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Aaron loves when Katelyn plays with his hair.
She gets her nails done properly at a salon every month. Cute little flower details or swirls or glitter. During the Exy season, almost always orange and white with a zero-five on one of the fingers. There's just something about them when she's writing an essay for class and they make a tapping noise on the keyboard, when she's talking and her hands look so elegant he has to catch them mid air to kiss her knuckles.
When she runs her hand through his hair, those nails scratch his scalp just right. He damn near melts. There's so many little things Aaron loves about Katelyn, but these moments spent on her bed in her dorm are the most precious.
The previous episode of the show they were watching ended, and the next episode screen is already loading. Aaron swore up and down that he didn’t care about a silly show supposedly set in high school with actors in their twenties, but now he has to admit he’s a bit invested. Katelyn shifts against the pillows to find a more comfortable spot, fingers sink into his hair, and he can’t help but lean up to kiss her, their lips slotting together like puzzle pieces.
Aaron isn't really sure how many guys would truly say they consider themselves a kissing guy but he definitely is one. Katelyn has bags full of lipsticks and lip-glosses and tints and other shit he doesn't know anything about, but what he does know is she likes them scented and flavored like peaches. He likes when she leaves sticky lip-gloss residue on his neck and jaw and even after washing it with water the scent lingers just a little bit.
He's seen those guys with the lip mark tattoos and he can confidently say he sees himself getting one in the future. In peach, because its her favorite color and its honestly so fucking cute how its so easy to know which side of the dorm is hers because everything is in the soft color. It also makes him a stellar gift giver because every peach colored item in Walmart immediately catches his eye.
Anyway, yes, Aaron likes kissing. He might even like it more than the other things they've done. Thanks to his personal cockblock, also known as a brother, Aaron didn't exactly have the opportunity to gather extensive experience. Sure, he's gotten a blowjob and a handjob a couple times. He's even gone down on a girl at a party he was forcibly dragged out of (thankfully not mid-eating out because he might have actually laid himself on some train tracks then), but Katelyn is the first girl he's gone all the way with.
It showed. Big time. But Katelyn was perfect and patient like she was in every aspect of her existence and soon enough he got the hang of it. Still not quite as dizzying as kissing her though.
So he presses another kiss to her mouth, sucking on her bottom lip just a little bit. She lets out the smallest little huff of air, eyes fluttering closed. She keeps stroking his hair, keeps scratching his scalp, and even slides her hand to cup the nape of his neck and fiddles with the short hairs there while he pushes himself up on his elbows.
“PREVIOUSLY ON- “
They jump apart, Aaron’s arms giving up on him and dropping his head into Katelyn’s lap as the intro song to the show plays. Katelyn’s chest stutters, startled, and it takes her a while to laugh.
“Stupid show,” she says. “Let’s turn it off.”
Aaron’s field of vision is still peach-tinted but then he catches the main character on the screen.
“But…Kayla’s uncle is about to tell her that he’s actually her dad,” he argues. She looks at him, a smug smirk tilting her lips.
“What happened to ‘I don’t want to watch some girly melodrama, Katie’?”
He feels his face heat up, so he shrinks a little. “Okay, so maybe you were right.”
Katelyn tilts her head back and laughs and Aaron can’t help but watch her delighted face. He pillows his head on her thigh.
“Course I am, when am I not?” she says, voice teasing and of course, she’s right. She’s smart and pretty which is an impossible combo to have and even more impossible to believe that she’s his.
Aaron bets Katelyn was a cool girl like the ones in the shows when she was in high school. So maybe it’s a good thing they met now and she didn’t get to see the greasy addict, freshly coming off of the grief of losing his mother. He’s definitely more deserving of her now than back then, but he still feels like he's out of his league anyway.
She’s back to stroking his hair so he sinks into it, letting his focus drift back to the show. Kayla is crying, just as he had expected. He’d probably cry his little eyes out if it turned out Luther was his dad. Well, that brings a lot of strange implications with it so maybe he should leave that one alone.
