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Ever since Nandor had accidentally wished to think about Guillermo every time he used his new big dick, it had been vaguely irritating. He liked to be in the moment with whoever he was having sex with, and he hadn’t been able to fully focus on Marwa since he’d made the wish. That had annoyed her, too, and so they hadn’t had sex in a while.
It was a frustrating situation, and most days Nandor found that he had to jerk himself off, alone in his coffin, trying to just focus on how his hand felt rather than on the lingering thoughts of his bodyguard. He felt more satisfied that way, though also somehow even more frustrated, because if he’d been able to have sex with his fiancee properly, he wouldn’t be stuck having to make himself come in the sad, lonely confines of his coffin…
That was how it went most days, but today, it was somehow different. Guillermo brushed out Nandor’s hair with sweet-smelling oil to untangle and soften it, as he did every few days, and then he helped him into his coffin with a warm hand in his and a sweet, fond smile on his face, and Nandor’s thoughts kept returning to Guillermo again and again as he touched himself. He huffed out a breath and squeezed his eyes shut, irritated, and tried to concentrate on how good it felt to rub his thumb slowly over the head of his cock. Instead, the image that came to mind was of a warm, warm hand touching him that way instead, a hand that couldn’t even wrap around him fully—
Nandor gasped and thrust into his hand for a moment, before letting go of himself, shocked. It felt wrong to think about his bodyguard, his former familiar, who had just taken such good care of putting him to bed—surely it was wrong to think about Guillermo in a moment like this. But he couldn’t distract himself this time, and heat flooded through him as he imagined Guillermo following him into the coffin instead of leaving for the day.
He would sit in Nandor’s lap and undress them both, and his small, warm hands would touch all over Nandor’s body. Nandor would look down and see his own cock—the biggest in the world—next to Guillermo’s normal, human cock, and he gasped again imagining that. Guillermo would touch him hesitantly, gradually gaining confidence as Nandor encouraged him, maybe using both hands to stroke the base and the tip at the same time. His hands would be so warm, and so much smaller than his own.
Nandor made a small sound almost like a whine in his throat. Frantically, he pushed his trousers all the way down and planted his feet flat on the bottom of the coffin. It was better that way, and he imagined Guillermo riding him just like that so he could lean back on his thighs. He’d be so, so full, it would be overwhelming for his human senses, and he’d sob desperately and cry out Nandor’s name…
Fuck, fuck.
Nandor grasped at his pillows, the fur lining his coffin, his own hair, desperate. He groaned through clenched teeth, and pictured how he’d reach between Guillermo’s trembling thighs and stroke his hard, flushed dick, and his hand would almost envelope it completely. Guillermo would shout and collapse onto Nandor, and Nandor would take perfect care of him, and it would only take a few strokes before he came all over Nandor’s chest, clenching somehow even tighter on Nandor’s big dick—
The tension inside him wound tighter, almost too tight, and Nandor squeezed his cock, gasped out a shuddering breath, and came hard. He grunted as the waves rolled through him, trying to stay quiet, and his other hand in his hair tightened.
In his imagination, Guillermo was pulling his hair and touching his face and his chest gently as he came down.
Nandor sighed shakily.
“Fuck,” he whispered. His hand was disgusting now, and so was his sleep shirt. If his legs weren’t so shaky, he’d get up and wipe himself off, get a new shirt… in his imagined scenario, he’d lay with Guillermo for a few minutes before wiping them both off carefully, and they’d fall asleep with Guillermo laying with his head on Nandor’s chest.
Perhaps this had been a mistake. He’d be seeing Guillermo again in the evening, and he already felt awkward about having to meet his eyes after this, knowing how he’d thought of him. His hair was a mess now, too, he realized, and he suddenly felt sure Guillermo would immediately be able to tell what he’d done by his appearance.
Nandor sighed and cursed himself again, and turned over to try to fall asleep.