Dinner is easier to get through than Liam had been anticipating, thanks to the lively company and array of Critters, gamers, and assorted other fans. The concert afterward is likewise fun; he’s glad of that, because he’d feel awful sitting there just wanting to be back in the room while his friends are performing.
However, when the concert ends and the karaoke machine gets switched on, Liam catches Sam’s eye across the room. As soon as his husband nods, Liam sidles out of the room. As far as he can tell nobody notices because they’re all focused on the parody version of “Royals” that Bonnie seems to be making up on the spot. He catches “we’ll never post spoilers (spoilers); we’ll nip that shit in the bud” and laughs as he crosses to the elevator.
He’s alone on the ride up, drumming his plastic room card against his fingers, shifting from foot to foot, feeling the nudge of the plug inside him that he had almost forgotten about for a couple of hours. Now, of course, he can’t think of anything else—aside from having it removed and replaced by Sam’s cock.
Liam’s been back in the room for all of three minutes, only the nightstand lamp on giving the room a low, pleasing radiance, when the door opens again.
“I thought you’d wait at least ten,” he manages to say before he’s flat on his back on the bed and Sam’s tongue is in his mouth. When Sam’s hand lands on his chest he shivers with pleasure as Sam finds one extra-sensitive nipple and squeezes lightly.
“What did you do?” Sam demands. “Did you pump them, or what?”
“Yes, I—” But Sam’s mouth is devouring his again and all Liam can do is go along with it.
“You spoil me,” Sam says next, and then, “I could see them through your t-shirt,” and although Liam thinks this might be partly Sam’s imagination, when Sam yanks said t-shirt off he can see that yes, his nipples have stayed harder and darker this time from the repeated play. Perhaps they were visible through the thin fabric after all.
Then Sam’s sucking on one, teasing the other with his fingers, and Liam groans with pleasure, arching against Sam’s mouth. He retains enough presence of mind to start unbuttoning Sam’s shirt, and it’s when Sam’s bare-chested as well that he can really see the difference that the pumps have made. Not that they’re usually identical, but it’s not like he’s never noted points of comparison/
“Can I watch you do it?” Sam asks.
Liam feels his face go red. It’s not like he hadn’t expected this, but he still feels like he’s going to look stupid. Still, he gets as far as placing one pump over his left nipple when Sam’s hands close over his.
“Sam?”
“Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
“Of course.”
Sam turns the screw slowly, drawing Liam’s flesh bit by bit into the cylinder, watching it with avid eyes. When Liam lets out a little hiss he stops instantly.
“Too much?”
“No, it’s okay… the suction feels good.”
Sam keeps going, stopping again perhaps a quarter-turn before Liam would have, and tugs lightly on the pump. Liam gasps, cock twitching in his jeans. Sam leaves that pump in place and starts on the right-hand side, this time dialing up the pressure even more slowly, until Liam whimpers softly and asks him for more.
The pumps cling in place as Sam rolls him over and brings him to his hands and knees. Liam’s privately not sure how long he can hold this position, but as Sam rapidly drags both their jeans down and tugs the plug unceremoniously out of Liam’s ass, he also doesn’t think he’ll need to hold it long.
Sam still fingers him thoroughly, though Liam can feel the need coming off him in waves; he feels almost too wet and open by the time Sam’s done, but when Sam pushes into him he remembers, and says, “God, yes… my pussy’s been aching for you all day.”
“That’s my girl,” Sam says, words coming out clipped as he grips Liam’s hips, fucking him with a firm slowness that draws a frustrated noise out of Liam. He tries to push back against Sam for more but Sam holds him in place. “Steady, now. Do you really want this to be over so fast?”
“Nnnneh,” Liam admits, bracing himself a little more firmly.