The reveal scene cuts to a bedroom depicting some twenty-six year old teenagers making out. It’s kind of sad because this guy is totally cheating on Kayla who is like, going through it now, so it’ll bite him in the ass in approximately three episodes. Aaron can’t wait to see the meltdown accompanying that.
The girl he’s with leans in, all hooded eyes and fake lashes and whispers something in his ear. He bites his lip and nods and the girl walks over to her chest of drawers, rifling through them. She pulls out some sort of belt and what is obviously a dildo.
“What the fuck, aren’t they meant to be teens?” Aaron comments and Katelyn snorts, a puff of air leaving through her nose so abruptly he feels it lift a bit of his hair. It’s something she thinks she does subtly when she finds something stupid or ridiculous but doesn’t want to admit it aloud.
He doesn’t really like sex scenes, or porn actually. It feels weird and invasive and gives him intense flashbacks to when he was eleven and his mother asked uncle Luther to give him the talk because he was the only stable male figure in his life. Naturally Luther went on a rant about the dangers of masturbation and threatened Aaron with the fiery pits of damnation which put him off any sort of sexual thoughts until receiving a much lighter and less stressful version of that talk from Nicky.
Okay so maybe having religious relatives does fuck you up by osmosis.
The dildo gets attached to the belt and the girl puts it on and yup, there it is. The guy’s getting pegged, right in there too without any prep or anything you’d probably need in real life. Katelyn leans forward to turn the volume down on the laptop a little bit because he’s really moaning very loudly. Aaron doesn’t think that it’s actually in time with any of his partner’s thrusts.
“Does that actually feel good?”
He doesn’t mean to say it out loud but he does. Katelyn’s hand in his hair pauses.
“Well, I've heard that it does.”
“Probably not for these actors though,” he comments and she swats at his arm for that. She looks down a little bit, clearly thinking before speaking, her voice gentle and cautious.
“No but…it might do in real life. Would you um- do you want to…try that sometime?” She asks and everything in Aaron’s head goes absolutely silent for a second. Then, overthinking.
The thing is, he is curious, really. It’s a thing for a reason, right? But, there’s a certain stereotype about guys, especially among high school athletes and guys online, about the kind of men that let their girlfriends peg them. Naturally, boys who don’t get any action have the most opinions. It’s gay, it’s letting your girl walk all over you, it’s not manly.
Matt’s been pretty open about it after a beer or two, apparently Dan does that regularly and he’s plenty satisfied. Matt’s a big, manly dude and the fact that his girlfriend pegs him doesn’t change that in Aaron’s eyes so…
The girl on screen has a certain kind of energy to her, the way she pulls at the man’s shirt and hips, the way the straps of the harness wrap around her thighs. Katelyn has nice thighs, they look good in stockings and pretty strappy lingerie so Aaron knows she’d look good like that too.
He’s kind of worried though.
“I…maybe. I don’t like it rough though. She’s like, pulling his hair and stuff and I-” his breath catches a little bit. Sometimes he hates how his mother haunts him in everything he does. How he has to forcefully make himself still and remind himself that a cupboard door closes due to gravity, that a plate is just a plate. He shares with Matt now who handles his things with the amount of care one gives a sack of potatoes, resulting in Aaron always being on edge.
Katelyn’s arms have always been gentle, soft like the blankets she spreads over her bed, like the worn fur of Mr. Sandy, the teddy bear she brought from home for comfort and made a big deal of Aaron getting to meet. Imagining this new reality where the snowglobe shatters is just, a lot.
“-ron- Aari. You with me?” Her voice breaks through to him. He presses a little closer towards her cropped sweater, letting the smell of peaches and cream overtake him.
“Yeah,” he says, voice muffled by the wool.
“I said we wouldn’t have to be rough. But if the idea overwhelms you then-” She trails off. He knows he can trust her. He’s always been able to trust Katelyn to take care of him. He just adores that she’s probably the only normal person he knows, judging by his very arbitrary scale for normal.
