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Don't get too cozy, uploads may slow down after this. We'll see how it goes.

Oh yeah, and I take the mickey out of myself a bit in this one. As a kiwi, I can say that yes, some New Zealand names are indeed a bit odd.", "writing": "An hour an a half after Marco had gotten up, he heard the telltale signs of his sister's car pulling into the driveway. It wasn't the flashest car around, but its purring motor was very distinctive, as well as nice to listen to. He turned off the movie he'd been watching and went outside to greet his parents. Just as he got outside he remembered that he wasn't wearing a shirt, but it didn't matter. His parents had seen him naked plenty in the past, surely shirtless would be an improvement from that?\n\nThey pooled out of the car, grabbing their suitcases from the boot. Marco went over and took the suitcase from his mother, being chivalrous and all that. His thanks was a tight hug.\n\n“Happy birthday, Marco,” his mother cooed, “How've you been while we were away?... And where's your shirt?”\n\n“Oh, I didn't put on a shirt this morning,” said Marco as he followed her inside with the suitcase, “As for how I've been, I've been good... be boring to talk about, though. It'd be much more interesting to hear about your fortnight in London.”\n\n“Fortnight?” his mother looked confused, before she realised that she'd neglected to tell part of the travel plans to her children, “Oh, that's right, I forgot to tell you, didn't I? It was a week in New Zealand, then a week in London. The most interesting thing about our stay at London was the Big Ben. New Zealand was far more interesting.”\n\n“Oh, NZ?” Marco placed the suitcase on his parents' bed. “No, you didn't mention that. How was it down there?”\n\n“Cold,” she replied, sitting on the foot of the bed, “They're in the middle of winter, but it was still lovely. Lots of greenery over there, even a bit of snow further south. We started at Wellington, had a pitstop at both Taupo and Rotorua... the lakes are beautiful. From there, we stopped at Hamilton and Auckland, then up to Whangarei for a bit before we were back at Auckland airport for the trip to London.”\n\n“Strange names over there, it seems,” Marco sat beside his mother, intrigued. He'd never had the chance to leave the state of Washington, so his parents going on their overseas holiday and business trips were always interesting to hear about.\n\n“Strange names, alright,” said his dad, joining the conversation as he plopped his suitcase down beside the other one. “But lots of neat sights. Aside from the impressive Lake Taupo, my favourite sight would probably have been the Tāne Mahuta.”\n\n“Tan-ee Ma-what-ah?” the foreign name twisted Marco's tongue.\n\n“Tāne Mahuta,” repeated his father, “massive, massive kauri tree.” He pulled out his phone and showed Marco a photo of the behemoth tree. “As for London, as your mother said, Big Ben was the highlight there.”\n\n“Anywho,” his mother put her hand on Marco's back, “we'll save the rest of it for tonight so Ezra and his folks can hear about our trip too, alright? As for right now, how's our little mister? I know you said it wouldn't be as interesting as our trip, but believe it or not, we love hearing about our young man and his romantic interest. Go on, spill the beans!”\n\n“Fine, mum,” Marco rolled his eyes. Mothers... always so nosy. “Things are going well with Ezra. For our last outing together we went and had fish and chips and a walk along the waterfront.”\n\nMarco's mother let loose a little squeal of delight. “Oooh, I love romance! Did I ever tell you how your dad proposed to me?”\n\n“Yes mum, over and over again.”\n\n“He took me down to the waterfront for a walk at night in the middle of autumn,” his mother either hadn't heard or was deliberately ignoring him for the chance to spin her yarn all over again. “When suddenly a boat near the water's edge lit up in Christmas lights spelling out 'Vivian will you marry me'. I practically threw myself at him as I said yes!”\n\n“You've already told me this one... many times,” groaned Marco. His mother thought that the way dad had proposed was the most romantic thing ever... To Marco it was just Christmas lights on a boat. “Are you trying to get us hitched immediately or something?”\n\n“What mother doesn't want their baby to marry?” she squeezed her son's cheek affectionately.\n\n“Well, why not focus on the other baby?” Marco pointed toward Irine, who'd convieniently just entered the room. “She's the one without a boyfriend.”\n\n“At least I'm fully a girl, bro,” Irine teased, “so I wouldn't look gay with MY boyfriend.”\n\nIrines jokes were the worst. They were either extremely vulgar and inappropriate, or incredibly lame. This one was a combination of both. Marco simply rolled his eyes and put on a half-assed half-smirk.\n\n“I just came in to remind the birthday boy,” Irine waved her hand in Marco's direction, “that he needs to piss off so that he doesn't spoil his birthday surprises.”