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31 January 1967

Paul was laying against your chest, facing a mirror. You could see his serene expression and relaxed position, shapely legs parted so your administrations could continue.

You were pushing a simple vibrator in and out of him, a simple sleek white one with controls at the end. It smoothly slid in and out, a comfortable stretch, and vibrations buzzing against his prostate.

He was tired from the day, and enjoying the focus on him, sweetly, lazily moaning as you cradled him, pleasuring him.

Paul had grown a moustache to cover up his swollen lip, and gotten his tooth fixed. Sadly, it wasn't the same as before. His left tooth used to overlap the right one a bit, giving him an endearing imperfection.

The mustache was sort of silly. The first time you saw it, you couldn't help but erupt into a fit of giggles, much to Paul's indignation. Once you got used to Paul's first attempt at facial hair, you warmed up to it. It was the same color as his head hair, a nice contrast to his pale skin, sitting just above his plump pink lips.

"See yourself?" You glanced up at the mirror "There won't ever be a man born as beautiful as you."

He lazily opened his sleepy eyes, and looked down his cheeks at his reflection. You'd set it up so that Paul could get a good look at himself. Perhaps see what you did.

"They all wish they were half as lovely as you"

Paul just responded in hums each time, he couldn't be bothered to form words today.

There were girls outside, some noise. They were excited that the bedroom light was on, signifying Paul was home.

Paul himself was too focused on the toy to notice the sounds.

"What would those girls say if they saw you like this?" You smiled mischievously. "I bet they imagine what you would be like fucking them, all suave and dominant."

"I'am suaven' dominant." Paul mumbled, half forming the words.

Suppose he could be.

"Well, you do take the lead too. But you're not exactly a romance-novel love interest as you do." You snorted. "You go at it like a little rabbit."

You pressed the toy harder into his prostate, and Paul arched his back harshly and hissed, craning his head back into your shoulder.

Paul groaned as the vibrations focused on his prostate.

"Low'r, lower, don't wanna cum jus' yet." Paul hissed, his eyes squeezed shut.

You complied, turning the vibrations down. Paul let out a sigh of relief, getting back into the enjoyment of it, no goal in mind.

He tilted his head, looking up towards you, though his eyes were closed and sleepy. You were pushing the toy in and out of him with one hand, the other curled around his bare chest.

Paul looked so nice in the mirror. So sweet and sleepy, shamelessly displaying himself being pleased. His legs were apart, shifting when the prosthetic dragged against his prostate particularly nicely. His member rested gently against his stomach, not in a particular hurry to release. He leaked the odd bead of precum onto his soft skin. His hands lay resting on either side of him.

Paul turned his head again, his mouth finding yours. His lips were soft and sweet, and his moustache tickled your upper lip. You weren't used to the sensation. He didn't kiss with the same level of intensity he did. He was lazy about it.

Paul opened your mouth, and pushed in his warm moist tongue. You reciprocated happily, taking in the organ, then gently biting his lip.

Paul's front teeth clicked against yours. He moaned against your lips when the vibrator dragged against him just right. He didn't shift his hips more than a slight amount.

He pulled back slightly, looking up at you amorously. He was getting there, eyes a bit hazy. Usually Paul would be getting louder, more erratic, perhaps beg and plead, but today there was no rush. He'd let it slowly be coaxed out of him.

Paul laid there for ages, the soft vibrations filling the room. Inevitably, his prick swelled, getting angrier, his release building. His breaths got heavier as it neared.

"Come on bunny," You said. "You're almost there."

Paul stretched out his lovely body, straightening his arms and tilting his neck back. He let out the sweetest sounds, very deep in his throat and drawn out. He had his eyes still closed peacefully, a wide smile on his pretty face. He thrust up slowly, the warm fluid spurting from his slit, landing back down on his nude body.

"Oh, that's nice" you said sweetly, caressing his soft chest.

Paul cracked his eyes open, gazing dreamily at yours as he came down from it.