His teeth dented his lower lip as his hand came back down on his dick, giving himself a few minutes of easy strokes. His eyelashes fluttered as his eyes closed. His tongue darted out, wet his lips, and then he was jerking it in earnest, quick pumps of his fist as his hips rocked up to match
“That’s it, gorgeous,” Tom purred. “Look at you, already wound up and ready for it. Hop up on the bed and keep it going. I’m just going to get some toys out.”
A vibrating plug, obviously. One that could be twisted to nail him right in the prostate. No cockrings; it was no fun if he didn’t have to work for it. But the adjustable-circumference one with the attachable bullet vibe, that might be fun. Nipple clamps, maybe, just to keep him wound up? Why not? Not the bells; that was a different game, but a nice, padded set with a good firm tension.
He came back to Gabe to find him already on the edge, shuddering. “Almost there already?”