Can you see?

From Coco de Mer

Can you think of anything but watching him? Resting on the bed, long legs out in front of him. Maybe still in his suit, white shirt open, zip undone. Maybe he’s naked already, lithe and brown skinned, you don’t know, you can’t focus on what’s better… because there’s a smooth, heavy silver ring that stretches across the fingers of the hand he’s holding himself with. It’s matte, and cool to the touch against his knuckles still, maybe, but already warming. You can just feel the silent press and slide of it as he moves his hand up and down his shaft, slowly. The hard-soft unyielding, smoothed edge of it pushing against the iron-silk of his cock. Silver and skin. The extra pressure, the extra edge. You can taste the silver on your tongue, as you stand in the doorway, breathing slips of the air he’s exhaled, wondering how good the metal feels, wondering how it’s possible to find such beauty in someone else taking their own pleasure.

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