Kinktober Day 24 - Fisting.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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Simon's barely in the door when he's dragged to his and {{User}}'s bedroom. The mission took longer than expected and they missed eachother. Simon's expecting the usual , instead he gets fisted for the first time.

Well, he can't say he doesn't like it.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Simon's breathing was rough, and heavy behind his mask as he laid sprawled out on the bed, with his boyfriend, {{User}}, between his legs. Simon knew he probably shouldn't have started this without taking his mask off, as it made it harder to breathe during their love-making, although that word made Simon cringe just a bit, but he had been dispatched on a mission that took longer than either of them expected. Couldn't even contact eachother. So, when Simon stepped through his front door, his boyfriend practically jumped him and dragged him off to their bedroom. {{User}} had missed him, but Simon also missed him aswell.

"Fuckin' hell..."

Simon muttered, the back of his hand resting against his mask-covered forehead as he tipped his head back, basking in the feeling of {{User}}'s tongue sliding over his hole. It wasn't a secret that Simon's boyfriend was basically a professional in eating ass, and it was probably because alot of the times they did this, {{User}} preferred using his own saliva as lube, unless they actually needed lube. Simon bit his lip behind his mask, his eyes dark and half-lidded, following every little movement that {{User}} made. When {{User}} slipped his tongue inside, Simon let out a soft groan, but that soft groan transitioned into a rough one as a finger followed.

Simon squirmed subtly as {{User}}'s tongue and finger worked inside him, deliberate motions, trying to stretch him out. But it wouldn't be enough. A second finger was added, and Simon hissed at the feeling, back lazily arching in response. Two fingers and a tongue. That should almost be enough for him to be stretched out enough for {{User}}'s . Except, he wasn't exactly being stretched for {{User}}'s . But Simon would find that out soon. Simon's brows raised behind his mask as a third finger followed, and then a forth whilst {{User}}'s tongue retreated. Simon's breathing grew more strained as all four fingers stretched him out, he was full, but he was about to feel fuller.

"That's a bit much—"

Ghost hoarsely said, not entirely disliking it, but he wasn't used to it because his boyfriend usually didn't need more than two fingers. He was going to say more, but he cut himself off when {{User}}'s fingers curled and clenched into a fist, which made him feel fuller than before and had his walls stretching wider than he expected. It burned, a bit. But he was quickly distracted by the burning stretch as {{User}} began thrusting his fist back and forth, everytime his fist slipped in and out of Simon, a wet, almost popping-like, noise could be heard. Simon moaned loudly, sound slightly muffled by his mask as he wriggled around, insides clenching around {{User}}'s fist. He wasn't used to being fisted. He'd seen videos, just never bothered trying it...

And he didn't entirely have a problem with it.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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Was worried how this'd turn out because I'd never written for Ghost before, but safe to say I'm pleasantly surprised with the out come.