So he tries to picture it again. The straps around her thighs, her soft hands on his hips, maybe she’d say that he’s good. Maybe she’d tell him she loves him. Maybe they’d kiss. He wonders how that would feel, having her inside of him. Well, she can’t exactly come through a hunk of plastic so it wouldn’t be overly wet, would it? He supposes there’s lube. Well, Katelyn feels awesome when they do it the other way around, she’s all warm and soft and she reacts to his touches. Do assholes do that? He wasn’t sure. But, well if he hates it she’ll stop, and he won't know until he tries.
“...I’ll do some research,” is what he settles on. It makes her giggle.
“Well, yes. Tess’ lecture ends in like fifteen minutes and you have practice. And I don’t even have a strap.”
He hums, she makes good points. She’s so smart, he loves her.
He bolts up.
“Oh shit, I have practice!”
It actually takes a little bit of time to finesse. Turns out getting pegged requires, like, at least a block of a couple hours to work up to. Well, he would hope that Kate wouldn’t just shove it right up there but this whole step-by-step article was a little daunting. Sorry, college library Wi-Fi.
Another article contains interviews with other men about their experiences and they mostly say the same thing, uncomfortable at first but then feels good. Aaron can do uncomfortable, he has a good pain tolerance and has to spend like half of his time in a day around Neil Josten, who is the world’s most annoying person on planet earth and also happens to be sleeping with Aaron’s brother. So, Aaron is great at uncomfortable situations, check that all the way.
He opens another article with a big bold title; ‘The Prostate is an Orgasm Powerhouse’. Nice. It says to try and work up to it. He did try to explore a little bit in the shower but the angle was weird and his hand kept cramping up and well, maybe he needed more lube. Is it possible to have an overly dry anus? Maybe he’s just not relaxed enough. Should he get a butt plug?
He considers asking Nicky about it but then quickly thinks better of it. Asking Nicky means telling all of the Foxes his private affairs. Not that he manages to get by without any unsolicited advice to his total mortification. He arrived at one of his lectures a bit early and decided to open the message from Katelyn while unfortunately drinking coffee. Which he promptly spat out over his laptop because-
“Duuude, Minyard’s getting it good!” a voice behind him. Great, some random douchebag in his mandatory math class for the year just saw the photo Katelyn sent him of her basket on some website filled with a harness and an entire set of dildos asking him if he wanted flesh or fun colors.
He curses and dabs at his poor shitty laptop with the sleeve of his sweatshirt and the douchebag is still talking .
“You gotta tell me if it’s good, dude, my girl’s been on my ass, hah, about it. It’s hot in porn right? Also you should tell her fun man, flesh feels like. A bit gay.”
The remnants of coffee in his throat lurch around his esophagus again. He chokes and begins to cough and douchebag pats his back until the air returns to his lungs.
“Thanks-” he coughs again “I’ll uh. It’s not uh, certain yet.” he says because it’s easier to just go along with it than get defensive. Just as he predicts, the guy just laughs and leaves to his seat soon after.
He thinks he’s safe until he looks up for a moment and his eyes meet blue. Josten blue. His stupid dyed eyebrows nearly disappear into his hairline and Aaron. Is. Tired. So when Josten even starts to open his mouth, Aaron narrows his eyes and hisses at him.
“No. Shut the fuck up. And if you tell anyone about this, I will finish the job on you.”
Josten closes his mouth.
“And not a word to Andrew.”
“Wasn’t even thinking of it. So defensive, Aaron.” His stupid fucking voice. Aaron tosses a pen at him and he yelps. It gives him a sick sense of satisfaction. But luckily instead of retaliating, which would have probably hurt more than a pen, Josten thankfully sits and opens his math notebook, muttering under his breath.
Aaron relaxes and unlocks his phone again, immediately pulling the brightness down. Douchebag's comment was stupid right? Flesh colored dildos didn’t make it gay, he was with Katelyn no matter what, even when he would use her vibe on her that didn’t make it a threesome. He squinted at the other pack and bit his lip. The middle one was peach.
Fun colors it is.
A week and a brain-melting amount of pegging porn later, the stage is set. Katelyn’s roommate is off at a concert for the weekend. The Monsters went off to Eden’s and Aaron got out of it by claiming he had a test. Which he did, because his brother has been better but not enough to tolerate a lie. So the quiz exists, Aaron’s just studied enough to feel confident he’ll get an 80 at least. The…equipment arrived the other day and Aaron tried to finger himself in the shower again and it didn’t feel as weird this time. He’s got this.
