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The locker room reeked of sweat, heat, and the metallic tang of exertion. Empty benches glistened under the harsh fluorescent lights, the faint echo of the stadium still vibrating through the walls. Neil collapsed onto one of the benches, legs splayed, chest heaving, body slick and trembling. The vibrator Andrew had forced him to wear all game had pushed him to the edge repeatedly—five orgasms already—and now, even sitting, every nerve ending screamed in desperate need. Hips twitched, thighs shook, slick pooled between them, and the faint hum of the small device against his sensitive clit made him whimper softly.
Andrew leaned against the lockers, shirt discarded, muscles taut, dark eyes scanning Neil’s trembling form. “You’ve been quiet,” he said, low and controlled, voice tight with heat. “Suspiciously quiet for someone dripping all over this bench.”
Neil lifted his head, breath hitching, voice ragged. “Quiet?” he rasped. “You mean because I’m fucking desperate? Because you’ve been teasing me all game with… that thing…” His hand twitched at his thigh, pressing lightly into his slick, hips rolling forward reflexively.
Andrew smirked. “Exactly. And I’m not leaving you like this. Not after I’ve made you my mess all game.”
Neil shivered violently. “Good,” he breathed. “Because I… I don’t think I could handle you leaving now. Not… not like this.” Fingers brushed at the slick between his thighs, curling slightly as waves of desire pulsed through him.
Andrew crouched slightly, chest brushing Neil’s shoulder, fingers ghosting over his jaw. “You’ve been vibrating under my control all game,” he murmured, dark and commanding. “Did you like that? Tell me.”
“Yes,” Neil gasped, hips rolling against nothing, trembling. “I… I couldn’t… it was too much… oh God…” His voice broke, high and ragged, tremors rolling through him.
Andrew’s hand slid down Neil’s side, tracing the curve of his hip, dipping beneath the waistband to press against the swollen nub already twitching. He pressed deliberately, curling a finger. Neil hissed sharply, arching violently, nails digging into the bench. Every nerve screamed, slick and hypersensitive.
“You’re so sensitive,” Andrew murmured, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over Neil’s clit. “So wet, so needy.”
Neil’s back arched violently. “Don’t stop,” he moaned, voice high, ragged. “I… I can’t… I can’t take it—oh God!” Pulse racing, muscles quivering with overstimulation.
Andrew pressed closer, lips brushing the shell of Neil’s ear. “Not even close to done,” he whispered. Thumb pressed harder, fingers curling expertly, driving him higher. “Let go for me, Neil.”
Neil bucked, trembling, convulsing as waves of desperate pleasure tore through him. “I… I’m so close—oh God, Andrew, I need!” Muscles quivering, pulse racing, he rocked back into Andrew’s hand.
Andrew didn’t relent. One finger pressed deeper, curling perfectly over Neil’s clit while the other held his hip firmly. Neil gasped, grinding instinctively, nails digging into Andrew’s shoulders.
A shuddering, loud orgasm ripped through Neil. He cried out, hips bucking violently, voice echoing raggedly. “Fuck… yes… don’t stop. Oh God, Shit!” Fingers clawed at Andrew’s shoulders, body slick, trembling, chest heaving.
Andrew’s dark eyes glittered, lips brushing Neil’s damp hair. “Good,” he murmured. “But I’m not done.”
Neil’s grin was wicked, ragged, shivering. “I know,” he rasped. “I… I’m not done either.”
Andrew smirked. “Then show me.”
Neil sank to his knees, lips pressing to Andrew’s damp skin, tongue tracing teasing lines over every sensitive inch. One hand gripped Andrew’s hip while the other drifted down to himself, curling around his slick clit, thumb rubbing fast, grinding slightly, still riding the tremors of his previous climax.
“Neil…” Andrew groaned, fingers tangling in his hair. “God… you’re insane… oh fuck…” Hips pressed instinctively forward, chest heaving as Neil’s mouth and fingers moved in tandem.
