Josh starts a bit from his quick moment of pleasure as someone yells that they're going on and the lights go off and Dan steals a quick kiss and then there's a whisper, just audible, 'Try not to cum in your jeans onstage,' and Josh laughs. This is his first show wearing the new plug, and Josh is so lubed up that it's probably making a mess of his boxers. He slides over closer, turning to face him, and backstage is busy so nobody sees Dan's hand reach around Josh's back to his ass, feeling for that little PVC rectangle, the base of the plug, and when his fingers find it he toys with it through Josh's jeans, tilting it up, then down, shifting inside of Josh, the plug pressing into the warm, sensitive insides of his ass, the pressing and the pressure against the lining making pleasure and pain bloom, ache, making Josh sigh all long and slow so he doesn't moan. Josh nudges up against the wall, feeling that nice press, and he sighs. Dan is standing next to him, drumming absently on the wall.
A nightly occurrence, or at least every night they had a show. Josh is smiling to himself, just leaning against the wall and appreciating the familiar full feeling.