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There were bad days.
Then there were bad days.
Today?
Today was in the running for being the worst day of his life.
Verso took a deep breath and stared at the nurse who was giving him the most unimpressed look he'd ever seen, so Verso steeled himself and said the sentence he had spent the entire drive to the hospital psyching himself up to say.
"I am wearing a cock ring, and the latch to remove it broke. I cannot take it off. I have tried," he managed, through gritted teeth. "It is stuck, it is made of Titanium, and will not come off."
The nurse stared at him and Verso did his best not to squirm, still holding his sweater that he didn't need, in front of himself.
"How long has it been stuck?"
Verso took a deep breath and looked at the clock over her shoulder. "Two hours," he admitted, trying not to fidget under her intent gaze. "I tried a lot of ways to get it off first, and then drove here." He wasn't sure if the nurse was trying not to laugh at him or not, but he certainly would be in her situation.
The nurse nodded and made a note. "And you have maintained an erection this entire time?"
Verso looked at the ceiling and cursed his partner, his damn decision to give a titanium, fitted cock ring a try, and the flimsy craftsmanship of the fucking latch. "Unfortunately, yes."
"Take a seat. We'll need to admit you so we can remove it."
"Thank you," Verso said, choosing a seat off in the corner of the hospital waiting room, keeping his lap pointedly covered as he breathed in deep. It was going to be a month before he could get hard again without being ashamed or having a fucking panic attack over it. He leaned his head back against the wall and tried to keep breathing.
Maybe it was time that he swore off sex. If this is what his luck was going to be like, he was better off with a collection of sex toys that he could use on himself rather than men who seemed determined to disappoint him, despite his best efforts.
Verso breathed deep and tried not to keep shifting, because squirming was making it worse.
But it would be over, soon it would be over. He'd have to endure a couple of nurses, a few very terrifying moments with equipment near his cock that he would rather never know about, and then he would be free to return home to his future celibate life of masturbatory monotony.
Just a little bit longer, and he would be free.
"Verso Dessendre?"
Verso lifted his head and looked at the nurse and stood up, keeping his jacket carefully positioned as he made his way back to the examination rooms, taking deep breaths. He reminded himself, again and again, that it could be worse. He could be one of those people who'd shoved something up his ass and ended up being complained about anonymously on Reddit. He had, at least, not sunk that far. No, he'd had a very normal piece of equipment break, and now he couldn't take it off. It wasn't his fault, he didn't need to pretend he'd fallen on some weird ornament or-
"Sir?"
Verso blinked himself back to attention and looked at the hospital gown that was being handed to him. He flushed. "Ah, right."
"Please go ahead and change, and the nurses will be in to take your vitals."
Verso nodded. "They uh," he looked at the nurse who was staring at him, clearly exhausted, but waiting. "They know I'll have an erection, right? I just. I don't want to make any of them uncomfortable."
The nurse softened and nodded. "I'll make sure they're aware of the situation." She smiled faintly. "Don't worry too much, we'll get it off of you and you on your way as quick as we can."
Verso gave her a relieved smile and took a deep breath, stripping off his shirt and sweats that he'd worn to the hospital, slipping the gown on, climbing up on the bed. After an awkward moment of consideration, he reached out and grabbed his sweater and settled it over his lap, sighing loudly. No need to jumpscare any nurse with an erection that would not go away.
Verso took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Just a little bit longer and he would finally be free of this fucking mess.
~!~
"Verso Dessendre?"
Verso lifted his head and watched another nurse step through the curtain and close it back around them, giving him the illusion of what was supposed to be privacy, he was sure. "That would be me. The most embarrassed man in the building."
The nurse chuckled and stepped closer, holding out a blood pressure cuff to wrap around his arm. "I'm Sciel, I'll be helping you with your stubborn problem this evening."
Verso groaned and let his head fall back. "Do you have to-"
"Yes, I have to say it like that," Sciel said, giving him a nudge. "And trust me, you're not the most embarrassed man in the building. That would be the man who is currently in surgery for a removal of an item that I can't discuss further."
