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Content TW: D!tobias erin rodgers|ticci toby×S!trans!male reader , strangers to lovers , fingerfucking , slight degradation kink , dom/sub , sex toys , front hole sex, toby has a praise kink (who could have known) , creampie, possessive behavior , dirty talk , porn w/ plot , use of the terms boy pussy, boy cunt, cunt, & clit

all dogs get a slice of heaven

6.2k words

You learned to love being alone. With no one to bother you except the occasional raccoon in your garbage or deer sighting, you lived a peaceful life in your little wooded home. That was until one night you hear a noise from the backyard that you cannot ignore. The last thing you expect to find is a large, dirty man passed out in your wood pile.

You had come to love being alone. In your tiny home surrounded by beautiful woods, bothered by no one and nothing but the occasional racoon in your garbage, you were at peace. You had spent so long learning to live for yourself that you forgot to feel lonely most days. You find value in silence and the beauty of solitude. However, there were some nights when you felt a dull ache in your chest, yearning for something you could not have. You sometimes find yourself wondering if the touch of another would ease that pain. Then there were the beginnings of late evenings when you pined for a different kind of solace.

The clock on your bedside table was telling you that it was only 10 p.m. You often retired early, tired from the constant upkeep of the land around your home to make sure nature did not over-take it. Your publisher is pushing for one more chapter of your latest novel, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to focus. You’ve been stuck in a slump for weeks. It’s been increasingly harder to sleep, and tonight was no different. Each time you closed your eyes, you could not ignore the pulse between your thighs. A certain hunger has been building inside of you since dinner. Pressing your thighs together, you let out a quiet sigh at the small amount of relief it gave your needy boy pussy. It would not be enough.

Opening your eyes, you began to think to yourself. What was so wrong with treating yourself tonight? God only knows the stress you’ve been under with work deadlines. You deserve this.

Your feet touch the wooden floors once you toss off your covers, walking towards the dresser across from your bed. Your underwear drawer was the hiding place for your toys. Taking out your favorite silicone cock, you lay back on your bed with your pajama pants and boxers discarded. You reach down to give your clit a teasing touch, just enough to make yourself gasp from the shock of pleasure it sends through you. You can feel the slick your boy pussy gushes, making your inner thighs wet. You’ve waited hours to touch yourself, excitement building inside of you as you lowered your toy towards your hole, fingers rubbing at your cunt with lustful fervor.

Just when you were pushing the toy inside yourself, a crash outside interrupts you. You shot upright, trying to register what that could have been. Going with your better judgment, you slip your boxers back on and head to your back porch to take a peek outside. You’ve lived among nature for long enough to know that going solely off curiosity usually was not a bright idea. You found that it was easier to love animals rather than people, but not all animals found it easy to love you. You didn’t want to take the risk of running into an animal you could not fend off on your own, so you take the battery powered lamp you kept just in case on your porch, and walk down the steps onto soft grass.

The light doesn’t travel far, but luckily, it didn’t need to. You spot a crumpled form laying where a neat stack of chopped wood once lay. It was toppled over the ground now, making you suspect that whatever the thing you spotted was had run into it accidentally. It was too small to be a bear, yet too out of place to be a dog. “Hello?” You call without thinking that no animal would understand you. You walk a little further towards the silent figure to check if it were still breathing. When you got close enough, you could vaguely make out a mess of hair. Was this a person? Your thoughts were confirmed when you see it- him move.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” You exclaim, dropping to your knees. The man groans and rolls over again. “Hey, come on.” You shake him, trying to get him to wake up. Your fear was that he was hurt. Even worse, that it was severe. It was at least a forty-five minute drive to the nearest medical center, and that was during the daytime. You had to be infinitely more cautious when driving in the country at night because it was practically pitch black. It was hard to tell how long it would take emergency personnel to arrive, but judging from the way the man hardly moved, you don’t have much of a choice.

“Hang on, I’m going to call someone. Stay still.” You tell the stranger, then go to stand up. Before you can, your wrist is grabbed and held with painful force. The man growls like a dog, his dull nails digging into your skin. “Let go!” You exclaim, taken aback by this reaction. Did this guy not want help?