He saw off the party leaving for Eden’s, nervously counting down until they got in the car and drove off.
“Remember to get laid between all that studying!” Nicky calls and boy he doesn’t even know . Aaron kicks him in the shin for that one anyway and the comment is forgotten in all the commotion Nicky makes about dying early and losing his leg and not being able to dance at Eden’s.
Aaron hears the engine turn on and takes it as his cue to leave, heading towards Katelyn’s dorm immediately.
They don’t usually have sex on a schedule so this is more than weird. She kisses him at the door and they sit on her bed like usual. It’s quiet, slightly awkward.
“So…it’s here?” he asks, knee bouncing. Katelyn nods and opens her wardrobe, then tugs a plain looking box out. She pulls out the strap on harness and lets him touch it. The straps feel pretty sturdy with little adjustable bits either side.
“It's uh, well made.” he says and it makes her laugh.
“You’re ridiculous. I made sure to clean the toys before you got here, I know how you are.”
“It’s gonna go into me Katie, knowing way too much about germs is like ninety percent of our degree,” he complains and instantly realizes what she’s doing. He’s a bit more relaxed like this, when they bicker about silly things. “How do you always know?” he says instead.
He feels the palms of her hands cup his face and the skin-on-skin contact makes him melt.
“That you’re nervous? You’re not very subtle. But I’ve got you, it’ll be good.” She kisses the tip of his nose and he obediently tilts his head up to encourage her to kiss his lips too. She chuckles and indulges him, the tender slide of her lips on his guided by her hold on his jaw. His vision goes a little foggy and he suddenly feels silly, why was he nervous at all again? She was here with him.
“Do you want to put on something in the background?” she asks and he nods immediately. The tragedy of one annoying brother, one nosy cousin and a couple chill roommates means that Aaron has gotten real good at this whole drowning sex noises out thing. It now feels more awkward to be doing this with Katelyn in total silence so he stays on the bed and lets her choose the music.
He doesn’t recognize the song so it’s probably off of Katelyn’s playlist, something electronic with a deep bass and suggestive lyrics. He doesn’t really pay too much attention because Katelyn is pulling off the shirt he threw on over a t-shirt this morning.
The dorm is warm but the newfound air on his forearms feels new and cold so his skin prickles up immediately.
“Oh? Already?” Katelyn makes herself a space in his lap and she is so, so warm.
“I thought we could… you know, get comfortable. Make out first.”
He loves it when they’re on the same page.
He lets his hands trail up her waist for a moment. She’s wearing this cute little cropped sweatshirt which ends around her ribs and her height means that the exposed skin is on the perfect level with his lips so he leans in and presses a kiss to the skin. He runs one hand up the back of the top to feel out her spine.
Her hands are in his hair, a soft slide sends tingles through his nerve receptors.
“I want to eat you out first, if that’s okay,” he tells her between kisses to her skin and he can feel the way the breath catches in her lungs physically against his lips. She nods, then backs herself up with an affirmative and leans in to kiss him again.
She’s pliant like this, allowing him to shift her off of his lap and onto the bed, to make a space for himself between her soft thighs. She grants him moments like these, and soon she’ll take them back and make him bend to her will. Honestly, for all the nerves he’s been feeling, he’s kind of excited too. He likes to please her, just like he is now, lips on the inside of the thigh, tongue tracing her stretch marks, and her taking control will just be another aspect of that.
She gasps above him and that’s the greenest of lights for her so he makes quick work of pulling down her panties and presses the flat of his tongue against her. She’s already a little wet and he knows she’s been picturing how tonight is going to go, in all honesty there’s a wet patch in his boxers for the exact same reason.
It only really takes a few strokes of his tongue before he’s prodding at her entrance, before she’s dissolving into a flurry of praise which makes his head spin. He’s good, he feels great, he’s perfect for her. It’s high time he pays attention to her clit and he knows that’s where the gold is. He wraps his lips around it and sucks, teasing it with the tip of his tongue and it’s certainly a good thing that they’re entirely alone because Katelyn tends to go onto the very loud side of the loud spectrum. She gasps and moans and cries out, her muscles twitching so much he needs to hold her thighs down with his hands.