\n\n“I'm not allowed to be at home while my party is prepped? What sort of world is this that I live in?” Marco put on a show of mock despair as he stood up. “Alright then, I'll head over to Ezra's for the day.”\n\nHe gave his parents quick welcome-home hugs and then made his way towards the front door. He received a slap on the rump from his sister when he passed her.\n\n“And put on a shirt before you give some innocent girl a nose-bleed from the hotness, Sir Hearthrob!” she called out after him.\n\nMarco scoffed to himself. He didn't need a shirt for his man, and if some girl wanted to swoon over him, she was welcome to. He just wouldn't be able to return the interest.\n\n*******************************************************\n\nEzra had just finished mowing the lawn and was putting the mower back in the shed when the thu-thump-thump of Marco's feet and tail returning to earth after having leapt the fence sounded from across the yard.\n\n“Morning, my sweat,” he said, without looking up from the lock in the shed door as he turned the key. He got tingles up his spine when he felt Marco's naked torso embrace him from behind.\n\n“'My sweat'... now, now, Ezra,” Marco said softly, “How could I be sweaty when I don't have a shirt on?”\n\nEzra turned and gave his boyfriend a good long kiss. “Happy birthday, Marco,” he said affectionately, running his fingers along Marco's dewlap – or as Ezra liked to call them, 'chin tassles'. The little iguana loved being caressed there, so it was often how Ezra greeted him.\n\n“Thanks,” said Marco, “But isn't it a bit early to be mowing lawns? It's barely eight.”\n\n“We're all early risers on this street. I was once woken by one of the neighbours using an electric hedgetrimmer at four in the morning... Why aren't you wearing a shirt?”\n\nMarco took Ezra's hand and moved it coyly across his chest. “It was too hot inside my house this morning for a shirt, and then as I left I got told off by my sister, telling me to think of the poor, innocent girls who think I'm hot.”\n\n“I see you didn't listen,” said Ezra, his gaze following his hand as Marco moved it around on his scaly torso. “Those poor, poor girls. They'll have to get in line, though.”\n\nMarco pulled Ezra toward him and lowered the both of them to the ground, so the stallion was atop him. “Why put on a shirt when my man would just want to take it off again?”\nWith that, the two began kissing.\n\nA few minutes later, a voice rang out from the house. “I'm not interrupting anything, am I boys?” it was Ezra's father, leaning in the front doorway and blushing slightly at the show of affection happening in front of him on the backyard lawn.\n\nEzra looked up, but refused to get off his lover-boy. “Just kissing, dad,” he called out.\n\n“Well stop kissing and get into the kitchen,” replied his father, “Your mother and I would like to give Marco his birthday gift from us.”\n\nReluctantly, Ezra stood up. The moment had been so sweet, he hadn't wanted it to end. Oh well, there'd definitely be a chance for another moment at some point later today. He helped Marco to his feet and the two practically pranced, hand in hand, across the lawn and the concrete of the driveway to head inside. Marco was greeted by a hug from Ezra's mother and a handshake from his father as he entered the kitchen.\n\n“Happy birthday, Marco,” said Ezra's father.\n\n“Thank you both, so much,” said Marco, “You didn't have to get me anything though, guys... I tell you this every year!”\n\n“And we ignore you every year,” replied Ezra's mother, handing him a small, wrapped box.\n\nMarco gratefully unwrapped his gift. Inside the box was a new controller for his PS4, and the latest Furry Fantasy game. Crikey, he thought, this wouldn't have been cheap.\n\n“Aw, thank you Todd and Marian,” he said with genuine compassion, giving a handshake and hug, respectively, to Ezra's parents.\n\n“Ezra told us your second controller had been accidentally stood on,” said Ezra's father, “and we knew you liked games. Hopefully we got the right one. Then again... judging by what I'm seeing, maybe we should've gotten you some shirts.” He gestured briefly at Marco's naked upper body.\n\n“Hmm? Oh, no, I have enough shirts,” said Marco, blushing slightly as he remembered he was topless, “It was just a bit too hot at my place this morning to put one on.”\n\n“I'm sure our son approves,” said Ezra's mother, giving Ezra a playful elbow nudge. Ezra's shy smile and embarrassed blush following the comment was all the proof she needed. “Did you two want some time to yourselves? We were planning on heading into town later, but we can go now if you'd like the house.”\n\n“You don't have to change your plans for me,” said Marco, “I don't want to inconvienience you.”\n\nEzra's mum waved the comment aside. “Oh, come now! No inconieniences here. Tell you what, I'll make up your mind for you,” she turned to her husband and rubbed up against him in an exaggerated puppy-dog act. “Todd, dearest love, could you get the car ready so we can go do the grocery shopping and leave our little lovers in peace and quiet?”