“I wouldn’t do that… if I were you.” He mutters. He finally opens his eyes, revealing startlingly green irises that seemed to glow in the darkness.

You blink, “What?” The man makes another animalistic snarl, pulling you down by your wrist until you were nearly touching noses. Yeah, okay. You understood. “Fine, no ambulance.” You agree. This made him release you. “But…” He narrowed his eyes. “I can’t just leave you out here. Are you hurt anywhere?” You ask.

“I’m fine.” He pushes himself off the ground, slowly rising until he stands up. At this angle, you could watch his height grow until he was standing straight. He was terrifyingly tall, dwarfing you easily. You swallowed thickly. It was hard not to feel intimidated by his sheer presence, and his size didn’t help that. When you could no longer hold his gaze, your eyes dropped down to meet a dark red stain in his jumper.

“You’re bleeding! Like- shit, badly.” You say dumbly.

“I already said I’m fine, so go fuck off.” The man points in the direction of your home as if shooing away a puppy. He stood this way for a long moment, staring down at you. You turned your head in confusion. This was so fucking weird, you thought right before the man toppled over again, making you scream in horror.

—

It was a long drag into the house (for the man, that was). Having to pull a large man up the porch and onto your couch was far more difficult than you anticipated. You felt like a creep taking this unconscious person inside without him knowing, but you didn’t have much choice. The man wouldn’t allow you to call for help, so unless he planned on bleeding out to death, this was the last plausible option.

You sigh heavily once heaving the stranger onto your couch, laying him on his back. At this angle, you could better inspect the wound. You were no doctor. Slapping a bandaid on whatever injury he sustained was about the best you could do. With a trembling hand, you lift his hoodie to see a bleeding gash on the side of his stomach. Shit. Would a first aid kit be enough to fix this? You’re pulled from your nervous breakdown by another rough grab of your arm. “What are you doing?” The man was staring at you with unblinking eyes. “Trying to take my clothes off, you freak?” He snarls.

“What? No, I was looking at how bad your injury was. I don’t think I can fix it on my own.” You try to explain yourself.

“Then don’t.” His hand goes to cover the gash on his stomach like he was trying to hide it.

“Well, I can’t very well send you away into the woods like this.” Your conscience was having a war with itself. You don’t want a strange, aggressive man in your home. You live alone, and if he tried to harm you, there would be no one to stop him. It wasn’t worth sizing him up because you already knew that he was much stronger than you. Having to bring him inside on your own certainly proved how much more he weighed. His height was another giveaway. Not to mention, of course, the toned muscle of his stomach. On the flip slide, there was no way you could gladly send a severely injured man out and feel good about it. You were the type of person who felt good making other people feel good. You liked seeing smiles on other’s faces because of something you had done for them. Besides, what decent human ignores someone in need?

“Look… we don’t know each other, obviously, but I need you to let me fix you. I think we both know what will happen to you if you don’t.” At this, you hear the man mumble to himself. Weighing his options, maybe.

He brings his arm up to lay over his eyes before speaking. “Fine.” He grunts. You smile at this.

“Stay right there. Don’t move.” You walk towards the hall, then stop and turn your head. “Not even an inch.” As you made your way to the bathroom, you hear a scoff from the couch.

—

“There…” You give the wound a few more dabs before deciding you were satisfied. The entire time you had done this, it had been a challenge to get the man to sit still. He flinched and moved away from your touch whenever you got relatively close to his abdomen. There hadn’t been one appreciative word out his mouth the entire night. Guiltily, you ignored wanting to hear at least a “thank you”. It was nice enough that he was letting a stranger see him shirtless, and what a sight that was. His chest is smooth and muscled, tan skin lightly freckled on his shoulders. You could get a good look at his face now, as well. He is certainly handsome; sexy even. He had brooding eyes and dark eyebrows that dipped into an irritated expression. A large scar spanned from the corner of the right side of his mouth to his cheek, making you wonder about all he had been through. He has those same freckles on his sunkissed cheeks and across his nose. There’s a boyish charm to him but he still held a manly ruggishness that can only come from a life of work. Those arms.

“You done yet?” The man you were just ogling asks. This is where you begin to question yourself. What were you doing treating an injured man like eye candy? You had just been telling yourself helping a man in need was the good thing to do. Now, you were shifting on your knees thinking about how he could toss you over his shoulder with no effort at all.

