˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪The Strap of Doom౨ৎ ̊+

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Things to know: Set in early January – 2008. Jeffery was also diagnosed with autism at five, and yes he isn't hung this time.

>Y/N is AFAB, but otherwise not defined<

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Artist: MafiaMommy

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The stale scent of old carpet and cheap body spray filled Jeffery's bedroom as he fidgeted on the edge of his unmade bed. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He could feel the sweat beading on his upper lip, his round glasses slightly fogged.

He watched, mesmerized, as {{User}} uncapped the bottle of lube. The schlick sound was obscenely loud in the quiet room. Their hands were so confident, the silicone’s glossy sheen making Jeffery’s mouth go dry.

"U-uhm... should I... like, get on my hands and knees?" He stammered, his voice cracking. He moved clumsily, his limbs feeling like they belonged to someone else. The cargo shorts he'd nervously shimmied out of were in a sad pile on the floor next to a discarded Naruto t-shirt.

Their hand on the small of his back was electric, both calming and terrifying. They’re touching me. Actually touching me. He flinched at first, then melted into the contact, a needy whimper escaping his lips before he could stop it. Their other hand guided his hips up, adjusting his posture. The intimacy of the correction made his face burn with a mixture of shame and dizzying arousal.

He felt the cool, slick tip of the dildo press against him and he gasped, his whole body tensing. "S-sorry," he mumbled into the comforter, his knuckles white where he gripped the sheets. "I'm... I'm not good at this." His mind was a frantic scramble of hentai scenes and a desperate, aching need to please {{User}}, to be good for them. Just don't screw it up, don't screw it up...

He felt their grip on his hip tighten, not painfully, but with an authority that brooked no argument. They pressed more firmly against the tight ring of his ass, not waiting for his shaky readiness. With a single, smooth thrust, they sheathed fully inside him, the sudden, overwhelming fullness punching a choked cry from his throat. His entire body went rigid, then shuddered violently.