\n\nHer husband replied with a roll of his eyes as he pulled his car keys from his jeans pocket. “She's SO overdramatic, isn't she?” he bemoaned as his wife practically pushed him out of the room.\n\n“Bye boys, love you, have fun, see you later!” said Ezra's mother hurriedly as she shoved herself and her husband through the front door and pulled it shut. There was a moment of stunned silence between Marco and Ezra as they stared at the door.\n\n“Well...” said Marco eventually, just as they could hear the car's engine turning over outside, “that all happened fast.”\n\nEzra shrugged. “She does that sometimes. I'm not sure if it's because beneath all the smiles she's a bit awkward about us, or if she just wants us to be alone together for every breathing moment.”\n\nMarco leaned against Ezra's shoulder. “I don't mind,” he said, “Being alone with you is a lot less awkward than having someone walk in on us at an... inopportune moment.”\n\nEzra smiled and turned to give Marco a kiss on the forehead. “True. Come along now, I want to give you my gift.”\n\n“You got me something as well? But I've already got you and your cock, what else could I possibly ask of you?” Nevertheless, Marco allowed Ezra to lead him, in a half-hug, to his bedroom. Sitting on the bed was a long box shape wrapped carefully in shining blue wrapping foil and topped with a red bow.\n\n“Happy birthday, love,” said Ezra, “Go on, open it.”\n\nMarco left Ezra's loving warmth and crossed the room. He liked the bow – he had a certain reverence for people who had the patience to do them up properly. He almost felt bad for having to grab hold of one of the ends and pull, unravelling it. He pulled the long, translucent ribbon away and got to work carefully picking off the cellotape.\n\n“Oh, hurry up for crying out loud!” groaned Ezra, “Just rip it!”\n\n“It's a lot of really nice wrapping foil, okay?” replied Marco as he carried on picking at the tape, “I think it's pretty and I want to keep it in one piece, so I'll bloody well keep it in one piece!\n\nEzra waited in agony. If anything, Marco was unwrapping even SLOWER than he had been before. Maybe he should've kept quiet about it. Then, FINALLY, the last bit of tape was removed and Marco pushed the foil aside, revealing a plain, brown box.\n\n“A great big, brown box?” Marco turned to Ezra with his hands on his heart, the joyous cheekiness of making Ezra wait evident in every over-exaggerated movement. “You shouldn't have!”\n\nEzra simply planted his muzzle into his hands and loudly groaned. “Oh, you're just the worst! Hurry the fuck up!” his voice was muffled by his hands.\n\nMarco turned back to the box chuckling. Ezra was so impatient when it came to gifts; with him it was always rip, tear, rend... not an ounce of his artful patience survived when it came to unwrapping. He opened the box, but what was inside was literally nothing he could've expected.\n\nIt was a dildo. Not a packer like the one he had, but an actual one. It was a strangely familiar twelve-inch long horsecock, but he couldn't figure out why it was familiar.\n\n“Do you like it?” asked Ezra expectantly.\n\n“To be honest, Ezra... I don't get it,” replied Marco in confusion. “Why did you get me a rubber stallion dong?”\n\nEzra moved to sit on the bed beside his love and lifted the dildo from its box, holding the base against his crotch. “It's me, silly!” he said, “So that I can be in you while not with you.”\n\nThat explained why it looked familiar. “A custom dildo based on you?” Marco was astonished. “Where in the blazing balls did you go to get hold of that?”\n\n“I have my ways,” was all Marco got in answer.\n\n“But... this sort of thing is ridiculously expensive! I can't let you go around spending that sort of money on me, I already owe you too much!”\n\nEzra used the dildo as a makeshift finger, putting it against Marco's lips to shush him. “You owe me nothing, my dear,” he said lovingly, “This is me repaying YOU for being my love.”\n\nMarco let a small smile cross his face. What a sweet thing for Ezra to say. Then, he had a devilish idea. His grin became larger, more sinister. \n“You know...” he took the toy from Ezra and hefted and twirled it in his hands, getting a feel for it. “...We could do something a bit different than normal to break this thing in.”\n\n“And what might that be?”\n\nMarco's grin grew even wider, even more naughty. “Have you ever wondered what fucking yourself feels like?”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "An hour an a half after Marco had gotten up, he heard the telltale signs of his sister's car pulling into the driveway. It wasn't the flashest car around, but its purring motor was very distinctive, as well as nice to listen to. He turned off the movie he'd been watching and went outside to greet his parents. Just as he got outside he remembered that he wasn't wearing a shirt, but it didn't matter. His parents had seen him naked plenty in the past, surely shirtless would be an improvement from that?

