Hands On

I pulled him right out of his drawers. He wiggled around a little when I did it, reaching down to grab my hand at his waist while he began prying at the one on his mouth again. He was saying muffled things behind my glove, and I thought after he calmed down that we’d be past this.

I thought he’d like what I was going to do, but apparently I’d been a little heavy-handed when I took him by surprise. (Oh, I like that! Do you get it? It really is a shame I couldn’t speak to him, because I think I’d gotten pretty clever and charming over the last few months of listening to him, his friends, and the things they’d watch. I’d be a good chat.) Anyway, he didn’t seem like he was into my plan to pull him off in his car…but the problem wasn’t just one of mistaking what he’d like from me.

I needed to pull him off. I dunno how I knew this (how do humans know what to eat?) but after coming to life and struggling against him, I realized that while his warmth and proximity was a little nibble—his come was a whole meal. I couldn’t really help him as a passive observer anymore, so I couldn’t let myself run out of…well, whatever it was that was powering me.

I swapped hands, pulling away from his waist and dodging him before I went right for his neck. At the same moment, I pulled my other glove off of his mouth and slipped it onto the hand that had been blocking me from his waistline. For fun, I took the hand and waved at him while I held his neck with the other glove.

His other hand didn’t try to grasp the glove at his neck. He clearly saw my more playful gesture, and I wasn’t holding his neck hard, really. I was just there to…well, intimidate is a powerful word, but at least coax him into going along with my plan. Besides, all he really had to do was let me start. His cock was sitting right there in front of me, practically begging for it. It wasn’t just standing up now—it was purple!

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” He asked. Well, that was an easy one. I wrapped his fingers around his cock and began sliding my smooth leather along the length of his shaft. His fingers inside me were twitching as if he was in shock, but they weren’t fighting me or tracking with my action. His chin strained to look down at his animated arm with my other glove at his neck, so I backed off a little, sliding down his collarbone and letting him see what was happening. His right hand was still at his side, letting me touch him without fighting. I slid a glove over his pecs, and carefully traced a finger back to his chin.

When he didn’t flinch, I caressed his cheek, guiding a leather fingertip over his earlobe. His cock strained against my light grip, and he let out a little moan.

“Grip it harder,” He whispered, his eyes half-closed as I drew a ring around his earlobe again. Before I tensed the gloves fingers around him tighter, his hand pulled back all his loose digits at once, easily sliding out of me while I continued stroking him off. “I can’t really understand how this is happening, but…” I drew my thumb along the outline of his lips…and my goodness, what a response.

Not only did I quiet him down—but now he was going with the flow, pushing his hips against my stokes and happily watching my hollow hand work him over. I quickened my pace while just barely teasing over his lips again, and he couldn’t get enough.

I could sense something in him, and while he was making pretty obvious pleased sounds like groans and single extended syllables like ‘yeeeeeeaaaah’, what I sensed was something else. Deeper. Inaudible. Whatever it was, it was warm—like when I was being worn over his hands. What I felt, though, was a groundswell. It excited me to watch him while I could sense this underlying tension.

“You’re gonna make me cum. I’m gonna ruin this car,” He whispered, letting out a chuckle. “I’m gonna come for a pair of leather gloves,” he muttered. “A pair of haunted leather gloves is…” I pressed a single finger against his lips, and he got the point. His hips were trembling, and when it happened, it was like I knew just when to catch it all.

I leapt from his face, pointing my cuff over the end of his cock. I inverted the end of the cuff to pull the creamy leather slightly inside the rim, and I did exactly what I needed to do to catch every drop—I slid over his tip.

He exploded the moment I tensed around him. He howled like a wolf, clamping one of his hands around the glove stroking him. He didn’t try to pull it away. It was almost as if he wanted to feel me gripping him from the other side. He didn’t try to touch the glove I used to cover his tip.

I gently sucked him off with the inverted cuff, but nothing ever hit the inside of me. I didn’t understand how that worked since I’d seen him shoot this thing off alone in his room before, all I knew is that the mysterious disappearance of his spooge didn’t bother me a bit.

Oh, no. I was more energized than ever. It felt like I could fill and grip and lift forever now. I could probably lift him off the ground if I wanted to. There was also some other sense that was extended to me, but I couldn’t work it out, exactly. It was like I was slightly extended beyond my self—beyond my cuff and leather fingertips, but maybe that was just a heightened sense of awareness from having plenty of whatever it was I needed.

When I was sure I got every drop, I slowly pulled myself away. He just sat there, regarding me as I paired together again. I used the fingertips of one glove to explore the interior of the other—and just as I thought, I was utterly dry.

“That was…unbelievable,” He finally said. If it wasn’t for his post-nut state, I’m sure he would’ve been a little more flustered about not understanding this situation, but for now he seemed to be happy in his afterglow. He looked around in the dark despite not having seen any lights or people nearby in the lot. “So…now what am I supposed to do with you?” He asked, smiling.

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