She is so beautiful like this. It makes him smug that he gets her to this point, with his thumb rubbing up and down the crease of her hip and his tongue licking the wetness pooling around her dripping pussy. There’s a new song playing and it has a steady, thumping beat so he tries to match his rhythm to it. It must do something because there’s hands in his hair again and Katelyn is gasping out ‘Don’t stop’ and he knows better than to ignore that kind of direction.
He can feel her orgasm in the spasms in her thighs and the pulsing walls first and then in the way her body slackens and melts against the comforter second. It’s only the first one of the evening and he’s certainly hoping there will be more, though the first one always hits her a little harder than the consecutive ones. First orgasm Katelyn needs Aaron to rub out the twitch in her rectus femoris which he is more than willing to do.
He makes sure to apply even pressure, trailing down to the vastus lateralis. Even in his head he can't help being a nerd. His anatomy exam is still swimming somewhere around his brain. He presses in a particularly tender spot and it makes her gasp, all honeyed pleasure that travels up his fingertips, through his bloodstream and straight to his cock.
He’s at least half hard now, just from that but he knows that there’s more to come and he is not blessed in the multiple orgasm department so he tries to breathe through the momentary blood rush.
“So how does it work on your end?” He asks.
His mother detested his habit of picking up a conversation after a significant amount of time but Katelyn always seems to know what he means so she hugs one of her decorative pillows and presses her legs further into his hands like a cat.
“The power mostly, and a little bit of friction. But mostly getting to watch you fall apart,” she says, then adds, “If you like it like this…there’s some with vibrating insert options but they’re too expensive to justify an experiment.”
He hums, pressing a kiss to her shin. “If I like it, I’ll tutor some freshmen to get you one that vibrates.”
She gasps, loud and mocking. “Why Aaron Minyard, that may be the most romantic thing you’d do for me.” She says and he laughs.
“And not the fact that I'm willing to let you shove a fake cock up my ass?” She laughs at that too, he never thought he could be a funny kind of guy before her. He kisses her knee and sits back.
“How are things?” he asks and she stretches. She pushes herself up to sit.
“Good, you?”
“Less nervous I think,” he answers and takes her cue on swapping places with her on the bed. She had taken the time to remove all her stuffed toys, leaving behind just the pillows because she doesn’t like to traumatize her babies. They’re probably shut away in a cupboard somewhere which is arguably more traumatizing under the hypothetical that the pastel colored plushies are sentient.
Katelyn grins and he suddenly becomes very aware of the fact that she is just in that sweatshirt, completely bare everywhere else and it makes him a little dizzy. He’s seen this woman do a jump split and now she’s about to use all that power in her legs and hips on him . He decides to busy himself with pulling his jeans and shirt off to even the playing field.
“No worries, I bought like, a gallon of lube, it's going to be a slip ‘n’ slide down there,” she declares, tossing a bottle onto the bed and he throws a pillow at her for that comment.
She cackles and crawls between his legs to kiss him. He loses himself for a second except his girlfriend is a menace who looks at him seriously and goes, “Have you had your fiber?”
“I feel like you should have asked me all of this before I got naked on your bed,” he says. She leans in to kiss his jaw and then his neck, his kryptonite.
“You know, I always assumed this would be more spontaneous but it needs like, a lot of preparation,” she observes. He tilts his chin back so she can kiss over his Adam's apple and down the middle of his chest.
“I know, right?” It’s a little bit overwhelming how much the articles online recommended to do beforehand. But Aaron is a scientist at heart, so he’s willing to give himself the best fighting chance into the world of pegging. Katelyn’s kissing the spot just below his navel now and her hands are pulling his boxers down. It’s obvious which way this is going and he is not complaining.