Verso laughed, despite himself and gave her a look. "To be fair, it's not the erection that's the problem. It's the cock ring."
Sciel shrugged and began to take a reading, watching the cuff as she counted. "Still results in the same problem." She let out a whistle. "Little high, but not that strange considering the circumstances." She pulled the cuff away and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Want to give me a rundown of what happened?"
"Not particularly," Verso grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Was having a rather boring time with a gentleman who had bought me a custom-sized cock ring made of titanium. I am not immune to expensive gifts that are tailor made for me, so I agreed to try it out."
Sciel chuckled. "Tracks so far, so what happened?"
Verso let out a gusting breath. "While the evening started as planned, neither of ourselves were having as much fun as we wanted to. We agreed to mutually end the evening, and when he went to take the ring off, the latch broke." He could still remember the moment of absolute fucking panic on his face before he had let himself out of the apartment, leaving Verso to deal with the mess afterward. "He, upon realizing that he didn't have a way to get the custom-sized cockring he'd bought off of me, panicked, and left me, naked and tied up on my bed."
Sciel winced. "Fucking yikes."
"Understatement," Verso muttered. He sighed and tossed his hair over his shoulder. "After I released myself from the ropes, which, thankfully, he hadn't tied all that well, I went about trying to remove it myself. I tried oil," he paused, and clarified. "Scented massage oil, skin safe, of course. I tried lubricant, I tried cold water, and-"
"No success based on the fact that you're sitting in a hospital bed with a very obvious sweater in your lap," Sciel finished, nodding. "First off, find better men, because fucking hell, it's not your fault this thing fucking broke."
Verso laughed at her candor and nodded. "I'm swearing off anyone, men or women, or for the future."
Sciel tapped him on the shoulder. "You could probably press charges against him if you wanted to. Or you could give me his name and phone number and I'll go beat him up for you."
"As satisfying as that might be, considering what happened," Verso said with a deep breath. "I'd really just like to get the cock ring off and go home and go to bed if it's all the same with you."
"Understandable," Sciel agreed, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "All right, I'm going to go let the doctor know, and then we'll make a plan. Do you need anything in the meantime? Water, or anything else?"
"If you see my sense of shame on the way out..." Verso trailed off and watched her laugh, smiling as he leaned back against the too-thin pillow and took a deep breath. It was almost over, almost over.
~!~
Something was wrong.
No one had admitted that something was wrong yet.
But the parade of people that had included another two nurses, a doctor, a surgeon, the nurse clearly in charge, and another surgeon...
Didn't mean anything good.
If one more person came into his room and gave a worried hum without saying a word, he was going to scream. It was a cock ring. It should not need surgical removal. There should be nothing surgical needed, just a cutting tool and-
"Well this is a first."
Verso looked at Sciel, his heart cratering down to his stomach as he looked at her wry grin. "Please tell me you don't need to amputate my dick. Please."
Sciel smiled. "We don't need to amputate your dick." She took a deep breath. "However, there is a problem."
Verso took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, trying to steel himself for whatever the hell this problem could be. "Which is?"
Sciel reached out for the chair at the side of his bed and sank down into it. "Most of the time, on websites that offer this sort of customized cockring, the "titanium" rings are nothing more than titanium plated in order to prevent people with metal allergies having issues. Those are easy to handle. We see those often around here."
"Let me guess," Verso started. "Mine is not titanium plated."
"Nope," Sciel said, popping the 'p' as she stared at him. "Yours is, in fact, pure titanium, which, pity the sex was bad and that guy abandoned you, this wasn't cheap and he shelled out for something customized? Would have told you to take advantage of that and see what other toys he would buy you."
"Right," Verso swallowed. "Since I am never going to see him again, and good riddance, if we are honest, what does that mean for getting this cock ring off of me?"
Sciel crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a wry grin. "That's the problem. There are two ways that is coming off of you. One of which is with a laser-"
"You are not putting a laser anywhere near my dick!" Verso protested, covering it with his hands... though it wasn't really needed with the sweater he had on his lap.
