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Marshall’s self control had never been too good. He had a tendency to overindulge in things that he really shouldn’t have. He knew he had this tendency, yet was still surprised when he found himself in Oliver’s room.
He had known since they got sat next to each other in maths class. He only had to see Oliver once, with his dark brown hair and soft, tanned skin. His flushed pink lips and toned shoulders. And Marshall had known, that Oliver would be his.
It had only taken a few weeks to memorise his schedule, find his address and socials. Oliver was not careful with his information, and made Marshall’s job much easier than it should have been. It’s like he wanted Marshall to find him, and use him. It’s as if he knew.
But of course, that’s just what Marshall convinced himself as he watched Olly sleep. The first few nights, he had just sat and stared at Olly with the light from Olly’s lamp: the rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips were slightly parted and face flushed with warmth, in awe. He was so beautiful. He had to be Marshall’s. After some time, Marshall built up the courage to touch him - just softly, on his muscular chest and arms, or his soft cheeks. Just to feel how it felt, up close.
Marshall’s second flaw was that he had no patience.
So in time, he began to pull Olly’s bed covers back. The first time, he stared in shock at his vulva, in utter surprise that he had gotten that lucky. Marshall liked anything, but he definitely had a preference for pussies, and he could not believe his luck. At first, he had been cautious, and just stood over the bed, touching himself through his loose joggers. Staring at the dips and curves, and the freckles and hair spread over Olly’s body. Olly was so utterly perfect for him, moulded to fit against Marshall perfectly. Olly was meant to be his.
The first time, Marshall was the most cautious.
He had figured by now that Olly was an extremely heavy sleeper, so did not worry when pulling the covers back, and gently straddling his toy. He sighed gently as he stroked Olly’s lower stomach, the soft skin warming his fingers. He gently pulled his boxers down, letting his hard cock spring up. He briefly wondered if Olly was big enough to take seven inches - Olly was strong, but only around 5’7, and delicate. Marshall decided that he didn’t care, because Olly would have to learn to take him all either way.
“Shit.” Marshall whispered as his tip began to drip because of his dirty thoughts. He leaned down and rubbed it just above Olly’s dick.
“Fuck- you’re such a good boy. Such a good toy for me, oh my god.” Marshall groaned as he trailed his dick lower, all the way down to Olly’s hole. He observed Olly one more time before gently pushing his cock into Olly’s dry pussy.
“Such a little tease for me, you aren’t even wet yet.” Marshall mumbled, and began to jerk Oliver off to get him wetter.
“Mm-“ Olly whimpered in his sleep, as he squirmed underneath Marshall.
“I wonder what you’re dreaming about baby. Are you dreaming about me? Are you getting fucked raw by me in your fantasies?” Marshall deluded himself.
Olly’s warm folds had gotten significantly wetter, and Marshall couldn’t be patient any longer, so he practically buried himself inside of Olly in one stroke.
“Ah-“ Olly moaned through his sleep, trying to tighten his legs.
“Oh my god.” Marshall moaned loudly, “Your pussy is so perfect.”
Marshall was reeling with how good Olly’s hole was. It was everything he had imagined and more. It was so wet and warm around his cock, so tight and small. He could feel his dick bulging through Oliver’s tummy, and pressing against his squishy cervix.
He pulled out slowly, watching his cock come back out glistening with Olly’s wetness. That image almost made him explode right then and there, but he knew that he had to savour this moment. Marshall pushed his tip back in slowly, feeling Olly’s tight walls cramp around it as he sheathed himself inside.
“You-you’re so good. You’re such a good toy for me. A-all for me to use.” Marshall panted as he began to pull his cock in and out rhythmically. Olly was the best thing he had ever felt. He knew no one would ever make him feel this good again. He knew Olly was what he needed, forever. To just pump him full of milk every day would be Marshall’s dream.
“P-please..” Olly muttered in his sleep, into Marshall’s ear. Unsurprisingly, it sent Marshall over the edge. “F-fuck, fuck!” Marshall whimpered as he bit into Oliver’s neck, and felt his balls tighten.
His semen shot straight into Olly’s womb, exploding all over his warm walls as Olly whimpered gently. He felt his balls empty their boiling hot cum into Olly’s stomach, and briefly hoped it would flood his guts. Marshall pumped his human toy full of his thick, hot milk for over a minute, until it began to flood all over his dick, and he pulled out gently.
Marshall’s cum began to pour out of Olly’s tight hole and run all down his ass.
“We can’t have my cum just come out of you, can we my slave?” Marshall said in a daze as he reached under Olly’s pillow for the vibrator he had watched him use numerous times through the window. He pushed it into Olly easily and plugged Olly’s stomach full of Marshall’s seed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, my toy.” Marshall said as he left abruptly, without cleaning up or resting at all.
And when Olly awoke in the morning and saw his vibrator inside him, covered in cum, he briefly hoped that it hadn’t been himself in his sleep. He hoped that it had been the guy that sat next to him in maths.