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Adam won't lie, when Fergus had first suggested renting a cottage in the middle of nowhere for a long weekend, he hadn't been that keen, even with the promise of a hot tub and lots of sex. He hates London, but he's pretty sure he's addicted to it. He can't even spend more than a few nights in Norfolk with Fergus's family without getting withdrawal effects, despite the fact he genuinely loves it.
Plus they have lots of sex at home.
But, he thinks as he lays spread eagle on the bed, his limbs all tied to the four bedposts, that maybe Fergus had been onto something after all.
They do have lots of sex, but not like this.
They'd been sitting in the hot tub, and he'd been sitting with his back against Fergus's chest, and Fergus's hand wrapped round his hard cock, when Fergus had bitten his earlobe and then whispered, "Have you ever tried figging?"
Ten minutes later Adam was both educated and post orgasm, and looking forward to the evening more than ever.
And now he's tied to the bed, and Fergus has been rimming him so long he's lost all sense of what the time is. And now Fergus is sitting between his spread legs with a large piece of ginger, a spoon and some tissues. It's officially the weirdest situation he's ever found himself in, and he doesn't think he's ever been harder in his life. Fergus hums smugly when Adam tells him this.
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah."
"It's going to be uncomfortable. It's supposed to be. So if you actually want to stop you just have to safeword ok?" Fergus says, picking up the ginger and starting to scrape away the outer skin until he's revealed the flesh underneath and shaped it into something vaguely resembling a plug.
Adam nods, and holds his breath as Fergus spreads him with one hand.
"I won't use lube because it will block the oils, but," he pushes his finger into Adam slightly, "You should be quite relaxed and wet."
Adam can only nod again as Fergus removes his finger and presses the root against his own palm, testing it's not going to break off before he slides it into Adam. When he's content it's strong enough, he places the ginger against Adam's hole, just brushing it lightly against him at first.
"It might take a little while for you to feel anything, as the oils warm up," Fergus pushes the ginger a little more firmly against him until it presses inside him, "But once it kicks in you should really feel it."
Adam shivers at the slightly sadistic glee that Fergus can't quite hide and shifts his hips against the bed.
Fergus continues pushing it inside Adam until it is in far enough that he can let go.
"How does that feel?" he asks, stroking a hand over Adam's hip soothingly.
"It's ok, just a little warm, I think," Adam tries really hard to actually focus on the specific sensations, despite his whole body currently singing.
"Mmmm," Fergus reaches out and twists the ginger slightly, moving it just enough to make Adam tighten around it, "How about now?"
Adam is just about to say 'fine' when he tightens around the ginger again and suddenly the warm tingling sensation morphs into something hotter and more acute. "Fuck!"
Fergus stops moving the ginger and sits back to watch Adam shift against the bed. It's not clear whether it's in discomfort or whether he's trying to get some friction against his hard cock, but either way Fergus enjoys watching him squirm.
Fergus doesn't want Adam to come yet though, so he reaches down to untie Adam's ankles. "Up on your knees."
"Fuck, Fergus! Please!"
Fergus gives Adam a light spank, just enough to make him tighten and get moving. "I don't want you to come yet. I've got other plans too."
Adam moans into the duvet as the movement tightens his muscles around the ginger. "Christ, Fergus. Plans beyond torturing me with ginger?"
Fergus laughs and tugs gently on the ginger again. "Oh, absolutely." Adam just moans into the duvet again.
After another few minutes Fergus carefully pulls the ginger out, wrapping it up in the tissues and placing it on the bedside table for later disposal. Then he picks up the lube and slicks his fingers up.
He rests his dry hand on Adam's lower back, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. "How is it feeling now?"
"Sore." Adam grunts out, trying to move as little as possible so as to not make the burning sensation any worse.
"Bad sore?" Fergus asks.
Adam shakes his head. "Good sore."
"Good." Fergus smiles and rubs his thumb across Adam's hole, smearing lube across the skin but not pressing inside yet, "Next time we do this, I'm going to keep at it all night. Every time it fades, I'll peel just a little bit more ginger away to refresh it, and then I'll push it back inside you until you're begging me to take it out."
Adam can only moan into the bed. Fergus thrusts his hard cock against Adam's hip, leaving pre-come across his skin, and continues rubbing his thumb across Adam's sore arsehole. The burning slowly fades, although Adam isn't sure whether that is a consequence of Fergus's actions or just the passage of time. Eventually the burning fades to a barely noticeable ache and Fergus must be able to tell from Adam relaxing slightly because he stops stroking him and places a two fingers against Adam's entrance.
"Feeling better?"
Adam clenches and relaxes, not sure if he's relieved or not when it doesn't result in pain. "Better."
"Good. Because I want to fuck you now," he says, pushing two fingers slowly into Adam, who moans at the stretch.