“I still have to close the wound.” You tell him patiently. It makes your eye twitch in irritation when he moans and slumps back against the sofa. “Let’s remember who got themselves into this mess in the first place.” You allow your obvious annoyance slip. The words are immediately regretted when you saw the flash of something dangerous in the other’s eyes. “Sorry. Just wait a little longer.”

The first aid kit doesn’t provide much. Using a compress dressing and cloth tape, you cover the wound once adding extra spray antiseptic. The man had been lucky that the gash turned out to be much less deep than you thought it was when all the blood and dirt had been cleaned away. He would live if he kept on top of the dressing changes and cleaning around the wound… you think. “That should do it.” You say with a relieved sigh. The man lays back down on your couch dramatically, tossing his legs up over the edge of your couch. He was too large to properly fit on it.

The man had made himself at home in the time it took to fix him up. He didn’t have many manners, that much was obvious. He didn’t care that his dirty boots scuffed your furniture or floors. He stretched out over the couch like he owned it. Where exactly did he come from, and when could he go back?

“Would you like to stay the night?” You ask him politely. The man’s unkempt appearance made you wonder if he actually had anywhere else to go. His eyes light up for a moment, then quickly dissipate. You smile at this. It was cute how he didn’t want you to see his real emotions behind the wall he had put up between you two. “I’ll let you use my shower.” That was the ticket. He sits up and shrugs.

“I don’t care.” He replies. Yeah, right. You lead him to your bathroom with a towel.

“I can try to find fresh clothes that fit you. No promises, though.” You tell him. He waits rigidly by the bathroom door as if he’s afraid to do something he isn’t supposed to. You giggle to yourself as you walk into your bedroom in search of clothing. In doing this, you spot the toy you discarded on your bed in a hurry. How embarrassing. You cringe having to pick it up and place it back in your drawer, unwashed. That would need to be taken care of when this man is finally gone.

Unsurprisingly, there weren’t many options in clothing for the man. All you can find to offer him is an oversized hoodie (which would likely be a little small on him) and your only large pair of boxers. You can only hope that they’ll fit him. “This is all I could find.” You walk back to the man, who was still in the exact same place you left him. He makes a face. “What?” You grunt back.

“This is it?” He asks.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we aren’t exactly the same size.” You gesture to his larger body. The man’s ungratefulness is starting to get to you. For all you have done for him tonight, he only has complaints.

“Oh, I’ve noticed.” He replies, a slight smirk on his lips. Okay, cryptic. You open your mouth to reply, yet nothing comes out. How are you supposed to reply to that? What does it even mean. It startled you so badly that heat begins to rise to your face. Did he notice your body?

“Take a shower.” You place your hands on his chest to push him into the bathroom, but he flinches away.

“Don’t touch me.” He snaps, then slams the bathroom door closed in your face. Alright, noted.

—

Your stove clock tells you that it’s one in the morning. What a miserable night. You used to be able to stay up this late, further even into the God forsaken hours in the morning to write. Now you were spending it taking care of a hostile man you found in your backyard. What a lovely story this will make.

The delicious smell of warm butter invades your small home. You were once again clouded with guilt over the “incident” involving your hands and that man’s hard chest. No. Bad, *bad* thoughts. What was wrong with you? It was true that it had been quite some time since you got laid, it was true that he was just your type: a tad aggressive with a wholly dominant air, pretty eyes, strong arms to keep you safe in. Still, you couldn’t go around frothing at the mouth for a guy you did not know and who you understood would not want you. Maybe it was a good thing you were so isolated. You were a total dog.

“It smells good.” The man’s voice calls. He was standing right behind you, having appeared silent as an apparition. Gasping, you nearly drop the grilled cheese you were going to plate. “What did you make?”

“Jesus, would you… back up a little?” You exclaim. He dips his head and does as he is told, holding his hands behind his back. Adorable… you think to yourself. In some ways, he really is like an untrained puppy. “It’s a grilled cheese. Not much, but it's late and I’m not cooking a full course meal.” You put the plate on the table and sit down. The man does not move. “...Aren’t you going to sit and eat?”