Sam reaches under him and releases the pumps. When his hands cup Liam’s chest, thumbs teasing over the swollen peaks, Liam makes an even less coherent noise and nearly loses his balance. He can feel Sam’s body shaking with the effort of holding the position and lowers himself to his elbows. It doesn’t give Sam as much room to play with his chest but he doesn’t really need it; Liam’s nipples are so sensitive at this point that the smallest graze is enough to send pleasure arcing through him.
Sam folds himself over Liam’s back and quickens his pace, and for a few minutes the room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, Liam’s soft gasps and whimpers, and Sam’s mingled curses and endearments murmured into the nape of Liam’s neck.
“So—fucking—good—my—pretty—wife—”
Liam shudders on his elbows and knees, unable to voice his own pleasure in anything other than pure wordless sound. He guesses that Sam can figure it out when he feels himself come hard enough to spatter Sam’s fingers where they’re still on Liam’s chest.
Sam lets out an inarticulate noise of his own and Liam feels the slow pulse as Sam comes inside him; just in time, too, for his arms are trembling with the strain. That, though, is something he has ideas about changing tomorrow night.
The plug pushes back into him and then Sam’s easing him onto his side, taking one look at his come-spattered belly and chest (as well as the blanket) and going for a warm wet washcloth. He wipes Liam clean from groin to sternum, kissing each spot after he blots it and in some cases licking it before he blots it. When he gets to Liam’s chest he sucks each nipple clean whether it needs it or not, eyes closing, and Liam lets out two long sighs.
“You were right; that change did come faster than we expected,” Sam says, as though Liam’s body is doing this all on its own and the twin plastic cylinders, which have rolled almost to the edge of the bed with all the movement of the mattress, had nothing to do with it.
Liam gives him a coquettish look. “It’s because your seed’s so powerful, husband mine,” he says, and while Sam’s mouth only turns into the smallest paternal smile, Liam can see a gigglefit lurking in his dark eyes.
“It makes me wonder what else we’ll see.” Sam scoops up the pumps to set them on the nightstand, wipes fruitlessly at the mess on the blanket, and gives up. He drops a towel over it instead before lying back down, pulling Liam close. “What other surprises might come of this.”
If Liam didn’t know Sam better, he’d think Sam had been into the bag from the store after all. Sam doesn’t have that sort of look on his face, though; it seems his speculation is of the purely idle sort.
“There might be something more,” he says, just because driving Sam crazy wondering is one of his favorite things, and the hungry look on Sam’s face is so rewarding. “We’ll have to wait and see.”
Sam slides one hand between them to press it over Liam’s stomach. “Some of this will require more waiting than other things.”
“But think of how happy Laura and Travis will be to know their Critter baby is going to have a companion.”
Sam’s startled into an even wider grin. “I didn’t even think of that!” It’s not like any of them have forgotten that Laura’s pregnant, considering she’s currently consuming her own weight in donuts and pickles daily, but so far the news is only out to a small circle of people, and so it can be pushed to the back of one’s mind. Apparently even more so if one is trying to get one’s husband-wife fantasy pregnant.
They both go quiet for a moment as reality intrudes on their fantasy; while the Bailingham baby is a certainty, there won’t be a companion made by them for it, and the thought is sobering. But then Sam shakes it off, recovers his usual brightness, and asks, “Do you think it’s too early to consider names?”
“I think we’d be doing the world a disservice if we didn’t at least consider honoring the game with the names.”
They reach for their phones as they begin pondering ideas. Sam texts Amy: Liam has been kidnapped by a squadron of Keyleth cosplayers (to which she responds, they’ll give him back when they realize he’s higher maintenance than Vax). Liam texts Quyen: Sam got hit over the head with programs by Mary Elizabeth and Jennifer but I don’t think there’s any damage (to which she responds, oh honey, you know he came pre-damaged).
By the time they’ve determined that the baby’s name should at minimum be Lady Baron Vax-Vex-Vix-Vox-Vux de Rolo Gilmore Poobah Monstah Shorthalt of the Air Ashari—regardless of gender—Liam’s turned out the light and their voices drift back and forth in the dark, until Liam proposes they add of Whitestone in there somewhere as well and is met only with a soft snore.