"Which isn't an option because of the radiation and how it can impact everything downstairs for men in general," Sciel continued, giving Verso a pointed look. "But that leaves our other option as a diamond saw."
Verso's eyes widened. "A... a diamond saw?"
Sciel nodded. "However."
Verso groaned. "There's more?"
"The hospital does not have a diamond saw. Save for limb removal in surgery. Which cannot be used for this," Sciel continued. "Which means we have one option, and one option only."
Verso stared at her in despair. "Which is what, precisely?"
Sciel grinned and raised her eyebrows. "We're going to call the local Fire Department to bring their diamond saw down so they can cut the ring off of you to restore blood flow."
Verso dropped his face into his hands and groaned, loudly. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"I am not," Sciel said, fighting down a laugh. "Mortifying as that is, that's the reality you're facing."
Verso groaned louder.
"However," Sciel said, and met Verso's eyes. "Because I am absolutely fucking wonderful and feeling rather bad for you since none of this was your fault. I called in a favor at the fire department with one of my friends. He's going to be coming down alone, with the saw. No big fanfare of the department, just one guy with a saw."
Verso let out a relieved breath. "Okay, that... I can, I can deal with that if the entire department isn't coming down here."
Sciel nodded. "I can't promise that they won't find out what he's doing here, because you and I both know they are going to ask. However you're not going to have to deal with a team of men standing around you watching this get cut off of you, it's going to be just me and Gustave."
"Right," Verso said, nodding. "Then I guess you'd better call him."
Sciel grinned, her lips widening as she raised her eyebrows, staring him down. "Luckily for you, I already did that, Verso. He'll be here in about twenty minutes, and then we'll work on getting this cut off of you." She stood up from the chair and put it off to the side. "Now there's one final question."
Verso narrowed his eyes at her, because by the steadily growing grin on her face, it couldn't be anything good. "What is that?"
"Do you need me to get the pregnancy stirrups, or are you flexible enough to spread your legs wide so he can get the angle he needs to?" Sciel asked and watched Verso's entire face flush with a blush as she cackled.
"I have no dignity left," Verso muttered, covering his face with a whimper. "I'm flexible enough that you don't need to get the pregnancy stirrups." It was normally something that he was quite proud of, just how flexible he was, but right now, it was just one more thing that was laughable about the situation that he had found himself in the middle of.
Sciel let out a low whistle and studied him. "Flexible, hot, and willing to be tied up? Bad sex guy really struck out with you, huh?"
Verso shook his head and flopped back on the bed, glaring at the ceiling. "Sciel, can I please have a few precious moments on my own to gather the tattered remains of my dignity before a firefighter has to bring a saw near my dick?"
Sciel reached out and gave him a pat on the arm. "I can give that to you. Don't worry, Gustave has steady hands, and he's one of the kindest people I know. He'll treat your dick with the utmost respect, just like it deserves."
Verso groaned. "Sciel!"
Sciel cackled and winked at him, slipping out of the room.
Verso leaned back against the bed and took a deep breath. So an entire firehouse would know what had happened to him, but he would never have to see them, and none of them would know his name. He'd just have to survive the saw coming near his dick and the man shoving his face near his dick for however long it took. He could manage that. He could.
~!~
Verso didn't know how long it was between his deep breaths and attempted meditation before he heard someone knocking on the door of the room they'd moved him into so the sound of the saw wouldn't scare anyone else. He pushed himself up on the bed and looked at the sweater in his lap and he was reminded, all over again, just how fucking embarrassing all of this was. "Come on in!" he called, and smiled gratefully at Sciel.
The man who walked in after Sciel was...
Oh no.
Oh fuck.
No.
Verso's mind took a brief vacation, cataloguing broad shoulders, trimmed beard, wavy hair that was the perfect length to sink his fingers in, and a t-shirt that was almost obscenely tight on him.
Fuck.
Fucking... fuck.
This man was going to have his dick in his face for however long it took to cut the cock ring off?
Fuck, he was not going to survive.
