| :: The Writings of Shayne Carmichael and Mychael Black :: |
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"Oh, you’re a ton of help." Todd opened up the armoire at the end of the bed, revealing a full entertainment center. Picking up the remote, he walked back over to the bed and popped Loren’s hip with his hand. "Scoot over, gorgeous." Drawing his lips together in a pout, Loren teased him, "You’re hurting me, babe. Do it some more." The wiggle of his body shifted his position in the bed, leaving room for Todd to climb in. "I do have to get up, since I left something for you in the kitchen." His smile took on that wicked edge again, knowing exactly what he had for Todd. Todd’s eyes widened as he switched on the television. "Should I be worried?" "Probably." Loren shrugged nonchalantly before he rolled out of bed then padded off to the kitchen. A moment later, he reappeared, holding the bag in his hand. An eyebrow rose slightly as Todd stared at the bag. "Beware of queers bearing gifts?" A laugh was surprised out of Loren as he tossed the bag to Todd and climbed back into bed. "Damn, good one, babe." Todd grinned and opened the bag. Anything else he was going to say simply stopped in his throat as he pulled two small boxes and one long box out of the bag. He looked over at Loren. "Should I open them now?" "Oh, open them now. I definitely want to see your face." Propping his head in his hand, his other hand reached over to run a fingertip lightly over Todd’s hip. Licking his lips, Todd looked back down at the three boxes. Deciding on one of the small ones, he opened it up, eyes going wide immediately. He lifted the cock ring out of the box and glanced over at Loren. "I’ll remember to take you more seriously from now on." "You’re going to be closely intimate with that little baby, so get used to the idea. Told you before." Loren had to buy the little toys for Todd, just for the hell of it, and to keep his promise. "Good Lord. I’m almost afraid to open the others." Still, Todd set the ring down and picked up the next smallest box. When he opened it, he nearly dropped the damn thing. "Love, you’re trying to kill me." He held up the silver butt plug, feeling its weight. A diamond crystal dominated the flat base. "Oh, you’ll get used to having that little baby inside you every time I tell you you have to wear it." Loren’s shrug was casual but his smile sure the hell wasn’t. "You wouldn’t…" Todd met Loren’s gaze and instantly regretted those words. One of Loren’s brow rose at the challenge. "Oh? I wouldn’t? Whatever makes you think that, babe?" A flicker of arrogance crept into his eyes as he steadily held Todd’s eyes. "I…" Todd swallowed and looked back at the stainless steel plug in his hand. A flush crept over his neck and face, and he cleared his throat as he set the plug gingerly on the bed. "Next!" He lifted the top off the third and longest box. Instantly, a small sound--almost a whimper--escaped him as he stared down at the long, remote-controlled toy. "Oh, fuck…" Loren leaned over towards Todd, whispering, "I have special plans for that little toy, and I’m dying to try out all of its speed on you." The feather-light caress of his fingertips roamed over Todd’s hip before slipping around to his ass. "You’ll love it, believe me."
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