Page 79 of Garbage

Evan squirmed, his cheeks going pink. Quincy was getting much better at teasing.

He extended the hose and claw arm that were free—since he was still holding Evan’s hands above his head—and pulled out the bin. The lube was easy to find, and he spread it first around one of his fingers.

It was a strange experience, drawing on the mod. A knowing and not knowing, where he recalled, instinctively it seemed, just how and where to touch. How much pressure to apply. Signs of when Evan would be ready for more.

And yet, nothing could have prepared him for this moment, when he would actually sink inside Evan’s body. It wasn’t just that this was Quincy’s first time doing this. It was that it was with Evan.

He uncoiled the hose from Evan’s neck to press his legs back, wrapping around them so Evan was completely bound.

Then, with one tentative finger, he stroked across the pink pucker of Evan’s ass.

Evan looked up at him, fully exposed and at his mercy, with only trust and desire in his eyes.

Quincy brushed over it again, amazed by how the skin was softer there, wrinkled yet flexible.

“Please, Sir,” Evan panted. “You don’t need to go slowly with me.”

“Mmmm… but what if I want to?” Quincy was going to savor this. He could trace little circles around that ring all night.

Evan seemed to think that was mean. But Evan wasn’t in charge.

Quincy giggled at his frustration.

When Quincy finally slid his fingertip in, Evan was shaking and pressing back against him, trying to push him in further.

Quincy obliged him, but oh, he hadn’t realized just how hot and velvety it would be. How breathtaking it was to feel Evan’s muscles try to fight against him, then inevitably yield.

He played with those tight rings, pressing in and out until Evan was begging again.

Then he found Evan’s prostate, right where he expected it to be.

Evan practically launched his back off the bed, calling out in wordless sounds.

Quincy was a fan of the prostate.

Mostly, though, he wanted his hoses inside his beautiful sub.

He wasn’t sure why that seemed so different from his fingers. If anything, his fingers were far more sensitive.

He just kept returning to those videos. Fingers were for exploring and preparing. With his hoses, there was the potential for… invading. Possessing. Making Evan take it.

Not tonight, though. He wanted this to be gentle. Evan would be his forever, but this was their first time.

He withdrew his fingers, making Evan whimper. But it only took him a few moments to rearrange his limbs and spread lube over his hose’s tip. And… that was a whole new revelation, too.

“Evan…?” Quincy asked shakily. “Is this supposed to feel good?” He was still stroking his own hose tip, sensitive fingers meeting slick metal.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Yeah. Touching yourself is supposed to feel good. Show me how you like it.”

Quincy stroked his hose again, gliding farther up the flexible metallic rings of the tubing before returning to the teardrop-shaped head.

Evan watched him in wonder. “You’re gonna put on a show for me one day. I bet you could make yourself come.”

Quincy shook just imagining it. So far, he’d reached orgasm by focusing on Evan’s enjoyment to bring him to the same state. He hadn’t realized that he could do the same with himself.

He was tempted to explore this situation longer… but Evan was spread out temptingly before him.

He darted forward with his hose, pressing against that pink hole. Watching Evan’s face, he slid in, easily at first, but then he encountered resistance. Evan panted, head arched back.