Verso glared at Sciel, but he could see that she was already biting down some clear laughter. He cleared his throat and looked at the man who had stepped into the room and carefully closed the door behind him. The toolbag he was carrying with a black and gold prosthetic arm that was almost as beautiful as he was should have been a comfort, the reality that he was going to get this damn thing off of him so he could go on with his life, but instead it looked like the man was walking into a porno.
"Gustave, right?" Verso managed to croak out, which only sent Sciel, who was pretending to check his blood pressure and vitals, into more laughter.
Gustave nodded and came closer to the bed, reaching onto the side to tilt it up so Verso was sitting upright and not half-lying down. He held out his hand. "Gustave Écrivain, firefighter of the 33rd, pleasure to meet you." He gave a wry smile. "Wish it was under better circumstances."
Verso was very, very glad that Sciel's laughter covered up his whimper at Gustave's hand wrapping around his in a firm handshake. It wasn't often that he felt smaller, or at least not pointedly smaller, like he did here. He cleared his throat and nodded. "Verso Dessendre," he managed after far too long, sending Sciel off into another peel of giggles and laughter as she made notes on his chart. "I wish it was too, but since we're here, might as well get on with it." He glanced to the side. "Did, Sciel tell you what was going on?"
Gustave put the bag down beside the bed and moved over to sit in the seat beside the bed. "I got a brief overview, but if talking about it and explaining it to me yourself would help, feel free."
Verso opened his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest and signed. "I was stupid," he admitted. "Wanted to be spoiled, so when he got me a Titanium cock ring, sized for me, I thought it was the best kind of compliment. When the latch broke, I didn't expect him to bolt like a scared cat."
Gustave huffed. "Very rude of him indeed." He smiled. "But I can get that cut off of you, and I can promise that you'll be perfectly fine afterwards, we're just going to have to work together to do it. But I'll make it as normal as-"
"As cutting off a titanium cock ring can be?" Verso offered and grinned when that got a lovely rolling chuckle out of Gustave. He wanted to hear that against his throat, maybe against his chest and burrow himself into the sound until he had it memorized.
"Something like that," Gustave agreed. "Would you feel more comfortable looking at the equipment so you know precisely what is going on and how?"
Verso opened his mouth and considered. "I was going to say yes, but on second thought, if you want me to stay as calm and still as I can, please don't show me the diamond saw that's going to be centimeters away from my dick at any given moment."
Gustave laughed again. "All right, that's fair enough. Anything you have questions about? Sciel and I will do our best to answer them."
Verso took a deep breath. This was the most not normal situation he'd ever been in, but the both of them weren't acting like it was any sort of big deal and it was helping, enormously. "How long is it going to take?"
"I'll be able to give you a better estimate after we start and I can see how thick it is," Gustave started and then paused and snorted. "How thick the cock ring is," he amended.
Sciel brought over a glass of water for Verso and glared pointedly at him to drink it. "I think we're going to have to accept the double entendres are going to be part of this experience, Gus."
Verso took the water and sipped it slowly, taking another deep breath. "Okay. That's fine."
"We can take as many breaks as you need to, as well. There's no rush, and the last thing any of us want is you getting hurt," Gustave reassured.
Verso looked at the ceiling and fought down a laugh. "I realize this is an absolutely asinine question, but you have steady hands, right?"
"Think that's a very good question, actually," Sciel offered, grinning when Gustave shot her a look.
"Yes," Gustave said, looking at Verso. "I've also used this drill hundreds of times." He managed a grin. "If it makes you feel better, while it's my first time using it on a cock ring, I have used it on pairs of handcuffs that couples have locked themselves into... I would almost call it often."
Verso laughed and grinned at Gustave, because... well. That did help. Knowing that he was not alone in his diamond-saw related sexcapades. And he probably should have known the man with a prosthetic had steady hands, especially if he was a firefighter. "Okay, yeah, that does make me feel better."
"Good," Sciel called. "Do you want something to help keep you relaxed? Or do you want to see how you do on your own?"