"Radiant" (Glow Night Two), Sam/Liam, NC-17 (2/2)
However, when the concert ends and the karaoke machine gets switched on, Liam catches Sam’s eye across the room. As soon as his husband nods, Liam sidles out of the room. As far as he can tell nobody notices because they’re all focused on the parody version of “Royals” that Bonnie seems to be making up on the spot. He catches “we’ll never post spoilers (spoilers); we’ll nip that shit in the bud” and laughs as he crosses to the elevator.
He’s alone on the ride up, drumming his plastic room card against his fingers, shifting from foot to foot, feeling the nudge of the plug inside him that he had almost forgotten about for a couple of hours. Now, of course, he can’t think of anything else—aside from having it removed and replaced by Sam’s cock.
Liam’s been back in the room for all of three minutes, only the nightstand lamp on giving the room a low, pleasing radiance, when the door opens again.
“I thought you’d wait at least ten,” he manages to say before he’s flat on his back on the bed and Sam’s tongue is in his mouth. When Sam’s hand lands on his chest he shivers with pleasure as Sam finds one extra-sensitive nipple and squeezes lightly.
“What did you do?” Sam demands. “Did you pump them, or what?”
“Yes, I—” But Sam’s mouth is devouring his again and all Liam can do is go along with it.
“You spoil me,” Sam says next, and then, “I could see them through your t-shirt,” and although Liam thinks this might be partly Sam’s imagination, when Sam yanks said t-shirt off he can see that yes, his nipples have stayed harder and darker this time from the repeated play. Perhaps they were visible through the thin fabric after all.
Then Sam’s sucking on one, teasing the other with his fingers, and Liam groans with pleasure, arching against Sam’s mouth. He retains enough presence of mind to start unbuttoning Sam’s shirt, and it’s when Sam’s bare-chested as well that he can really see the difference that the pumps have made. Not that they’re usually identical, but it’s not like he’s never noted points of comparison/
“Can I watch you do it?” Sam asks.
Liam feels his face go red. It’s not like he hadn’t expected this, but he still feels like he’s going to look stupid. Still, he gets as far as placing one pump over his left nipple when Sam’s hands close over his.
“Sam?”
“Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
“Of course.”
Sam turns the screw slowly, drawing Liam’s flesh bit by bit into the cylinder, watching it with avid eyes. When Liam lets out a little hiss he stops instantly.
“Too much?”
“No, it’s okay… the suction feels good.”
Sam keeps going, stopping again perhaps a quarter-turn before Liam would have, and tugs lightly on the pump. Liam gasps, cock twitching in his jeans. Sam leaves that pump in place and starts on the right-hand side, this time dialing up the pressure even more slowly, until Liam whimpers softly and asks him for more.
The pumps cling in place as Sam rolls him over and brings him to his hands and knees. Liam’s privately not sure how long he can hold this position, but as Sam rapidly drags both their jeans down and tugs the plug unceremoniously out of Liam’s ass, he also doesn’t think he’ll need to hold it long.
Sam still fingers him thoroughly, though Liam can feel the need coming off him in waves; he feels almost too wet and open by the time Sam’s done, but when Sam pushes into him he remembers, and says, “God, yes… my pussy’s been aching for you all day.”
“That’s my girl,” Sam says, words coming out clipped as he grips Liam’s hips, fucking him with a firm slowness that draws a frustrated noise out of Liam. He tries to push back against Sam for more but Sam holds him in place. “Steady, now. Do you really want this to be over so fast?”
“Nnnneh,” Liam admits, bracing himself a little more firmly.
Sam reaches under him and releases the pumps. When his hands cup Liam’s chest, thumbs teasing over the swollen peaks, Liam makes an even less coherent noise and nearly loses his balance. He can feel Sam’s body shaking with the effort of holding the position and lowers himself to his elbows. It doesn’t give Sam as much room to play with his chest but he doesn’t really need it; Liam’s nipples are so sensitive at this point that the smallest graze is enough to send pleasure arcing through him.