Her lips wrap around his head carefully, slowly, as she slicks him up with her spit. He groans, low because it’s just not fair and his dick is getting harder at a pace that is giving him vertigo. Her hands are rubbing his thighs and he’s enveloped in the tight wet warmth of her mouth and he almost misses the pop on the lube bottle. He does not miss the feeling of her finger prodding at the ring of his asshole, especially because it’s pretty cold.
He squirms, instinctually trying to pull away so she pulls off him and looks up.
“Need to stop?”
He blinks and shakes his head. “Just a new feeling. It’s cold.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
He is. So she gets back to it, a little more lube, this time she rubs it between her fingers for a little bit to warm it up and it helps. She adds a little more suction around his dick and she’s in to the second knuckle. It’s a weird feeling, and it doesn’t really feel good or bad, just like there's something up his ass. He expected it to hurt or scrape but it’s only now that he’s realized that Katelyn cut her nails for this which makes a strange rush of affection go through him.
She takes him deeper down her throat and that feels awesome so he groans and he can see her evil scheme. The pleasure is making him relax so the movement of her finger inside of him is easier and soon she is slicking up again and pushing in another.
Two fingers feel big, he will admit. They feel like a lot and Katelyn’s fingers are definitely longer than his own. She pulls off of him again and slowly rubs his inner walls with her fingers.
“Does it hurt?”
“There’s a little bit of a stretch but it’s not painful. What are you doing?”
“Looking for your prostate.” He makes a face.
“I think it’s a bit deeper.”
“I think you failed your anatomy test last month,” she counters, prodding, pushing, carefully moving her fingers.
“I got a sixty si-ah!” he calls out when a zap of something goes through him, it’s fucking intense and she does it again and he can literally feel his body moving against his conscious will. She grins.
“You were saying?” she asks sweetly and he asks himself one again why he’s going to marry this demon someday. Oh yeah, cause he loves her or something. Or maybe it's the careful way she’s moving her fingers in and out of him to loosen the muscles, determined that Aaron feels no pain. He narrows his eyes at her and she sticks her tongue out playfully.
“Are you going to put it in now?”
“One more finger”
“Christ Katelyn, I don’t think my body goes that way,” he complains. All of a sudden her pillows do seem like a good idea so he hugs a cloud shaped one to his chest to have something to do with his hands. He’s not really used to being this passive during sex, even when Katelyn is riding him or sucking him off he’s usually holding onto some part of her body and complimenting her. Now, it feels difficult because he’s so focused on staying relaxed in order for her to be able to stretch him correctly.
He can feel himself tighten involuntarily when he feels the stretch around her third finger, it’s a strange sensation so Katelyn immediately goes back to dragging her soft fingertips up and down the inside of his thigh where he’s sensitive and it brings back the light fluttery feeling in his stomach but it works. He’s so aware of how hard he is and it’s a good thing she hasn’t gone back to blowing him because he thinks he’s actually a gust of wind away from totally losing control
The three fingers are in just about now and she's found his prostate again, carefully rubbing around it with her fingertips and it's so intense and…better than he expected. He read about it of course, and watched some porn but none of that compared to how it feels now. It’s almost like the air is knocked out of his chest and he’s dissolved into proper gasps now that the cloud pillow is struggling to muffle. It feels like he’s about to come but he can’t, not until she touches him and it’s so frustrating and so good that he both wants this feeling to never end and to stop at once.
He chokes out her name and then she’s pulling her fingers out and it’s just unfair because now it’s an even weirder feeling to be empty like this. It’s almost embarrassing, to be so naked and spread open in front of her.
She’s telling him to breathe now like she does when he gets anxious in public and it’s a routine they’ve done so many times that he locks onto her wide eyes and her gentle hand gestures and he follows along. The mist in his brain starts to clear and then he’s shaky but okay again.
“You good?” she asks and he swallows once, then again and nods.
“That was a lot. I didn’t expect it, it was like I was going to come but I couldn’t-”
Katelyn nods.
“Well, keep breathing because I think you’re ready now. We’ll use the smallest one so three fingers should be alright.” That sounds reasonable of course so he focuses on his breathing and hopes he can will away his erection telepathically or something while Katelyn puts on the harness. Luckily, the moment she picks up her chosen dildo, it works well enough.
