Cain's heart leapt as Ben looked him over. He'd been checked out enough times in his life to know what prompted a look like that and it surprised and delighted him. He'd thought Ben was done with him but that look said he wasn't. The best part was that he didn't seem happy about it, which led Cain to believe he'd achieved a tiny victory.
Ben had looked at him like he was much more than a filthy groupie whore and that split second wiped away a good chunk of the bad feelings he was carrying. It buoyed his spirit. With a smile he hoped was as sexy as he was feeling, he spun on his heel and sauntered away.
Once in his bedroom, he dropped the towel in his hamper and grabbed his phone. He knew Kerr was downstairs working and he had a brilliant idea about what to do with all the horny feelings Ben had left him with. He shucked his shorts and arranged himself on his bed, playing with the camera and fussing with his hair until he got a shot with Ben's cum in his collarbone and half his face behind it, lips positioned just so and hair mussed. He sent it to Kerr with the caption Ben played with me.
His heart accelerating with excitement, he then worked on getting a good picture of his hard dick, finally settling on one with his hand around the base (because he knew very well how much Kerr liked his rough hands on him) and the sleek temptation of his flexed abs behind it. By the time he'd got it perfect and was ready to send it, Kerr had texted back: Awesome. That's fucking hot. He smiled as he pulled up his dick pic and captioned it: Left me wanting. He sent it with a little giggle, imagining Kerr opening it and hopefully drooling over it.
Next, he rolled over to his bedside drawer, where he'd put the toys he and Kerr had bought the night before. He grabbed the plug they'd bought and teased himself a little, shoving it in his mouth. It was big. He closed his eyes as he slid it in and out between his lips, imagining it was Ben's dick fucking his mouth like he'd thought would happen. He heard his phone buzz with a return message from Kerr but he was in a zone.
When he was really hard and close, he stopped sucking the stretcher and squeezed lube all over it. He was panting, thinking about it. Getting it into his ass was an exercise in patience and dedication. It hurt in a delicious way and Ben would no doubt have heard his simpering cries and moans, even though he was curled over on his side, pressing his face into his pillow while his hands worked the thing into him. The pain made his hardon fade but the build was still there in his balls, so he knew it wouldn't take much to get him off.
Once it was inside him, he tried to get a pic laying on his bed but he couldn't get a good one. He got up and minced his way towards the full length mirror in the wardrobe, feeling the huge thing shift and slide in him, threatening to pop out with every step. He eventually got a good shot of his body, head to toes, lit by one of the downlights streaming down his muscular back, the twin globes of his round ass parted pretty obviously by the plug. He was looking over his shoulder at the camera and he was pleased with the level of smoulder he'd achieved.
He read Kerr's reply to his dick pic first, chuckling when he saw it: Now I'M wanting. Stop distracting me with that. I almost snapped my pen when I opened it. Cain thought he might need to teach Kerr about the eggplant emoji. He grinned and pulled his final masterpiece up. He captioned it Can't wait til you get home. I'll be ready and sent it. He strolled into his bathroom and used a wet washer to clean off his chest and face while he waited for his reply, not doing a super careful job. It turned him on to think of Kerr coming home to fuck him with the aroma of Ben's cum still on him.
Cain was stepping into his swim shorts again when Kerr's reply came. They weren't very supportive but he tied the string more tightly at his waist and kept them on because they were made from a very light, slidey material that made him feel sexy - and that was without considering what he'd packed in his ass. His semi felt nice when it was caressed by the shorts, too. Stepping gingerly out to the lounge room again, he read Kerr's text on the way, grinning happily to himself.
Fuck. I'll be there a.s.a.p. About an hour. If I can last. Fuck, you're incorrigible.
He navigated to his browser and looked up the definition of 'incorrigible' as he sat (carefully) on the couch adjacent to Ben (with a little sigh as the plug pressed deeper into him). The definition made him smile more broadly. He put his phone screen down on the cushion beside him, thinking he had time to eat before Kerr got back but that he'd check in with Ben first. "Can I do anything for you? Rub your feet?" he asked brightly, his mood greatly improved by Kerr's impending return.