Sam folds himself over Liam’s back and quickens his pace, and for a few minutes the room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, Liam’s soft gasps and whimpers, and Sam’s mingled curses and endearments murmured into the nape of Liam’s neck.
“So—fucking—good—my—pretty—wife—”
Liam shudders on his elbows and knees, unable to voice his own pleasure in anything other than pure wordless sound. He guesses that Sam can figure it out when he feels himself come hard enough to spatter Sam’s fingers where they’re still on Liam’s chest.
Sam lets out an inarticulate noise of his own and Liam feels the slow pulse as Sam comes inside him; just in time, too, for his arms are trembling with the strain. That, though, is something he has ideas about changing tomorrow night.
The plug pushes back into him and then Sam’s easing him onto his side, taking one look at his come-spattered belly and chest (as well as the blanket) and going for a warm wet washcloth. He wipes Liam clean from groin to sternum, kissing each spot after he blots it and in some cases licking it before he blots it. When he gets to Liam’s chest he sucks each nipple clean whether it needs it or not, eyes closing, and Liam lets out two long sighs.
“You were right; that change did come faster than we expected,” Sam says, as though Liam’s body is doing this all on its own and the twin plastic cylinders, which have rolled almost to the edge of the bed with all the movement of the mattress, had nothing to do with it.
Liam gives him a coquettish look. “It’s because your seed’s so powerful, husband mine,” he says, and while Sam’s mouth only turns into the smallest paternal smile, Liam can see a gigglefit lurking in his dark eyes.
“It makes me wonder what else we’ll see.” Sam scoops up the pumps to set them on the nightstand, wipes fruitlessly at the mess on the blanket, and gives up. He drops a towel over it instead before lying back down, pulling Liam close. “What other surprises might come of this.”
If Liam didn’t know Sam better, he’d think Sam had been into the bag from the store after all. Sam doesn’t have that sort of look on his face, though; it seems his speculation is of the purely idle sort.
“There might be something more,” he says, just because driving Sam crazy wondering is one of his favorite things, and the hungry look on Sam’s face is so rewarding. “We’ll have to wait and see.”
Sam slides one hand between them to press it over Liam’s stomach. “Some of this will require more waiting than other things.”
“But think of how happy Laura and Travis will be to know their Critter baby is going to have a companion.”
Sam’s startled into an even wider grin. “I didn’t even think of that!” It’s not like any of them have forgotten that Laura’s pregnant, considering she’s currently consuming her own weight in donuts and pickles daily, but so far the news is only out to a small circle of people, and so it can be pushed to the back of one’s mind. Apparently even more so if one is trying to get one’s husband-wife fantasy pregnant.
They both go quiet for a moment as reality intrudes on their fantasy; while the Bailingham baby is a certainty, there won’t be a companion made by them for it, and the thought is sobering. But then Sam shakes it off, recovers his usual brightness, and asks, “Do you think it’s too early to consider names?”
“I think we’d be doing the world a disservice if we didn’t at least consider honoring the game with the names.”
They reach for their phones as they begin pondering ideas. Sam texts Amy: Liam has been kidnapped by a squadron of Keyleth cosplayers (to which she responds, they’ll give him back when they realize he’s higher maintenance than Vax). Liam texts Quyen: Sam got hit over the head with programs by Mary Elizabeth and Jennifer but I don’t think there’s any damage (to which she responds, oh honey, you know he came pre-damaged).
By the time they’ve determined that the baby’s name should at minimum be Lady Baron Vax-Vex-Vix-Vox-Vux de Rolo Gilmore Poobah Monstah Shorthalt of the Air Ashari—regardless of gender—Liam’s turned out the light and their voices drift back and forth in the dark, until Liam proposes they add of Whitestone in there somewhere as well and is met only with a soft snore.