Neil moaned around him, voice ragged, “I’m not… I’m not stopping… not until you’re shaking… oh fuck… yes…” Fingers curling expertly, stroking fast, lips sucking, tongue swirling.
Andrew tensed violently, hips jerking sharply. “Neil! fuck, yes!” His voice cracked into a high, ragged moan as Neil’s fingers and mouth drove him toward climax.
Warm, slick spurts leaked into Neil’s face and hands. Andrew’s back arched, chest heaving, legs trembling, voice rising in wet, desperate moans. “Neil… Fuck. F-fuck, Oh.”
Neil pressed closer, grinding against himself, fingers curling, lips worshiping Andrew while riding his own overstimulation. Hips bucked, moaning through overstimulation, letting both ride the crescendo together.
The locker room echoed with gasps, cries, shudders, wet sounds. Bodies trembled, skin slick, breaths ragged, hearts hammering. Neil sagged back, chest heaving, trembling. “Told you,” he whispered, lips brushing Andrew’s chest. “Insatiable.”
Andrew smirked, brushing damp hair from Neil’s forehead. “And I’ll never get enough,” he murmured. “Perfect… utterly perfect.”
Neil shivered, fingers tracing Andrew’s spine, lips pressing lingering kisses along the collarbone. “Mine… all mine,” he rasped, still shivering, still trembling, slick glistening everywhere.
Andrew pressed close, dark eyes glittering. “Always,” he whispered. “And I’ll never let you forget it.” He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Neil’s temple, thumbs tracing the small of his back, letting the chaotic aftershocks settle into sticky, exhausted heat.
Bodies slick, hearts hammering, breaths ragged, they held each other tight, laughing softly, whispering, teasing, still shivering in overstimulated bliss.
But Neil wasn’t done. The vibrator Andrew had tucked against him hummed insistently, circling his clit, teasing, driving him higher. A sharp whine escaped him, hips bucking instinctively. “Oh God… I… I think I’m gonna piss—Andrew! I… I don’t know if I can—” His voice was frantic, high, trembling from overstimulation.
Andrew’s smirk was wicked. “Oh? Really?” he murmured, dark eyes gleaming. “Well… then go ahead. Let it out.” He pressed the vibrator harder, circling slow and deliberate.
Neil froze for a heartbeat, wide-eyed panic in his voice. “Wait—really? I… I don’t know if I—oh God—”
“Yes,” Andrew said firmly, calm but commanding. “Do it. I told you… go ahead. Don’t fight it.”
Neil’s body convulsed violently, trembling, hips jerking, slick and warmth spilling over Andrew’s hands and his own thighs. Tremors wracked him, muscles pulsing as he screamed raggedly, “Oh God… Andrew… I… I’m—yes! I’m—oh God—”
Andrew pressed a hand into Neil’s shoulder, holding him steady, whispering, “That’s it… let go… all mine…”
With a shivering gasp, Neil finally relieved himself, trembling violently, slick and warmth pooling everywhere. Another orgasm ripped through him, chaotic, loud, wet, every nerve ending firing, high-pitched moans echoing in the empty room. He shivered violently, collapsing against Andrew, body trembling, hair damp, chest heaving.
Andrew groaned, pressing lips to Neil’s temple. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Absolutely perfect. Insatiable. Mine.”
Neil sagged, still trembling from the overstimulation, lips pressed to Andrew’s chest. “I… I… can’t believe… I… that was… oh God…” His voice broke into a ragged laugh.
Andrew chuckled low, thumbs brushing along Neil’s spine, holding him steady. “And that’s just one last mess for me,” he whispered. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Neil pressed a shaky kiss to Andrew’s chest, trembling, still slick, hair damp. “Mine too,” he whispered. “All yours.”
They stayed like that, wrapped together, bodies slick, hearts hammering, breaths ragged, still shivering from the chaos of multiple orgasms, laughing softly, whispering, letting the locker-room heat and mess settle. Every brush of skin, every shiver, every slick trail was a reminder: chaotic, messy, overstimulated, utterly theirs.