smile as Newt pushes himself back on the bed and flops down, spreading his legs as he opens the lube and squirts it onto his fingers. Hermann turns away and picks up the packaging, putting it in the bin before sliding back along the bed. Leaning against the wall, he pulls his pajama pants down over his hips and idly toys with his prick as he watches Newt burying his fingers in his ass.
"I'm ready," Newt says and he's nodding at Hermann and pulling his fingers out and Hermann's holding up a hand in warning.
"Choose carefully, that's all the preparation you'll get for the whole day," Hermann says and Newt's narrowing his eyes at Hermann and frowning and shoving another finger in alongside the 2 already in there.
He grunts as he works himself open and after a while gives Hermann a nod. "I'm good, I'm good. Can I stop?"
"If you're sure..."
"I'm sure, so sure," Newt says quickly and Hermann waves a hand towards the towel hanging from the desk.
"Clean off your hand and straddle me," Hermann says patting his thighs and watching as Newt does as he's told.
Newt crawls over and settles on Hermann's lap and Hermann runs the back of a finger up and down the underside of Newt's hard shaft, looking up at Newt curiously.
"How long can you keep yourself from cumming?" Hermann asks and Newt shrugs.
"Depends on what you're doing," he says and looks down at Hermann's hand. "Why?"
"For the remainder of the day, you are not to touch yourself," Hermann says and he smirks as Newt narrows his eyes at him. "If you can keep yourself from cumming until we're back in this room tonight, I'll give you a treat."
"What's the treat?" Newt asks suspiciously.
"It's a surprise," Hermann says and stops touching Newt's dick. "Can you do it?"
"I can try. How do I know it'll be worth it?" Newt says challengingly and Hermann snorts and pats Newt's cheek condescendingly.
"When is it ever not worth it? Have I let you down yet?" Hermann asks and Newt gives a conceding look but doesn't say anything. Hermann wraps his arms around Newt's middle and pulls him down to kiss him before looking up at him with a grave and serious expression. "I am going to make you cum so hard you see stars."
"Sure you can live up to that promise?" Newt asks but lets Hermann adjust his position until Hermann has his dick pressing lightly against Newt's hole.
"I'm sure I can exceed it," Hermann says and pushes until his cock breaches the tight ring. "Ride me and find out."
Newt puts his hands on Hermann's shoulders and slides right down with a low moan, giving himself a moment to adjust before he starts to roll his hips.
"Mmm, your little hole is always so hungry for my prick," Hermann says running his hands over Newt's chest, flicking lightly at a nipple. "You feel hollow and empty without me inside you, don't you?"
"Yeah... yes," Newt says nodding as he stares down at Hermann intently, working his hips and squeezing tightly around Hermann as he moves.
"Not today," Hermann says scratching his stubby fingernails over Newt's side. "Your slutty little hole's mine for the taking, whenever I want." Hermann smirks as Newt plants his hands on the wall and starts slamming down on Hermann's cock harder and faster. "I'm going to fill you up with my spunk over and over and plug you up. You're going to feel me inside you all day long."
"Fuck, Hermann, yes, yesss," Newt hisses and he's clenching tightly around Hermann, fucking himself roughly on Hermann's dick as he arches back.
"That's it, Newton," Hermann growls. "Wring it from me. Work for it like the cockhungry little slut you are." Hermann grabs Newt's hips in a punishing grip that's sure to leave bruises and pulls him down hard and rough as everything tightens and he spills into Newt's ass with a groan.
Newt reaches for his dick and Hermann has to cut his afterglow short to take Newt's hands and wrap them around behind his own back. Hermann shakes his head as Newt whimpers and pulls Newt close to nip at his collarbone sharply.
"First 1 of the day and you're already slipping," Hermann says in disappointment. "Don't you want your treat?"
Newt shakes his head and then nods and then he's pressing his forehead against Hermann's and breathing harshly through his nose. "Fuck, man. All day?"
"All day," Hermann confirms and nuzzles his cheek. "If I let go of your hands are you going to be good and not play with yourself?"
Newt doesn't respond, just closes his eyes and huffs through his nose, breathing deeply and evenly until he can look at Hermann again. "I can do it. I'm okay."
Hermann lets go of Newt's hands and gives him a quick kiss. "On your belly. Let's get you plugged."
Newt grumbles as he rolls to the side and flops down on his stomach across the bed and Hermann reaches for the towel and wipes himself off before tucking himself back in his pants. He takes the plug and rubs his hand over Newt's lower back to make sure he's completely relaxed. "Are you ready?" Hermann asks quietly and Newt looks back over his shoulder with a glare.
"That's the stupidest question you've ever asked me," he says and Hermann smacks him sharply on the ass, smirking as Newt yelps and a handprint begins to form.
"That's enough lip from you," Hermann says and spreads Newt's cheeks. He presses the plug against Newt's hole and watches his face carefully as he pushes it in.
Newt's mouth drops open and he sighs as it slides in, the flange sitting flush between his cheeks.
"How does that feel?" Hermann asks running his hand down Newt's thigh as he watches Newt adjust.
"It's good," Newt says squirming against the bed. "Fits just right."
"Get up. I want to see you move." Hermann says and shuffles to the edge of the bed as Newt grumbles and stands. "Walk around. Is it comfortable?"
Newt pulls a face and takes a few tentative steps before stopping and wiggling for a moment. He tries again, walking more normally and after a while he's relaxed and only the hint of purple between his cheeks gives away that there's anything different.
"I can feel it, but it's not overwhelming," Newt says and Hermann waves him over to stand in front of him.
"Turn around and bend over," Hermann says rotating Newt with his hands on his hips. "I want to make sure it won't pop out."
"I'll have pants on most of the time. Shouldn't be an issue," Newt says and then narrows his eyes at Hermann over his shoulder. "I'm allowed to wear pants, right?"
"Yes, yes, you'll be wearing pants," Hermann says with a roll of his eyes and then pushes at Newt's hip again. "Humor me."
Newt sighs and bends forward and Hermann presses against the flange of the plug to make sure it hasn't moved, smirking as Newt gasps, and presses a kiss to the center of the still bright red handprint.
"Did you just kiss my ass?" Newt says, twisting to look back at Hermann wide-eyed and Hermann responds by giving it a sharp nip and patting Newt's hip.
"What if you squat?" Hermann asks, ignoring Newt's question and pulls on Newt's hips until he's squatting between Hermann's legs.
"If I push it'll probably come out," Newt says pulling a face as he rolls his head on his neck to look up at Hermann. "But it seems fine otherwise."
"Good," Hermann says and leans over to kiss Newt long and slow as he runs his hands over Newt's chest and stomach, down to the thick thatch surrounding his dick. "I'm going to have so much fun with you today." Hermann says as he gives Newt's dick a single stroke and straightens up.
"Fuck," Newt says with a pout. "That was mean. You're so mean."
"You don't even know the half of it." Hermann smirks and pats Newt on the shoulder. "Get dressed. You've a long day ahead of you."