“What the fuck is that?” he says as she attaches it to the harness. She tilts her head, confused. “It’s massive.”
“It’s the smallest size,” she says.
“It won’t fit in me,” he argues.
“It’s the same width as my fingers. It’s smaller than you are.” she counters, a light smile on her lips. He doesn’t see what there is to smile about. He looks down, trying to see if she’s right and he supposes she is. The dildo still looks big, and it’ll probably feel big but it's two sizes down from the peach one he was thinking of when Katelyn first asked him to help her choose.
“Aari, I won’t hurt you,” Katelyn prompts, words gentle. He knows she won’t, he looks at her and decides he was right when he pictured how attractive she would be in the harness. This kind has little straps that go round her thighs, making the fat pudge out a little bit in a way that makes him want to bite at them. Momentarily he gets lost in a fantasy of leaving a trail of hickeys there she would struggle to hide under her cheerleading skirt.
“You look…ridiculously hot like this,” he tells her and expects her to duck her head or blush but instead she grins at him and says,
“I know, right?”
It’s nearly enough to take him out. He shuffles a bit.
“I’ve never been harder in my life and I’m not sure how much longer I can go.”
The music switches and it’s so real to him all of a sudden that he’s about to be fucked to The Pussycat Dolls, which is definitely something he’ll be omitting from any stories of this, not that he’s intending to ever tell anyone this happened anyway.
Katelyn stands over him, trying to figure out how to go forward.
“Do you want to try to suck it?” she asks and he manages to go hot and cold all over at the same time. There’s something about being on his knees for her, looking up through his lashes and doing whatever she asks of him that does things to him. However there’s at least a seventy percent chance he’ll gag which feels kind of embarrassing.
“Maybe one new thing at a time, babe.”
She nods and opens the lube bottle again, absolutely slathering the dildo until it drips onto the comforter.
“You sure you don’t wanna make a start on a second bottle?” he asks, trying to joke. She rolls her eyes, amused.
“Open your legs, Aaron.” She’s firmer now and well, fuck all the effort he put in to try and will his erection away is easily thwarted because his knees fall apart like a door on a hinge. It’s strange, he imagined that this would be the most nerve wracking bit but by now he’s so desperate and so ready that all of the nerves have gone away.
Katelyn presses her fingers to his hole one more time to make sure that he’s still stretched properly and then replaces them with the tip of the cock and for the first time since they started it feels real. He kept his head grounded, reminding himself that it’s a hunk of silicone except now it was stretching his rim and he couldn’t imagine a real cock feeling any different. Maybe a bit warmer but he doesn’t exactly have anything to compare it to.
It doesn’t hurt but he does feel a bit of a stretch. Like with Katelyn’s fingers, it didn’t feel like much of anything at first, well not until she started talking.
“Look at you, taking it so well,” she says and that alone drags a strangled moan from him. She’s got one hand steady on his knee, spreading him further, and another on his waist holding him, her eyes focused on his face. She’s sinking deeper and it comes to a point where the toy is longer than her fingers so he feels his insides making way for her deep inside.
“There we go, just stay relaxed.”
He wants to tell her that he’s never been more relaxed in his goddamn life except his words kind of die in his throat when she shifts and drags against his inner walls. It’s like something clicks and then the only thing he can ask for is-
“Move.”
And she does. She braces herself against him, using his body to help herself pull out against his muscles contracting to keep her in and then she presses in again, this time faster than last time. Then again, and again. Each time it’s a little easier, a little smoother. He curses and she steals the profanity right off of his lips with a kiss. He’s never been more pleased by the fact that she’s taller than him.
There must be some sort of reaction on his face because she moans right against his lips. He can see her gaining confidence too, letting her hands move and trail against his skin, now too sensitive with the prolonged desperation for an orgasm. She shuffles again and pushes in and-
“Ah fuck!”
There it is again, that sudden spark of pleasure coursing through him. She takes that as the guidance it is and makes sure to focus on the angle. His brain is swimming between his ears and the world reduces itself to the pressure and pleasure and Katelyn’s sweet voice
“You’re so good Aaron, I’m so happy you wanted to do this, feels amazing, baby.”
