Get out

Wet (nsfw)

Leaving Eddy looking all vulnerable in the cuffs was one of the hardest things he'd done in a while, and after telling the new guy to check if the prisoner needed anything in an hour or so, he headed for his room again.

He felt the drowsiness make his eyelids heavy as he slowly unbuttoned the black shirt that he had put on before talking to Eddy. His mind flashed to an image of his prisoner unbuttoning it for him, but a light slap to his own cheek snapped him out of that.

"You left these feelings years ago, just bury them again, you idiot," he muttered to himself as he pulled up his sweatpants and dumped down on his bed. He crawled under his duvet, laying on his back with his head resting heavily on silky bed sheets.

Brett stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom for what felt like hours, trying his best to make his mind shut up and let him sleep without all these thoughts. Every time he closed his eyes he could see his face, could feel the moment the pressure between his legs increased as Eddy pushed his hips up. It was wrong to want it, and he knew that.

His eyes kept drooping closed as sleep overtook him, but every time he forced them open. That was until he couldn't fight it anymore, and the memory of Eddy's hot breath against his chin filled his mind.

...

"Come on, Brett, you know you want this," Eddy purred. Brett's eyes flew open to see Eddy's face staring up at him from between the silk sheets. His hands were free, reaching up to caress his cheek.

"I... I do, but... " Brett stuttered, voice trailing off when Eddy pushed his hips up, letting their groins brush against each other. He hadn't realized how hard he was until he felt Eddy's equally hard trouser tent.

"Have me, Brett, please," Eddy whimpered, and the next thing Brett knew he was on his knees between Eddy's legs, pressing his erection against Eddy's opening. How he'd gotten there was a bit blurry, but god did he want this.

"We shouldn't, Eddy, your... Your girlfriend... " Brett whispered, despite wanting nothing more than to push his hips forward. He let out a moan when Eddy pushed his hips up, taking him in!

"Forget her, I want you," he groaned, wrapping his legs around Brett's hips to keep him there. Brett could feel his orgasm sneaking up on him faster than he expected.

"Eddy, Eddy...! I'm gonna... "

...

Brett's eyes flew open just as the orgasm washed through him like a tsunami. He found his hand down the front of his sweatpants, covered in his own cum. His hair was clinging to his forehead with sweat.

"Holy fuck," he gasped, feeling ashamed of himself as he tried to catch his breath. Eddy was his prisoner! And he had a girlfriend! This was as far from okay as Brett thought it could get.