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It had been a spur of the moment purchase.
Greg’s got a fake name for when he orders weird shit to his house. When the box arrived last week, coming for a David Timms, he’d been so embarrassed to be ordering fucking sex toys to his fucking house like a fucking kid, but now he’s through that and into the delightful little vignettes that the fucking thing has inspired.
“What,” Alex’s voice actually sounds a little hoarse, and oh, what a delight that is, to know he can pull a sound like that out of a man as artfully constructed as this, “What exactly was your plan with… this?”
Greg doesn’t have to look around to know that Alex is plucking at the bubble wrap and the instructions, discarding both in the corner of the box, feeling the leeching of the cold metal base, the odd, insincere rubber of the black silicone where it swells to fatness and thins again.
“Well,” he says, in a slow, patient voice, “I thought I’d take you home and fuck you, and then tomorrow morning I’d put that in you and we’d go to work.”