"Umm." I heard Tom say as I walked into the bedroom. I glanced over at him as he sat against the headboard of the bed. He was biting his lip and his cheeks were slightly pink.
"What?" I asked, tilting my head. He wrinkled his brow as if something was wrong. He looked down at the bed sheets and picked at the fabric awkwardly. "Dude, for real what is the issue?"
"I want to try something." Tom whispered, his blush deepening. I put my hand on my hip and looked at him. He always did this, whenever he wanted to try something new he would get all nervous about asking. It was actually really adorable to see him all apprehensive and shit.
"Okay, so what is it?" I could tell by how the sheet was moving that he was more than likely playing with his dick under there. Oh, Thomas. You dirty boy.
"We never really do much..." he paused, glancing up at me, his face now burning red from whatever nasty thought he had running through his mind. "...back door play." I looked at him, now feeling my own heat creep into my face. He was right, we didn't really try much anal play. He was rather big, I was rather small. Yes, it felt good after a while, but the discomfort to get there wasn't really worth the payoff in the pleasure. But I was a sportive lassie, and I had a habit of trying to tackle the thing I had failed at over and over again. If Tom wanted to try again, then my pride would call me to attempt again. I did want him in every way I could have him. Who wouldn't honestly? He was Tom Fucking Hiddleston after all.
"If you really want to." I said, I noticed that he wrinkled his brow at my words.
"Er..."
"What?" I asked, what did he want? I said he could fuck my ass. You would think a man would be excited about that. He picked at the bed sheets some more. He must just be worried about hurting me.
"I'm a little nervous."
"Oh, baby. Don't be nervous. It really isn't that big of a deal last time you didn't hurt me that bad–" He looked up at me quickly and bit his lip again.
"Darling–" he stammered over his words and got out of bed. My eyebrows shot up at the sight of his naked body, cock already at full attention. God damn, he really did want it. I wonder how long he had been thinking about asking me this. The thought of fucking my ass again had probably been running circles in his mind for more than a week given how he was acting. The idea of him writhing in sexual frustration filled me with a sense of joy. He walked over the closet and pulled out a black shopping bag.
"Ooh! What's that?" I asked. Gifts! I love gifts! Maybe it was a butt-plug, that could help with this situation. The possibilities ran through my mind, I wondered how big it could possibly be, was it silicone? Glass? Smooth metal? Oh, that might be uncomfortable. Or maybe he was being so awkward about it all because he got me one of those butt-plugs that had the tails attached. I wouldn't mind having a bunny tail one, that would be cute as fuck. I clapped my hands excitedly as he moved back over to the bed with the bag.
"I-I-er-well..." he ran his fingers through his messy hair. "Fuck it, I'll just show you." He turned the bag over and dumped the contents on the bed. My eyes widened, and I blinked at what I saw. This was not what I was expecting at all.
"Is this?" I picked up the first thing my hand touched. "A strap-on harness?" I asked. Tom looked at it and then at me.
"Ye-yes." he whispered. I looked down and picked up the next thing, it was a dildo with a flared base. It was black, made of smooth silicone, it had a slight phallic shape, but wasn't all that 'dick-ish'.
"So, you want me to put this..." I held up the dildo and raised my eyebrow. ".. In your ass?" He parted his lips as if he was going to say 'yes' but he stopped and looked down. Was he ashamed? "Hell yes." I whispered and Tom looked up and me and blinked.
