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I should open up wide and swallow him. But I behave like I said I would. I watch as he turns on his heel, and I stand on wobbly legs as I follow him down the small hallway to his room.

“I need to wash my hands. Fish juice doesn’t belong on my dick.”

I couldn’t care less about that. I’d take his fish dicks any day.

When he’s done, we stand there in the dark, both of our chests heaving, our cocks hard and leaking. I won’t make the first move, but I sure as hell can prod.

“Come on. Show me,” I tell him, and he lets out a small whimper, a small assent. He wants this just as much as me.

He doth protest too much.

“I have quite a few to choose from.”

I squeeze my dick in excitement. “Show me all of them.”

Dr. Sinclair seems unsure, almost like he wants to say no, but then he moves toward the bedstand and pulls open a drawer.

And I see it. I see it all.

So many toys, so many possibilities.

“This doesn’t mean that I’m going to use them while you watch.”

“How about I use them on you while you watch,” I say, and Dr. Sinclair rolls his eyes, even though I can see the flush on his cheeks.

He likes that idea.

A lot.

“Absolutely not,” he says, as he lies down on the bed, his legs spread, his hand grabbing the lube.

I move toward him, picking out a dildo from the drawer. A big one. Probably as big as me. I want to watch as it slides inside of him, want to imagine that it’s me who’s doing the fucking.

“This is breaking all sorts of rules,” he says as he squirts some lube onto his fingers and reaches between his legs. “We absolutely must stop.”

I kneel on the bed, watching as his fingers push inside of him, opening himself for me.

“Fuck yes,” I say as I stroke my dick. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I want more. I want to see it all.

“You should turn around and not watch,” he says as he pushes another finger inside of himself.

I huff a small laugh, his little protestations won’t work on me. I get why he’s saying them, plausible deniability, but I swear I wouldn’t turn my back on this if it could save my life.

No, I’d die trying to see him stuff himself full.

And I’d die a happy man.

“Mr. Winslow,” he grunts and then arches his hips up, his cock spurting precum from the tip. I watch it leak, wetting my lips. I want to fall on it, want to suck him into the back of my throat, want to hear him come again.

“Everly, call me Everly, Dr. Sinclair,” I say and I watch as his eyes settle on me, three fingers up his ass, the other squeezing his cock.

“Then you have to call me Silas.”

I nod, loving the sound of that. What a sexy name. “Okay then, Silas, show me what you got.”

I set the dildo down next to him and he picks it up. It’s long and thick, perfect for fucking. And he must think so too because a second later, his fingers have slipped from his hole and the tip of the silicone cock is entering it.