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When Quincy finally pushed through, they both whimpered together. Sensations crashed through him, mingled with the wild awareness that he was inside Evan.

He pulled out and then pressed in again.

“Oh, more. Please, more,” Evan begged.

And how was he supposed to hold back?

He thrust in, faster and harder, angling upward to drag over Evan’s prostate. Then he explored deeper, into that velvety slick space where his fingers couldn’t reach.

“Q… Sir… Please… Need you…”

Quincy needed more, too. What would it be like if he could do… both? Could he thrust in deep and still tease Evan’s prostate? Maybe with more coils or…

He found the lube and slicked up his second hose. His hands would have to hold Evan’s legs in place. “Can you take both?” he asked.

“Yeah, oh, god…”

Sliding in the second hose was more difficult than the first. He prepared the way with one finger, but still he wasn’t sure if it would even work.

But while Evan winced and grunted, pain flitting across his face, he never asked Quincy to stop.

“That’s right,” Quincy encouraged. “You’re gonna take them both.”

Evan nodded, gasping as tears returned to his dark lashes. “Yes, Sir.”

“Cariad…” Quincy shouted. Because then he was inside, suffused in that wet heat.

He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in.

“Sir… need to come… Can I… oh… Sir…”

Quincy would have denied Evan, but he couldn’t even control himself. It was too good. Too perfect. He thrust his hoses in and out in tandem, rightness settling over him, like he’d finally discovered what his body was truly meant to be.

“Come, Evan,” he commanded.

And then Evan was falling apart, cum gushing from his cock, while his ass tightened around Quincy’s hoses.

Sensation overwhelmed him, subroutines bouncing against each other as they tried to accept and categorize it, to memorize every moan and expression on Evan’s face, to make sense of the unfathomable rush of desire and ecstasy that rushed through him, scattering computations in its wake.

All he could do was feel.

He was flying. Floating. Spun out into the infinite black pool of pleasure that gushed and lapped around him as he thrust again and again, without coordination or rhythm.

When he came back online, Evan was still beneath him, still pinned by his limbs, but now with a happy, sleepy expression that Quincy knew well.

He pulled out one hose, then the other, slowly moving Evan’s limbs back where they belonged, massaging over the red marks on his wrists.

“Hold me.” Evan reached out his hands, making grabby motions.

“I need to clean you up first,” Quincy told him.

“Nuh-uh. Doesn’t matter. We can clean up later.”

Quincy grabbed Evan’s shirt from the floor, wiping them both down with it. Then he collapsed on the bed, so Evan could wiggle his way into his arms, pushing this way and that until he was comfortable.

Quincy wasn’t the least bit exhausted, but maybe he was… something. His mind was still going over every moment and planning what to do next, while he floated in a state that felt adjacent to euphoria. He didn’t have the right word for it, but he’d started to learn that some feelings just couldn’t be described.

He gathered Evan closer. Quincy had worn his sub out with pleasure.