They pooled out of the car, grabbing their suitcases from the boot. Marco went over and took the suitcase from his mother, being chivalrous and all that. His thanks was a tight hug.

“Happy birthday, Marco,” his mother cooed, “How've you been while we were away?... And where's your shirt?”

“Oh, I didn't put on a shirt this morning,” said Marco as he followed her inside with the suitcase, “As for how I've been, I've been good... be boring to talk about, though. It'd be much more interesting to hear about your fortnight in London.”

“Fortnight?” his mother looked confused, before she realised that she'd neglected to tell part of the travel plans to her children, “Oh, that's right, I forgot to tell you, didn't I? It was a week in New Zealand, then a week in London. The most interesting thing about our stay at London was the Big Ben. New Zealand was far more interesting.”

“Oh, NZ?” Marco placed the suitcase on his parents' bed. “No, you didn't mention that. How was it down there?”

“Cold,” she replied, sitting on the foot of the bed, “They're in the middle of winter, but it was still lovely. Lots of greenery over there, even a bit of snow further south. We started at Wellington, had a pitstop at both Taupo and Rotorua... the lakes are beautiful. From there, we stopped at Hamilton and Auckland, then up to Whangarei for a bit before we were back at Auckland airport for the trip to London.”

“Strange names over there, it seems,” Marco sat beside his mother, intrigued. He'd never had the chance to leave the state of Washington, so his parents going on their overseas holiday and business trips were always interesting to hear about.

“Strange names, alright,” said his dad, joining the conversation as he plopped his suitcase down beside the other one. “But lots of neat sights. Aside from the impressive Lake Taupo, my favourite sight would probably have been the Tāne Mahuta.”

“Tan-ee Ma-what-ah?” the foreign name twisted Marco's tongue.

“Tāne Mahuta,” repeated his father, “massive, massive kauri tree.” He pulled out his phone and showed Marco a photo of the behemoth tree. “As for London, as your mother said, Big Ben was the highlight there.”

“Anywho,” his mother put her hand on Marco's back, “we'll save the rest of it for tonight so Ezra and his folks can hear about our trip too, alright? As for right now, how's our little mister? I know you said it wouldn't be as interesting as our trip, but believe it or not, we love hearing about our young man and his romantic interest. Go on, spill the beans!”

“Fine, mum,” Marco rolled his eyes. Mothers... always so nosy. “Things are going well with Ezra. For our last outing together we went and had fish and chips and a walk along the waterfront.”

Marco's mother let loose a little squeal of delight. “Oooh, I love romance! Did I ever tell you how your dad proposed to me?”

“Yes mum, over and over again.”

“He took me down to the waterfront for a walk at night in the middle of autumn,” his mother either hadn't heard or was deliberately ignoring him for the chance to spin her yarn all over again. “When suddenly a boat near the water's edge lit up in Christmas lights spelling out 'Vivian will you marry me'. I practically threw myself at him as I said yes!”

“You've already told me this one... many times,” groaned Marco. His mother thought that the way dad had proposed was the most romantic thing ever... To Marco it was just Christmas lights on a boat. “Are you trying to get us hitched immediately or something?”

“What mother doesn't want their baby to marry?” she squeezed her son's cheek affectionately.

“Well, why not focus on the other baby?” Marco pointed toward Irine, who'd convieniently just entered the room. “She's the one without a boyfriend.”

“At least I'm fully a girl, bro,” Irine teased, “so I wouldn't look gay with MY boyfriend.”

Irines jokes were the worst. They were either extremely vulgar and inappropriate, or incredibly lame. This one was a combination of both. Marco simply rolled his eyes and put on a half-assed half-smirk.