Verso considered it for a moment and looked at his dick under the sweater. "Let's go without, and if I'm having issues, reassess."
"You've got it," Sciel said, making a note in his chart on her computer.
Gustave shifted next to Verso. "Any other questions before I get a look at this particular problem?"
Verso bit down on his lip and opened his mouth before he shut it. "No, I think we're good, I just..." He bit down on his lip in mortification.
"Hey, Verso," Gustave soothed, reaching out to touch his arm to give it a gentle squeeze. "I know this is mortifying, and that you would like to be any place other than where you are right now, but trust me when I say Sciel and I have seen much, much worse. This barely registered in weird sex things in a hospital."
Verso nodded and swallowed. "I'm hard," he admitted, through his teeth.
"Well, you are wearing a cock ring, so I would expect that, in some fashion," Gustave said, his lips quirking up and into a smile. "But your blood pressure is holding normal, and that's what matters the most here, so it's not going to be a problem for me as long as it's not a problem for you."
"Outside of the mortification, nope, not a problem," Verso said. "Can we go over how this is going to work?"
Gustave nodded. "Of course." He sat back in the chair a little. "I'll be sitting at the end of the bed between your legs. You'll have to scoot down enough so your hips are at the edge so I can keep the drill at the edge. You'll need to have your legs spread enough to give me room to work. I'll do an examination, see where I want to make the cut, confirm with Sciel that it's the best spot, check in with you, and then get to work."
Verso's mouth was dry, and he knew himself well enough to know that he would be imagining Gustave dragging him to the edge of the bed for completely separate reasons. "Right," he said hoarsely. "I feel like I should apologize in advance-"
"You don't have to apologize," Gustave said, smiling at him. "Even if you'd done this to yourself, you wouldn't need to apologize. No one expects a toy to break on them."
That was true enough and Verso gave Gustave a wry smile. "I suppose that you're right about that, at least." He took another deep breath and reached for the sweater that he'd been using to cover his lap. "Let's get this show on the road, then. Sooner I can get this off me, the sooner I can get to work pretending that it never happened."
"You've got it," Gustave said, taking the chair and moving it to the end of the bed, working with Sciel to make sure that it was situated properly, and covering the window of the room so no one could peek in. He got the drill plugged in and set up, testing it to make sure it turned and the disc was working with a small test strip of Titanium he'd brought with him before putting it to the side to turn to Verso.
Verso was about to do the unsexiest wiggle of his entire life down the bed so he could get into the position that Gustave needed him to be in when two large hands wrapped around his hips.
His cock, the traitor, twitched, pointedly.
Oh no. Oh no.
"Let me help," Gustave said.
Verso swallowed, his whole mouth going dry, but he nodded, once, and felt Gustave lift with what felt like no effort at all, pulling him down to the edge of the bed, settling him right where he needed to be. Verso knew his face was dark red and Sciel was giving him a pointed look. When Gustave's hand wrapped around his ankle, he didn't manage to control the sound that came out of his throat and he waved a hand when Gustave froze, not wanting to hurt him.
"It's fine," Verso said, his voice hoarse. "It's fine. Just wasn't expecting it. But you need to spread me?"
"Yes," Gustave said, lifting his leg and settling it into the arms that Sciel had pulled out. "Just rest your foot right here."
Verso nodded and felt Gustave reach out to move his other leg, settling his foot into place. There was a little bit of stretch, but nothing that he couldn't maintain for quite a while without issue. He'd have to spread his legs wider if he wanted to wrap them around Gustave's waist-
Verso viciously cut off that particular train of thought. "Yeah, I should be able to hold this without much issue. I might need to relax after about twenty minutes or so and give them a break, but I should be good," he offered.
"Good to know," Gustave said.
Verso muffled the whimper that wanted to escape. It was good to know because Gustave was going to have a diamond saw near his dick. Not because Gustave wanted anything to do with his flexibility and how flexible he could be if Gustave just asked him.
