"Y-yes Master." He did. As Allen's hand trailed to his own cock and began to slowly jerk himself off in quick, upward motions, Cross' hand finally let go of the fastenings and slid his hand downward, stroking the smooth slope of his side admiringly, feeling out that hourglass figure that the corset formed on him, issuing a deep purr into his ear. Fingers stroked his hip slowly, tracing the hollow of the line where his torso and leg joined.
Then he drew away. "Keep doing it," he idly said, and the heat of his body behind Allen was gone for a few moments.
When it returned, he was pulled back against him again, but rather than Cross' warm, throbbing cock, he felt something else pushing between his legs; something plastic and slightly cold in comparison. And then suddenly, there was a gentle buzzing, and he could feel the rapid shuddering of the vibrator pushing at his entrance. Slick with some sort of lubrication, his master forced it in, deep, and angled it just so.
Allen wanted to scream. Eyes bulging slightly, he bit down on his lip and attempted to muffle the noises, but even so, it was mostly in vain. Feeling the impressive size of the thing stretching him out and pushing against that one, single, particularly wonderful spot inside of him... he was a little surprised he hadn't orgasmed right there.
Cross was pleased with these sounds himself, and once he was content with the position of the toy inside Allen's body, his hand lifted and came to his chin again, stroking it slowly and finally finding his fingers pushing against his lips. Easing them apart, Allen let out a particularly loud groan for more (more of what, he didn't know; just more) as his master's middle finger slid in, and then the pointer, keeping his lips parted so he could hear him moaning properly.