note: im not the author and this fanfic has been tossed around so much that i have no idea who the fanfic belongs to, if you know please tell me so i can credit them. All im doing is replacing the names with my friends and I so we can laugh about it. and if you're my mom stop scrolling go read something else :)
Ethan was kneeling in the bathtub, a towel under his knees and another under his hands, his head turned as he craned his neck to watch Alex working. The younger boy swirled the spoon around in the over-large bowl before tapping it against the rim and laying it on the counter. "You know it'll cool down a little once I get it in the bag, but is that good?" Alex bent over next to the tub so Ethan could slowly dip two fingers into the bowl, nodding once.
"It's fine."
Alex nodded again, reaching out to stroke Ethan's hair before standing back up and returning to the sink, where all of the equipment was spread out. The hook was already hanging from the shower curtain so Alex could hang the bag as soon as it was full. "Go ahead and take the plug out, baby." His voice was soft, gentle. "And start with your fingers."
It was the gentlest of their "darker" interludes. No name-calling or hair pulling or punishments for noises of pain. It hurt enough on it's own, was degrading enough on it's own, Alex didn't need to add anything to that.
Alex felt a small tremor run through his body as he heard the soft moan coming from the bathtub, knew the other boy had just extracted the plug. He glanced up at the mirror, watching the boy set the glass plug on the edge of the tub next to the bottle of lubricant. Ethan picked up the bottle, desperate to fill himself as he opened it, dripping some of the lubricant onto his fingers and rubbing them. It was cold to the initial touch, but warmed up as his fingers moved.
"You're so fucking hot like that, baby," Alex purred, from the sink where the bag was nearly half full. "Now, go ahead."
Ethan flushed warm from the compliment, his wrist sliding down along his waist, hipbone, the curve of his ass. And then his fingers were poised, resting against his entrance before pressing in. He was already loose from the plug so it was an easy intrusion. He didn't even bother with more lubricant before pressing a third finger in, moaning outright at the stretch. He started as he heard the click from Alex hanging the bag. "Already?"
"Don't sound so disappointed," the boy chided softly. "You can keep your fingers in for a second." He almost added a soft 'slut', but stopped himself. Alex leaned down, reaching for the bottle of lubricant, letting himself hover over Ethan for a moment, his breath tickling the back of the boy's neck. "Just think about everything I'll do after," he whispered before straightening back up and slicking lube across the tip of the nozzle and his own fingers. "Okay."
Ethan whined, but slowly pulled his fingers out anyway. He wasn't empty for longer than a few seconds, Alex's fingers immediately sliding over his opening before pressing in, then pulling out to press in the tip of the nozzle. "Breathe," he murmured, fingers running down the boy's spine. "I'm going to now, okay?"
"Wait," Ethan choked out.
"I'm going to now," Alex repeated, voice a little harder this time. "You're fine." He kept his fingers running along the boy's spine as he loosened the clamp.
Ethan bit his bottom lip, moaning as he felt the first rush of the warm milk sliding into his body. The beginning of the enema was always like Alex's fingers were now, smooth and soft almost. The cramps would come soon enough, but Alex's fingers would still be the same.
When they started, one of Ethan's hands flew up to his stomach and Alex stopped the flow without a word, letting the other boy massage his abdomen to ease the pain. "Just tell me."