"All right, Verso, we're going to get up close and personal with your dick, so try to shove that sense of shame out the door for a few minutes," Sciel warned, offering a tube of lotion to Gustave. "We're also going to put some gel on your dick so that way the heat from the drill doesn't bother sensitive skin as much, once we've picked where we're going to drill."
It wasn't lube, it wasn't lube, it wasn't lube, and Gustave's big hand wasn't going to wrap around his cock and-
"Right," Verso croaked out, nodding and looking at the ceiling as Sciel tugged the hospital gown up and out of the way, exposing him fully to the man who was sitting between his legs. He bit down on his lip until he tasted blood, because normally when he was in this particular position, he wasn't being fucking analyzed, or if he was, at least it was being done in a sexy way.
"Verso," Gustave soothed, reaching out to touch his foot, where Verso was very pointedly trembling. "Take a deep breath for me."
Verso forced himself to take a deep breath, even though angry and frustrated tears were growing in his eyes. "Sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry," Sciel soothed. "Remember. This is asshole's fault, not yours. We're going to take care of you and get you out of here as quickly as we can. And remember that we've seen people try to make up excuses for why they've put their dick in a vacuum hose, or ornaments up their ass."
Verso huffed out a laugh at the candid reminder and relaxed a little bit more, taking a deep breath like Sciel had asked. "Not my usual setting for this level of scrutiny."
"Don't worry, you have a very lovely dick, and we're going to be able to get this off of you," Gustave soothed. "And don't worry about the erection, perfectly normal with the adrenaline, and it is a cock ring."
Gustave's quietly calm voice complimenting his dick - unfairly hot. Absolutely, completely, unfairly hot. He wasn't going to say a damn word about it.
"All right, Verso, I'm going to touch you, and the cock ring. Get a proper look at it. If you need me to stop at any point, or if it hurts, tell me, okay?" Gustave said, glancing up at Verso from between his legs. "I'm not judging you, or thinking about anything other than getting this off of you."
"Pity," Verso muttered through his teeth, glaring at Sciel when she barked out a laugh. "All right, noted. Straight man entirely unaffected by the sight of another man's dick while he cuts a cock ring off of it."
"No straight men here," Gustave offered up conversationally, carefully holding Verso's dick up and against his belly as he got a proper look at the ring and how it was curved around him. "Okay, Sciel, I think right here is going to be the right spot to cut. Then we only have to make one cut instead of two."
Sciel nodded and offered Gustave a small marker, watching as he drew the line. "I agree. The best spot for it, and you should be able to get at that angle with the saw without any issue if Verso holds his current position."
Verso had completely lost the thread of discussion that Sciel and Gustave were having because of two things.
First, Gustave's hand was huge, and he wanted it wrapped around his cock, desperately. Just holding it in place against his belly was enough to have his stomach tightening with arousal and the urge to buck and rub against it. (And if he was trying very hard not to think about how his left hand would feel, would the metal be cool or warm, what would it be like if it were inside him...) Verso took a deep breath. Nope. Not going there.
Second, Gustave wasn't straight. Gustave was so confidently not-straight, he hadn't even flinched while mentioning it, and the reality that Verso could have hit on him and maybe Gustave would have liked that if he wasn't in the middle of attempting to cut a cock ring off of him was devastating. Instead, of course, he was sitting here, with Gustave between his thighs in the most un-sexy way possible, about to bring a drill used to cut through Titanium against his dick.
Life was devastatingly unfair.
Sweet, kind, not-straight hunk of a man, kneeling between his thighs and completely uninterested.
Fuck.
Who the hell had he pissed off?
"Verso?"
Verso lifted his hand and looked at Gustave, flushing. "Sorry, trying to disassociate a little so I don't have to think too hard about things."
Gustave smiled at him. "I can understand that. We're about to start with putting the heat protection on, and then I'll start with the drill. It might be a little loud, I didn't want you to be startled."
"Thank you," Verso said, grateful that he hadn't that as a waiting surprise. "Can you turn it on before you bring it near me so I can get an idea of how loud?"
"Of course," Gustave agreed. "I've got a good handle on it, promise."