“I just came in to remind the birthday boy,” Irine waved her hand in Marco's direction, “that he needs to piss off so that he doesn't spoil his birthday surprises.”

“I'm not allowed to be at home while my party is prepped? What sort of world is this that I live in?” Marco put on a show of mock despair as he stood up. “Alright then, I'll head over to Ezra's for the day.”

He gave his parents quick welcome-home hugs and then made his way towards the front door. He received a slap on the rump from his sister when he passed her.

“And put on a shirt before you give some innocent girl a nose-bleed from the hotness, Sir Hearthrob!” she called out after him.

Marco scoffed to himself. He didn't need a shirt for his man, and if some girl wanted to swoon over him, she was welcome to. He just wouldn't be able to return the interest.

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Ezra had just finished mowing the lawn and was putting the mower back in the shed when the thu-thump-thump of Marco's feet and tail returning to earth after having leapt the fence sounded from across the yard.

“Morning, my sweat,” he said, without looking up from the lock in the shed door as he turned the key. He got tingles up his spine when he felt Marco's naked torso embrace him from behind.

“'My sweat'... now, now, Ezra,” Marco said softly, “How could I be sweaty when I don't have a shirt on?”

Ezra turned and gave his boyfriend a good long kiss. “Happy birthday, Marco,” he said affectionately, running his fingers along Marco's dewlap – or as Ezra liked to call them, 'chin tassles'. The little iguana loved being caressed there, so it was often how Ezra greeted him.

“Thanks,” said Marco, “But isn't it a bit early to be mowing lawns? It's barely eight.”

“We're all early risers on this street. I was once woken by one of the neighbours using an electric hedgetrimmer at four in the morning... Why aren't you wearing a shirt?”

Marco took Ezra's hand and moved it coyly across his chest. “It was too hot inside my house this morning for a shirt, and then as I left I got told off by my sister, telling me to think of the poor, innocent girls who think I'm hot.”

“I see you didn't listen,” said Ezra, his gaze following his hand as Marco moved it around on his scaly torso. “Those poor, poor girls. They'll have to get in line, though.”

Marco pulled Ezra toward him and lowered the both of them to the ground, so the stallion was atop him. “Why put on a shirt when my man would just want to take it off again?”
With that, the two began kissing.

A few minutes later, a voice rang out from the house. “I'm not interrupting anything, am I boys?” it was Ezra's father, leaning in the front doorway and blushing slightly at the show of affection happening in front of him on the backyard lawn.

Ezra looked up, but refused to get off his lover-boy. “Just kissing, dad,” he called out.

“Well stop kissing and get into the kitchen,” replied his father, “Your mother and I would like to give Marco his birthday gift from us.”

Reluctantly, Ezra stood up. The moment had been so sweet, he hadn't wanted it to end. Oh well, there'd definitely be a chance for another moment at some point later today. He helped Marco to his feet and the two practically pranced, hand in hand, across the lawn and the concrete of the driveway to head inside. Marco was greeted by a hug from Ezra's mother and a handshake from his father as he entered the kitchen.

“Happy birthday, Marco,” said Ezra's father.

“Thank you both, so much,” said Marco, “You didn't have to get me anything though, guys... I tell you this every year!”

“And we ignore you every year,” replied Ezra's mother, handing him a small, wrapped box.

Marco gratefully unwrapped his gift. Inside the box was a new controller for his PS4, and the latest Furry Fantasy game. Crikey, he thought, this wouldn't have been cheap.

“Aw, thank you Todd and Marian,” he said with genuine compassion, giving a handshake and hug, respectively, to Ezra's parents.

“Ezra told us your second controller had been accidentally stood on,” said Ezra's father, “and we knew you liked games. Hopefully we got the right one. Then again... judging by what I'm seeing, maybe we should've gotten you some shirts.” He gestured briefly at Marco's naked upper body.

“Hmm? Oh, no, I have enough shirts,” said Marco, blushing slightly as he remembered he was topless, “It was just a bit too hot at my place this morning to put one on.”

“I'm sure our son approves,” said Ezra's mother, giving Ezra a playful elbow nudge. Ezra's shy smile and embarrassed blush following the comment was all the proof she needed. “Did you two want some time to yourselves? We were planning on heading into town later, but we can go now if you'd like the house.”

“You don't have to change your plans for me,” said Marco, “I don't want to inconvienience you.”

