Lance positioned himself on the bed, the cool sheets against his bare skin.
The black silicone vibrator was heavy in one hand, the bottle of lube slick in the other.
He turned on the camera, the red recording light a tiny, accusing eye. He spread his legs, the vulnerability making his heart hammer against his ribs
He poured the lube, a thick, clear stream that was cold as it landed on his hole. He gasped, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
His fingers, slick and trembling, found the tight ring of muscle. One finger slid in, a slow, burning stretch that made his breath catch.
Fuck, that's tight..
"Gotta open up for you, right?" he muttered to the empty room, his voice a husky whisper. He worked the first finger, then added a second, scissoring them, feeling the incredible, intimate give of his own body.
The lube made wet, squelching sounds that the microphone picked up. He added a third finger, panting now, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach.