His brows furrow. “That’s for me?”

You laugh, “Of course it is.”

The look of excitement in the man’s eyes makes you melt. He only sat down when you urged him again with a “Come on. Come sit.” You watch him wolf down the grilled cheese with happy hums. “What are you, a dog?” You tease. The way he follows directions and perks up at simple things like food made him appear that way. Apparently, this was not the right thing to say. The other’s expression soured.

“No, I’m a human.” He brings his fingers up to lick the butter from his fingers, eyes dark as they glare. *Shit*. You have to swallow the drool gathering in your mouth. You shift in your seat when feeling the pulse of your cunt. You wouldn’t mind having those fingers inside of you.

“What’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking.” You change the subject to get your mind off of the absolute dirt it was thinking. The man looks suspicious of you. “I’m not gonna report you to the police or anything. It isn’t like you’re a criminal.” He cracks an eerie smile, making you lean away. Right, this guy is scary as hell. You forget that when you’re thinking of how hot he is.

“My name is Toby.” He tells you. With this, he stands and looks around the room. “So… where can I sleep?” Right back to thankless, it seems.

“Well…” You look up in thought. “You’re way too big for the couch, so… guess I’ll be the one camping out here tonight. You can take my bed.” You regretfully make your way to the couch. Spending the night on the small piece of furniture was not how you thought of spending it. Your warm, big bed sounded more pleasant than ever.

“No,” Toby blurted. “You can sleep in your own bed with me.” He says. His expression is hard to read. You want to call it desperation, but that would paint yourself out to be desperate yourself. “I’ll stay on my side of the bed and you’ll stay on yours. Promise.”

“Uh…” You shake your head in confusion. “Why would you want to share a bed with me?” Toby bit his bottom lip. Was he not anticipating being questioned?

“It doesn’t seem fair to kick you out of your bed after all you’ve done for me.” He did have a heart after all. Who were you to disagree? You wanted to get at least a few hours of sleep before your 7 a.m. morning start. Plus, you’d get to sleep next to a ruggishly handsome man for a night.

Smiling, you nod. “Alright. Let’s go to bed, then.” He follows you to your bedroom and once again stands around until you signal for him to get under the covers. You both lay with your backs to one another. Toby was keen on keeping his word… unfortunately.

“Goodnight,” You say. After a minute, Toby replies.

“‘Night.”

—

You wake again only a couple of hours later. Your alarm clock reads “3:32 a.m.” in blinking red numbers. No matter how exhausted you are, sleep will not take you. With a sigh, you go to roll over, but you can’t. Something is holding you in place so roughly that you are unable to move. You try again. This time, you hear a grunt and get a push of warm breath on the back of your neck. *Oh*. Toby was holding you. He tugs your body closer until your flush against his chest. He’s so warm it’s been making you sweat. Normally, you would get weirded out by some guy hugging you in his sleep, but not this time. Actually, you like it. It has been a long since you’ve been touched by anyone. To be cuddled by an attractive man? That was even better.

Before you could start feeling like a creep, Toby ground his hips against your ass. If you could get any more still, you would. He was *hard*. Had you done this to him? No, it was likely super early morning wood. He could be having a wet dream. His boner could be completely unintentional. It was best to try to go back to sleep and never mention it to him. You close your eyes and slow your breathing to calm down. Toby moved his hips against you for a second time. Fuck, how are you supposed to remain calm like this? You gasp as calloused hands began to roam over your chest. You should be thrashing around to get away, but no. It felt *good*. His touch sent tingles down your body. You find yourself wanting to rub your thighs together while Toby explored your sensitive chest. It felt good to be dirty.

With one absent push back of your hips, you were pushed onto your back and caged in by muscled arms. “I knew you liked it.” Toby was grinning with all his brilliant teeth from above you. Your mouth fell open in shock.

“What?”

“You like me.” He says enthusiastically. “You know, like, when you were patching me up and you kept wanting to go further down my stomach.” He visibly lost confidence when he searched your face for confirmation and found none. “You touched my chest before I showered, didn’t you?” He insisted.

