just look at me now

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robert was woken by the sudden sting of sunlight against his eyes. his whole face burned with the heat of the burning sun. sluggishly, he turned over and flung his arm across the bed. faintly registering a dull ache in his ass. the absence of his lover was enough to make him blink open his eyes, still heavy with sleep. he was certain simon had been there last night. the aching in his lower half confirmed that. it was unusual for him to leave before robert woke up, usually looking forward to robert's sweet sleepy demeanour, waking him with slow kisses.

robert kicked off the thin bedsheets and swung his legs over the side of the bedframe. yawning, he began to slowly piece the fuzzy memories of last night together. scanning the floor, he noticed something strange. there were no stray clothes at the bedside. he looked over to his suitcase, overflowing with fabric. walking over he felt even stranger. his ass felt... strange. while rummaging through his suitcase he realised two things: all of his trousers and boxers seemed to have disappeared, and something on his body was catching the light in the mirror beside him.

he turned around and stood on his toes, bending over slightly to get a better view, and suddenly the events of the night before came flooding back...

  simon still hovered over him. the air in robert's hotel room was thick with the smell of sex. thanks to the combined powers of the sex and the substances they had consumed beforehand, everything felt floaty and decadent. he was completely fucked out. all sleepy and sticky. his mind was still processing the orgasm that had immobilised him just moments before. a thin trickle of cum dripped down his thigh and slow kisses travelled up over his collarbones, across his jaw and along the shell of his ear, taking a moment to nibble the lobe before reaching over to the bedside table. a glint of metal entered roberts vision. it was the egg shaped toy simon has pulled from his suitcase earlier. palm sized and shiny with a red gem on the base 'matches your lipstick' simon had teased.

  'lets try this on for size eh' he spat onto the tapered tip and lowered it. slowly pushing in. robert let out a quiet squeal at the stretch. the cold base was pressing against his arse and the sensation of being held open was indescribable. slightly sore but lovely and slutty. simon reached to touch the red gem on the end. pressing the plug in further, making robert whine. the stimulation was all too much for his fucked out state. 'gorgeous' simon whispered  and slowly eased robert's legs together. pushing him onto his side so he could finally drift off into a comatose rest

his face flushed, mirroring the red glint in the mirror. it was too new of a sensation to get used to. he could barely walk straight and simon was nowhere to be found. bastard probably left just after robert fell asleep and nicked all his trousers and boxers while he was at it. he needed to get his hands on simon- but how could he? he sucked in a breath and grabbed a long shirt from the overflowing suitcase. it didnt cover much but it would do. at least for the walk down to corridor to simons room. robert figured he could hold the shirt down at the front for a bit of modesty but that still left his lower bum sticking out... still showing the base of the plug.

hesitantly, he swallowed his pride and snuck out the door. terrified to make a sound at risk of waking somebody. the second the door shut behind him he was struck with fear. what if someone caught him? his heart raced at the thought. simon's room was only five doors down. manageable enough, or so he thought. the his morning wood and the added stimulation of the plug was truly dangerous. no! he couldn't get hard now. made it all so much more embarrassing. he pulled his shirt down even further at the front, though it still made an obvious tent in the fabric. he was utterly humiliated yet the fear of being caught just made even him harder. he could just imagine simon laughing at him now. dickhead was probably thinking about this last night when he pulled his little trick.

it was hard to walk with the dull ache in his ass. his mind was racing with anger towards simon. finally at the bastard's door he raised his hand to knock, but stopped himself. only tapping with a knuckle. he couldn't wake anyone. 'simon' he hissed at the door; frantically rapping against the hard wood. 'simon you bastard wake up' he was frantic and furious and so fucking hard it was hard to formulate any thought beyond simon.