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1. Soft Sex/First Time - Mylo/atlas (ocs) ✅
2. Edging - boothill x argenti ✅
3. Safeword - Zayne x mc ✅
4. Bondage  - Rafayel x mc ✅
5. Body Worship - wriolette ✅
6. Shower Sex - sylus x mc ✅
7. Humiliation - ocs  (felix x damien) ✅
8. Phone Sex - Xavier x mc ✅
9. Size Difference - itto x gorou
10. Mirror Sex - sylus x mc
11. Biting Kin - haikaveh (vamp au)
12. Mutual Masturbation - Zayne + Caleb
13. Semipublic Sex - Rafayel x mc
14. Surprise!~
15. Aftercare - sylus x  mc
16. Multiple Org - Caleb x mc
17. Temp. control- capitano x m. trav
18. Pegging - xavier x mc
19. Double Penetration - sylus + Zayne x mc (AT THE SAME DAMN TIME)
20. Threesome - Dottore/Pierro/m. traveler
21. Overstimulation - dan heng x Caelus
22. Praise Kink - mc x Caleb
23. Punishment - haikaveh
24. Creampie -  mydei x phainon
25. Messy/Rough - argenthill
26. Masturbation- wriolette
27. Blindfold - god of annihilation x mc
28. Choking - varka x flins 
29. Hairpulling - clorinde/navia
30. Lingerie - haikaveh
31. Surprise!~

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Soft Sex/First Time - Mylo/Atlas (OCs)

Image for Reference: (Mylo L, Atlas R, made on Picrew)

3 years ago…

Atlas drove up the street of his boyfriend's house at around 8 and parked a bit farther than he usually does. He brought everything they needed for tonight. Snacks, a cheap throw pillow, a little gift for his boyfriend, and protection. Afterall, it was made clear that it would be their first time tonight. He walked up to the dimly lit porch and rang the doorbell. It startled a stray cat off of the porch swing.

“Hellooo?” a voice spoke from the bell. “Who’s this?”

“It's me, honey.” Atlas said teasingly.

“ATIE, MI AMORE!! COMING!!” The man spoke. The door unlocked  and a man stood at the door, firmly. His hair soaking wet, unbuttoned black shirt covered by a pink apron and arm leaning on the door frame.

“You ready, pinkie?” Atlas asked, picking up and showing him the bag he prepared.

“DON'T call me that. It's my sisters. I tried making tartuffo, but it didn't work how I planned it to..."

"No seriously, are you ready for tonight?" Atlas laughed.

"Never been more prepared.” Mylo said confidently. “I ordered some pizza, I was expecting you earlier."

“What am I now, a vampire?” Atlas laughed.

"What... OH YES!! Sorry," Mylo said sarcastically, "Welcome to my humble abode, bellodonno."

“I’ll grab it from the oven.”

“You should be a vampire for Halloween. I’d like that y'know." Mylo joked. He guided Atlas in and closed the door. He took off the apron which left his chest exposed. It was all fun and games until after the pizza was eaten. Then the real fun starts.

“Wait. How’d you know it was in the oven?” Mylo turned and asked.

“Uhm… because the box is sticking out?” He pointed to the oven across the hall, it indeed was sticking out of the oven.

“OH SHIT,” Mylo screamed. He rushed over to the oven, grabbed the pizza without almost burning off his finger like last time and placed it on the counter. Atlas appeared behind him, leaning his head on Mylo's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist, caressing up and down his torso.

“Yeah, that would’ve been bad if I didn't spot that. Probably too distracted thinking about something… or someone else.” He whispered into Mylo’s ear as he playfully squeezed on his pecks. He laughed and chased him away.

“Get the plates from the cabinet, I’ll put this on the table. Also, my parents will be home around 1 because of the party, so we have time to uh… do things.” Mylo smiled. He turned his head and kissed Atlas’ cheek. “Let's eat, quick.”

“Got it.” He grinned. “Wait, you missed, baby.” Atlas turned Mylo around and kissed him, a real kiss. Not just some lazy peck.

“Fiiiine, I did miss. OKAY SERIOUSLY, EAT!! MANGIA!! You're skinnier than that cat on my porch!” Mylo laughed. He rushed Atlas out to the table and they started eating.

“You're so pale, why?” Mylo asked through mouthfuls of pizza.

“Oh, I was inside a lot over summer break. My family wanted to do a home trip to Indonesia.”