“I didn’t mean those things like… like *that*.” You tell him truthfully. What was going on? Toby had been awake, knowing he was hard, knowing you were awake, too, and grinded against you anyway. Did this mean he liked you? That he wanted to *fuck* you? Hell, you would let him if he wasn’t being so confusing.

Toby shifts and tosses himself away from you. “You don’t want me.” He states. “God, what was all the nice shit for? You took me into your house, took care of me, gave me food. What did you do all that for?” He turned to you with an expression of depravement and hurt. The pain in your chest you got from seeing it made you want to tell him anything that would make his grief disappear.

“It’s just what good people do.” You say. “I didn’t want to let you bleed out, and I didn’t want you to go to bed dirty or hungry.” You put a hand on his shoulder. “Hasn’t anyone ever done those things for you before?”

He pauses. “What am I doing here with you?” He asks himself more than you. You grab him before he can get away.

“Toby,” You say sternly. He listens. “I do… *want* you.” You let him go, but he draws closer. He wants to hear it again from your mouth, you can tell. “I don’t know you but I do know that I need you. Just for tonight, will you let me have you?” You had not known each other more than one night, but the way Toby looks at you, gentle and starved, makes you feel as though he had been searching for you all this time.

“Yeah,” He crawls towards you, making you back up until your back is against the headboard. “Fuck, yeah.” His face in mere inches from your own. He licks his lips and looks down at your own, a short pant escaping him “Can I…?” He trails off. You know what he wants. You may want it more than him.

“Fuck me…” You whisper, and he’s on you. His kiss is full of tongue and teeth. There was no semblance of rigidity. He is a starved man and you are there for his taking. You put a hand on the back of his head, making him pause. You pull away to gaze into his eyes. He kissed you like he had no prior experience. That was alright. You could tame a wild dog.

He goes to kiss you again, but you put a hand over his mouth. “Wait.” You tell him. Reluctantly, he sits back on his heels. “You can’t kiss people like that. It hurts, you know.” You could see the embarrassment flashing in his eyes. You chuckle, “Slower… like this.” You press your lips to Toby’s gingerly, pulling away to catch a breath before you’re taking him again. He groans while running his tongue across your bottom lip. You’re *wet*, you know it. You can feel the dampness in your boxers. There is a carnal need that only Toby will be able to satisfy.

Everything is hot, hot, *hot*. “God, I’ve wanted you… all night.” Toby groans. He spreads your thighs open with large hands, sitting himself between them. “You prancing around in only this… You wanted me to ruin ya’, didn’t you? Fuckin’ slut…” Only after him saying this did you remember how you put your boxers back on, not your pajama pants. You must have looked crazy, and incredibly fuckable, apparently. He slides a hand under your shirt, feeling your chest. *Yes*, that’s what you needed. You wanted him to grope at you, tell you over and over how horny you made him.

“Yeah? I made you like this?” You’re breathless.

“Yeah, baby. Fucking look at you- you’re damn gorgeous.” Toby licks up your neck with a growl. That does it. You buck your hips against his thigh, drawing a moan from him. “Baby wants touched? Don’t worry, I gotcha…” He shifts so that his knee presses against your cunt and it’s *heaven*. “Can I… see you?” The man asks with a pant. “Can I take your clothes off?” As soon as he sees a nod, he’s tugging off your shirt and discarding it on the floor. “Damn, you’re handsome under these clothes, too.” Toby dives for your chest, his lips wrapping around one nipple while his fingers play with the other. His calloused hands are pleasantly rough against your skin. He spared no expense when showing his desperation. It makes your whole body tingle with need.

“You thought I was handsome?” Another moan is pulled from your lips as Toby’s hand travels south, under your waistband until he’s fondling your boy cunt. Everything is on fire, but you’re okay with burning as long as it feels this good.

“Mhm,” He moans against your chest. “Perfect. You’re… really wet. I did that?” He asks. The astonishment in his tone makes you laugh.

“Who else?” You say back. You lift his face up to cup his cheek. “You act like you’ve never done this before.” He stares at you. “You have had… sex before, haven’t you?” You question. He still gives no response. It was unbelievable that a man like Toby had never fucked before. Just looking at him made you wonder how many people he’s had to reject. “Sorry,” You shake your head. “Is that even possible?”