Verso flushed, because Gustave's hand was also still pressed against his dick and had a perfectly good handle on it, even if that wasn't what he'd meant.
Gustave flushed and tugged his hand away, smiling sheepishly at Verso. "I meant I know how to handle the drill well. You'll be perfectly safe with me."
"Right," Verso said, his voice hoarse. "Heat protector?"
Sciel stepped forward with the tube and some squeezed out onto her gloved fingers. "This'll be cold," she warned.
Verso shivered as she got the gel spread all over him and the base of his cock, trying not to think too hard about Gustave's large hands on his bare thighs, keeping him spread open so he would have room to work. "Yep, cold," he agreed.
"Good to go?" Gustave asked, looking to Sciel.
Sciel nodded once. "Good to go," she confirmed.
Gustave lifted up the drill so Verso could see it and turned it on. The whir was loud and echoed in the room, and he left it on for a few seconds before he turned it off and settled between Verso's legs again. "Good, Verso?"
Verso took a deep breath and nodded. "Good," he confirmed. He watched Gustave settle between his spread thighs, biting down a loud whimper, because fuck, he wanted to put his legs over Gustave's shoulders, sink his fingers into that hair and pull his mouth closer.
The whir of the saw, when it came again, was enough to pull his thoughts away from where they had been lingering, and the sound of it cutting through the metal had him wincing. After a few precious seconds, Verso felt Gustave shift, and then there was the palm pressing his dick carefully, gently, pointedly, out of the way, and then the sound of the saw again.
After a few seconds, the saw stopped and Verso waited for it to start again, but Gustave seemed to be waiting for something. "What's wrong?" he croaked out, trying not to buck up and grind against the hand holding him in place.
"If I use the drill for too long, the metal will get hot and it has the potential to burn you. I'll be stopping every thirty seconds or so and giving it a moment to cool off before I start again," Gustave explained. "Kick me if I need to stop if I don't hear you say it."
Verso laughed. "I'm not going to kick you while you have that drill near me," he admitted and met Gustave's eyes with another smile. "I will let you know if it's getting too hot though." He squirmed and had to hiss between his teeth at how good the calluses on Gustave's palm felt, pressed up against him.
"Don't worry, the reaction is perfectly reasonable," Gustave soothed. "Even if you weren't wearing a cock ring, adrenaline does all sorts of funny things to the body. Inconvenient erections are, as Sciel will tell you, kind of common in this business."
Sciel laughed. "That's the truth. Least you have a good excuse for yours, Verso," she teased.
"Right," Verso croaked out. Because that's what his erection that was nearly in Gustave's face was. Inconvenient. Not something that he might want to get his mouth on in the future, or his hand around properly, or...
"Think of something distracting," Gustave suggested. "Blood flow might be restricted to the point where you can't get soft, but it might help not to be focusing on it. What's your favorite food, or favorite snack?"
Verso swallowed and let out a weak laugh. "I'll be honest, I'm really struggling to think up something that isn't a horrible pick up line."
Gustave snorted and raised his eyebrows. "I've heard my fair share of horrible pickup lines. What would it be? I'll give it a score out of ten compared to the others I've heard."
Verso grinned despite himself, ignoring the drill that started up again as the sound of it cutting through the metal came for another thirty seconds before Gustave stopped. "So if you asked me what my favorite kind of snack was, I would have said brown haired hunks with an obscene shoulder to waist ratio and bambi eyes."
Gustave flushed and cleared his throat, looking back down at the drill pointedly. "Well. That is certainly quite the line." He glanced up and found Verso blushing as well, and added. "Might have even worked on me."
"Oh my fucking god," Sciel whispered.
Verso groaned, abruptly remembering that they were not alone, that they had not been alone this entire time, and Gustave was here for work, and the last thing he should be doing was hitting on him, or even pretending to hit on him.
"Right," Gustave said, clearing his throat. "Sorry, let's focus on what we're doing. You're doing great holding still for me. Keep doing that, and keep breathing." He rubbed his hand up Verso's thigh and then went back to holding his cock against his belly, lowering the drill once more.