He is good, and it feels good, and if he doesn’t come soon then he might cry. No matter how much she presses up against his prostate, he can’t cross the final line, he needs something, needs her.
“Kate-” he says, his voice raspy from the way she’s robbing him of the air in his lungs. “Kate, I need to come-”
“So come,” she answers in turn and thrusts in. He was almost not expecting it so the moan she pulls from him is high pitched and sudden.
“Can’t, I need you- I need. Touch me, Katie, please-” he begs and she must like that because her fingers press into his waist tight enough that he wonders if she’ll leave bruises, and realizes quickly that these are the kinds of bruises he wouldn’t mind carrying. Tangible proof of their love and trust.
She understands and moves from his waist to wrap her hand around his cock. She slows down a little, but only enough to figure out an alternating pace between thrusting her hips and moving her hands.
In her capable embrace he’s basically putty so it really only takes about three tugs at his cock to get him coming all over his stomach and the way she carries on, fucking him through the orgasm makes his vision fuzz at the edges. She can see his muscles turning liquid and pulls out.
“Can I….” She trails off and it takes him a full five seconds to figure out what she is asking.
“Yes, go on, I’ll just be-” He doesn’t finish his sentence because he runs out of breath and she giggles at it. So much for a D1 athlete.
She straddles his thigh, rubbing and grinding down, trying to find the right friction. She’s still got the toy attached and its sticky surface rubs a little against the crease of his hip which feels strangely good except his dick has fully checked out of the conversation. He settles on watching her and how beautiful she is, chasing her own orgasm, using him for her pleasure.
He’s hers in every way and in turn he gets to watch the way her back arches and her thighs tremble. She grinds down for the last time in a way so violent it makes all of her shake, he could pretend he was a better man except he spent all of that time watching the way her breasts move along with the rest of her body. She cries out, a bit of a hitched breath and presses down, thighs clamping down around his thigh in an almost painful way.
It takes her a couple moments to get her breath back and the harness comes off, tossed onto the floor at the side of the bed to be cleaned later. She crawls up the bed to curl into his side, head on his chest. He can move his arms and legs now so he trails his hands over her side and guides her to hitch her leg up to drape over his abdomen so he can rub his thumb over the red imprints the harness left on her thighs and hips. She sighs, pleased and then wrinkles her nose.
“You just pulled my leg right onto your cum. Gross,” she mumbles. He kisses her forehead.
“You just came all over my thigh, you’ll get over it.”
They cuddle for a little while longer, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies and after the air starts to get cold and nip at their exposed skin they get up, hands intertwined and head towards the bathroom.
He can’t explain it but Katelyn’s dorm shower is miles better than the one in Aaron and Matt’s room so he’s massively reluctant to leave, instead choosing to sit in the steamy warmth while Katelyn completes all the steps of her shower routine. He lets her rub exfoliant on his shoulders which he’s not sure what the hell it does but it keeps her hands on him so it’s a win-win.
“So…opinions?”
He hums and leans into the warm water.
“...Definitely saving up for that vibrating attachment.”
She squeals and hugs him.
“You liked it then?”
Her excitement is contagious, she’s like the sun after a series of rainy days.
“Yeah, I guess I did.”
BONUS
Despite all of his research and reading, nothing could have prepared Aaron for the soreness. Even though he and Katelyn were very careful and diligent in their preparation, he had been stupid enough to suggest they try and work up to the peach attachment the next day, so it was Monday now and he was sore as all hell. He had hoped it would go away over Sunday and well, maybe marginally so.
He hoped it wasn’t too obvious except the world hates him. The Minyard curse of misfortune is in full force because it takes exactly the twelve steps he takes from the entrance to the locker room to his locker for Nicky to gasp and go “Oh my god” and for Matt to whistle and ‘welcome him to the club’.
He can feel how red he is, his face is probably burning up and then the worst thing happens. Eye contact with Andrew.
His brother is stone faced as always, glaring holes into his head. Aaron almost wants to say something and opens his mouth except Andrew narrows his eyes.
“Do not.” Then he turns around.
Maybe that’s for the best.