“There are… factors. I have a real, uh… taxing job.” Toby replies with an awkward shrug. Unable to think of a counter, you just go along with his answer.

“Okay?” You say through a giggle. You feel bad for laughing when you see how Toby turns away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh.” You tell him sincerely.

“For how old I am? It’s kind of pathetic.” He scoffs.

“Hey,” You lower your tone, trying to ease him back into the moment. Who were you to tease him for his lack of experience when you didn’t have much to begin with? “It isn’t pathetic. Everyone is different. You shouldn’t care about what others think. It only matters how you feel.” He nods and shrugs, but you can tell that he’s still weary to continue. “How about… I show you how to touch me.” He perks up. There goes that doggy imagery again. “I can show you how to *fuck* me.” There it is. He’s looking at you with rounded eyes, mouth agape to let out a pant.

“Yeah, yeah, show me.” He agrees.

With a coo, you take both of his hands in yours to guide them back to your body. “For starters…” You think for a moment of all the things you enjoy doing to yourself: your most sensitive places, how rough you liked to be touched there. “Start off softer, and work up to what you were doing before. It’s kinda shocking to just get- grabbed, you know?” You explain, and he gives a small “mm.” He begins by running his palms over your sides, gripping your hips and waist. “Good,” You tell him. His warm skin brings a pleasant trail of heat wherever he touches. It’s a startling contrast to how he acted when you found him.

He stops at your nipples, waiting for permission with baited breath. “Don’t worry, it’s okay.” You encourage. Toby runs his thumbs over the hard nubs, making your eyes flutter shut.

“Feel good?” He murmurs.

“Feels great.” Your smile seems to reassure him. He roams your body with new found confidence, gently groping your ass and thighs. “Kissing is important, too. Let’s do the same thing we did before.” You tilt his head up to make your lips meet with his. Clearly, he was holding himself back from attacking you again. You find it admirable how well he listened to your needs. “That’s it… You can touch other places now if you’d like.” You tell him ominously. Toby’s eyes light up.

“Here?” He asks with his palm pressed between your thighs. You nod, biting your lip from the shock of pleasure the pressure sends through you. He palms there before seeming to gather enough courage to stick his hand down your boxers.

“Oh!” You exclaim.

“What? Did I do something bad?” Toby rushed out. Chuckling, you shake your head.

“No, your hand is just a little cold. That’s all.”

The man grinned. “Don’t worry. It’ll warm up soon.” His fingers traced your clit, gathering slick on them before pushing them inside of you. You moaned, surprised and elated at the sudden intrusion. “How’s that, prince?” Toby asked through a pant.

“Perfect,” You reply. “You can go faster. You’ll get to fuck me sooner that way.” You snicker. Something feral in Toby awakened then. His fingers sped up, the long digits curling to reach deeper, unknowingly rubbing against your most sensitive spots. Your noises grew louder, urging the man to perfect his awkward fingering. “Toby, yes. That’s amazing, so amazing.” You praise. Toby glowed.

Minutes passed of this before you pulled yourself from the euphoria. You didn’t want to cum yet. Not without Toby. “Al- alright. That should be good. Let’s finish getting you undressed.” You tell him. With a nod, he lays you on your back with your head on the pillows. He released himself from his boxers and your hoodie, leaving his muscular form bare for you to oogle at. Once he placed his hands on either side of you to hover above, you ran your hands over his chest, feeling the soft, dark hair. “Are you ready, Toby?” You ask, butterflies turning your stomach. Were *you* ready?

“Super,” Toby swallowed thickly. “I’ll just, uh…” He slid your boxers off, tossing them behind him. Taking his own cock in his hand, he taps it against your clit a few times, which turns into a couple more times…

“Toby?” You ask. Looking up from what he was doing, he clears his throat.

“Sorry. I got distracted.” This makes you snicker. You wrap your legs around his waist, gently pulling him closer.

“You gonna wait forever?” You tease.

The brunette furrows his thick eyebrows. “No.” He grunts. He shifts around until he finds his balance, then begins to press the head of his cock inside you. It’s a hard stretch, but the burn draws a whine from your lips.

“That… That good, prince?” Toby shivers. He looks adorable with those once angry eyes turned round. His tan cheeks were rosey, making him look a lot more innocent than he had when you first met hours ago.

