Figging

Erotic short. A snippet with some ginger.

Just 350w, Tom Warren/Samuel Coates. A little ginger and anal play, some vaginal fingering, and some spanking.

It’s a warm evening, and Sam feels even warmer for being sprawled over Tom’s lap, Tom’s hands moving in slow, pleasant circles across the spread of Sam’s back. Sam has his face mashed into the pillows stacked up beside Tom’s thighs, and his legs are stretched out behind him on the bed.

Downstairs, he can hear music and laughter, hear people moving back and forth, but he’s focusing on the sounds closer, to home, on the warmth of Tom’s body underneath his, his muscular thighs solid underneath him.

Tom has already carved the ginger, and there’s no ceremony, no prior warning, before he slips it into where Sam’s arse is open and ready. Sam prepared himself an hour or two ago, and there’s not much lube still there, but the muscles are relaxed and ready.

The ginger doesn’t feel much like anything initially, just a thickness inside him, and then he begins to feel a slow, glowing warmth from it, making him inhale shakily.

He feels more than he sees Tom wipe his hands off, removing the ginger residue from his fingers, and as he does, Sam feels the burn get just a little more intense, warming hotter, hotter.

Tom touches his clit with his fingers, tugging at it, and Sam gasps in a breath, clenching — his cunt clenches around nothing, but his arse clenches around the plug of ginger, and that makes more itching, tingling heat radiate outward, a burnign on the inside of his walls that makes him moan aloud.

Tom’s fingers slide inside him, two of them, and he starts to fuck them inside him, pressing up against the wall between his cunt and his arse to put pressure on the plug as he does so, and Sam moans into the pillows as he flutters around him. Every time he clenches, every time he so much as breathes and twitches, his muscles shift around the plug and it radiates more powerfully within him, and fuck, fuck —

“If I spanked you, now,” says Tom, “you’d clench hard. You’d really feel it.”

Sam shudders in a gasp.

“Ha,” says Tom, and his palm comes down in a resounding, ringing slap; Sam cries aloud, spreading his thighs automatically wider, and he rides the coming tingling heat like a cresting wave.

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