Emery [bxb]

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"'Sup, E?"

"I'm so sexually frustrated," Em greets, dropping onto the couch beside me with a sigh.

"Aly still not putting out?"

"As I've said two or three or a hundred thousand times already, purity ring, Brandon!"

"Well, you have a hand; why don't you use it?"

"I tried," he whines. "It just doesn't do it for me anymore."

We manspread on the couch while studying, Emery's leg on top of mine and my knuckles gently grazing the skin above his kneecap. Emery is fidgety, and it's getting obvious that his efforts to study are futile.

"Alright. Get up." I stand up and Emery regards me with wide eyes.

"Where're we going?"

"To the nearest sex shop. We're getting you some toys."

Once we get there, I skip right past the fleshlights. There are lots of dildo options at the toy store. Vibrating. G-spot. Anal. Inflatable. Double. Double-ended. Realistic. Classic. I can afford it, so I buy something even better for Emery. An actual dildo machine. Realistic thrusts at configurable strengths. Multiple sizes. Not too bulky. It's pretty fuckin' sweet.

"What's a good lube," a nervous Emery asks.

"Tears and spit, Em."

But I snag some off the shelf because I don't want him to hurt himself.