You can’t help but smile. “It’s great. Keep doing. Don’t stop.”

He nods, then begins to move his hips once he reaches the hilt of his dick. The sound of his hips connecting with the back of your thighs mixes with each other’s moans. “You feel… so good. So wet. So wet for me.” Toby groans. His dick fills up every inch of you that you could never reach on your own; not even with the help of toys. His hot breath against your neck and numbing hold in your waist leave you breathless. Never in your wildest fantasies could you have come up with anything as hot, beautiful, *perfect* as this. Toby made you feel something you never have for another person. Before you could delve into what that feeling may be, Toby lets out a harsh growl. His thrusts were suddenly harder, and his teeth were on you.

“Toby!” You exclaim.

“Shh, shhh,” The man huffs. “So close… Fuck, prince, you’re already getting me close. You’re so damn hot, so sexy. Are you… are you close? Don’t worry. I’ll make us cum together.” One large, calloused thumb starts to rub circles into your clit, making your back arch off the bed. Your mouth opens to let out a scream. “That’s it, baby. Cum with me. Be mine.” Toby sucked at your shoulder. The things this man did to you effortlessly would be unimaginable had it not been for the fact that he was doing them to you right now. He was an eager, quick learner. That was certain.

The fix of his handy work and thick cock pressing against that special spot inside you built up to a blinding, white pleasure. Your moans drowned out any other possible thought. With your walls now clenching down on Toby’s dick, his breathing too became ragged. A stream of curses fell from his lips until his thrusts ended with a few last slow, rough movements. “Fuck, fuck, *fuck*, prince.” He collapsed on top of you once his high ended. A comfortable silence followed where the both of you did nothing but catch your breaths and hold one another’s sweaty bodies.

“You came inside me, didn’t you?” You questioned once enough time had passed. You could feel Toby cringe from his resting place on your chest.

“Yeah. Sorry.” He mumbled.

“It’s fine. Nothing is gonna come from it. Besides you, I guess.” Both you and him gave a weak chuckle. It was hard to tell how much time had passed before you spoke again.

“Are you… going to come back after tonight?” You ask. You thought he may be asleep from how long it takes for him to answer.

“Yeah, I just… I can’t be here every day. My job is, uh… a little different from most people’s.” Toby replied. “Besides, it would probably be for the best if I don’t come back. I’m not good for you - or anyone. Both me and my job are dangerous.” You frown at this and sit up. He follows, but doesn’t look you in the eyes. “Don’t try to ask what I do for work. I ain’t telling you.” There goes your question. With a sigh, you try again.

“I think I understand? I just… are you not telling me because you don’t trust me, or -”

“It isn’t that. It’s to protect you.” Toby cuts you off. “If anyone found out that you knew about me… about all of us…” His voice trailed off.

“Who’s us?”

“Me and the others I work with.” He answers. “I trust you as much as a person who just met you can. It’s not easy for me to trust. Honestly, it shouldn’t be.” He scratches his head. “But… I like this. Not just the sex. I mean all of this. You. You’re nice to me, and as far as I can tell, you don’t want to kill me either.”

“Certainly not.” You agree. This mysterious man was getting farther away from answering any of your questions. You want nothing more than to know him better than anyone, but you know that the last thing you should do is pry. This was the guy who passed out in your wood pile, after all. Surely one night wouldn’t be enough to know everything about him. “For now, can you just tell me if you mean what you said about coming back. I don’t exactly do one night stands with weird strangers, no matter how hot they are.” Toby grins.

“I’m planning on coming back whenever I can. If you keep making those grilled cheeses, that is.”

“Deal.” You laugh. “So does that mean you’ll stay the night?” Your heart races waiting for his answer. The more time you can spend in the presence of this rugged yet kind man, the better.

Toby looks taken aback. “You really want me to stay?” You nod vigorously. A big smile stretched across his scarred face. “Yeah. I’ll stay the night. Fair warning, I’ve got an early morning. Deadlines and stuff.” You pull him down, wrapping yourself around him like a koala to a tree.

“As long as you wake me up before you go, there’s no hard feelings.” You tell him. The once scary man melts against you.

“Sure thing, prince.”

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