Ezra's mum waved the comment aside. “Oh, come now! No inconieniences here. Tell you what, I'll make up your mind for you,” she turned to her husband and rubbed up against him in an exaggerated puppy-dog act. “Todd, dearest love, could you get the car ready so we can go do the grocery shopping and leave our little lovers in peace and quiet?”

Her husband replied with a roll of his eyes as he pulled his car keys from his jeans pocket. “She's SO overdramatic, isn't she?” he bemoaned as his wife practically pushed him out of the room.

“Bye boys, love you, have fun, see you later!” said Ezra's mother hurriedly as she shoved herself and her husband through the front door and pulled it shut. There was a moment of stunned silence between Marco and Ezra as they stared at the door.

“Well...” said Marco eventually, just as they could hear the car's engine turning over outside, “that all happened fast.”

Ezra shrugged. “She does that sometimes. I'm not sure if it's because beneath all the smiles she's a bit awkward about us, or if she just wants us to be alone together for every breathing moment.”

Marco leaned against Ezra's shoulder. “I don't mind,” he said, “Being alone with you is a lot less awkward than having someone walk in on us at an... inopportune moment.”

Ezra smiled and turned to give Marco a kiss on the forehead. “True. Come along now, I want to give you my gift.”

“You got me something as well? But I've already got you and your cock, what else could I possibly ask of you?” Nevertheless, Marco allowed Ezra to lead him, in a half-hug, to his bedroom. Sitting on the bed was a long box shape wrapped carefully in shining blue wrapping foil and topped with a red bow.

“Happy birthday, love,” said Ezra, “Go on, open it.”

Marco left Ezra's loving warmth and crossed the room. He liked the bow – he had a certain reverence for people who had the patience to do them up properly. He almost felt bad for having to grab hold of one of the ends and pull, unravelling it. He pulled the long, translucent ribbon away and got to work carefully picking off the cellotape.

“Oh, hurry up for crying out loud!” groaned Ezra, “Just rip it!”

“It's a lot of really nice wrapping foil, okay?” replied Marco as he carried on picking at the tape, “I think it's pretty and I want to keep it in one piece, so I'll bloody well keep it in one piece!

Ezra waited in agony. If anything, Marco was unwrapping even SLOWER than he had been before. Maybe he should've kept quiet about it. Then, FINALLY, the last bit of tape was removed and Marco pushed the foil aside, revealing a plain, brown box.

“A great big, brown box?” Marco turned to Ezra with his hands on his heart, the joyous cheekiness of making Ezra wait evident in every over-exaggerated movement. “You shouldn't have!”

Ezra simply planted his muzzle into his hands and loudly groaned. “Oh, you're just the worst! Hurry the fuck up!” his voice was muffled by his hands.

Marco turned back to the box chuckling. Ezra was so impatient when it came to gifts; with him it was always rip, tear, rend... not an ounce of his artful patience survived when it came to unwrapping. He opened the box, but what was inside was literally nothing he could've expected.

It was a dildo. Not a packer like the one he had, but an actual one. It was a strangely familiar twelve-inch long horsecock, but he couldn't figure out why it was familiar.

“Do you like it?” asked Ezra expectantly.

“To be honest, Ezra... I don't get it,” replied Marco in confusion. “Why did you get me a rubber stallion dong?”

Ezra moved to sit on the bed beside his love and lifted the dildo from its box, holding the base against his crotch. “It's me, silly!” he said, “So that I can be in you while not with you.”

That explained why it looked familiar. “A custom dildo based on you?” Marco was astonished. “Where in the blazing balls did you go to get hold of that?”

“I have my ways,” was all Marco got in answer.

“But... this sort of thing is ridiculously expensive! I can't let you go around spending that sort of money on me, I already owe you too much!”

Ezra used the dildo as a makeshift finger, putting it against Marco's lips to shush him. “You owe me nothing, my dear,” he said lovingly, “This is me repaying YOU for being my love.”

Marco let a small smile cross his face. What a sweet thing for Ezra to say. Then, he had a devilish idea. His grin became larger, more sinister.
“You know...” he took the toy from Ezra and hefted and twirled it in his hands, getting a feel for it. “...We could do something a bit different than normal to break this thing in.”

“And what might that be?”

Marco's grin grew even wider, even more naughty. “Have you ever wondered what fucking yourself feels like?”", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Marco's Birthday Romance - Chapter 02: Going To Ezra's", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "110" }