(Context: when Atlas was very young, he lived in Indonesia with his family. When he was like 5, he moved to the US. - Echo)

“OOO Okay, continue.” Mylo said, intrigued. He loves when Atlas talks about his life, whether it be home life, trips, college friends, yadah yadah.

“I got sunburn and had to stay inside the entire time. So now, I literally am a vampire basically.” He laughed.

“Yeesh, man. That sucks for you.”

“Yeah yeah. Later, you'll see my skin. I think it’s still peeling.”

“I hope it isn't, caro. You've got good skin, too. Such a shame…” Mylo rubbed his hand up and down Atlas’ spine.

“It's alright, it doesn't hurt that much.” He groaned. The slow caressing of his back made him tingle.

They sat in silence after that and they ate their pizza. They decided to save the three slices in case they were hungry later. Then, Atlas grabbed his “goody bag” and headed up stairs to a familiar room. Mylo turned on the lamps in his room. As it lit up in warm lights, something was different.

“Oh, you painted the walls. They look good. Dark green suits your vibe!” Atlas said.

“Thank you, I decided I needed a change. The posters are somewhere near where they used to be, my shelves are a bit crooked but ehh. They still hold up my things. My vinyls, that stuff, know?”

“Yeah, it looks beautiful.” Atlas said in awe, walking around and taking a seat on the bed.

“Y'know why I painted them this color?” Mylo asked as he walked over.

“Why? Because you like going on hikes or something? To feel closer to the earth?”

“No, it's for something else.” Mylo picked up Atlas’ chin and gazed into his eyes.

“Your irises.” Atlas was astonished.

“For me?” He said. He held Mylo’s hand close to his face.

“Per tu.” Mylo responded. He leaned in and kissed Atlas. Not fast, to pick up the pace for the night, but softly to start off. He obviously wasn't going to go hard on Atlas, even though they both know they like it.

“Okay, are you ready?” Atlas asked?

“Yeah yeah yeah, just lay down for a second. Make yourself comfortable.” Mylo said. Atlas laid down on the dozens of scattered pillows on the bed while he watched Mylo. He was taking his shirt off from work, just a plain black button up. He left it on the side of the bed and climbed on top and straddled Atlas. His hair dripped on his forehead due to it still being soaking wet.

“Is this okay, amore?” He asked. 

“Yes, more than okay, c'mere.” Atlas pulled Mylo in for a deep, deep kiss.

As they kissed, they both realized everything surrounding them about the kiss itself. How their lips slid together, interlocking their tongues. Atlas’ tongue kept tracing around Mylo’s teeth, it felt weird so he stopped. Mylo kept biting down on Atlas’ lips, almost bruising them to a point of no return. Their hands interlocked besides Atlas’ head, one of Mylo’s finding the back of his head and the other taking both wrists and pinning them above Atlas.

Atlas leaned up from his spot on the bed and slowly started to slip off his shirt. “Sorry, just let me-”

“I’ll help you, baby. Here-” Mylo added. He slipped off Atlas' shirt and just stared. Wow, his boyfriend is hot.

Atlas’ muscles weren't extreme, they are toned. His biceps and triceps felt defined rather than big as Mylo traced his fingers along his arms.  His obliques made him look ‘cinched’ so to say. His abdomen is very toned compared to his arms.

Mylo, on the other hand, is very passionate about working out. His reference photo is that scene in the First Avenger when Chris Evans walks out of that capsule. His muscles are more prominent than Atlas’. His goal isn't to look impossibly strong. It is to be confident in himself due to his not so supportive past. It's a way of distracting himself and just feeling good about himself.

They continued kissing and interlocking bodies, pressing against each other as they became physically hot.

“Hah… okay… ready? Or not yet?” Mylo asked,

“How about… uhm… we do what we did the week before my trip?” Atlas asked.

“Oh. That? You sure?” Mylo said. What exactly did they do again? He couldn't remember for the life of him. Until, it all came back to him when Atlas lowered himself on Mylo’s body.

“Oh, yeah, that's what it was.” Mylo groaned. Be leaned back and spread his legs.

“No, wait this isn't how it was. Sit on the edge of the bed.” Atlas spoke. Mylo followed the request.

“Si`, amore. I got you- Wait, me?” Mylo asked. HIM?! Since when was he-

“Yes, you. I mean you were the one who spread his legs first, hm?” Atlas said teasingly. He gave a deep kiss on Mylo’s neck and got up.

“Okay, fair enough.” Mylo realized that, tonight, he was probably going to be the bottom. He undid his belt, threw it to the side and sat on the edge of the bed. “Okay, now you're sure about this, caro?”

“Ya, I’m sure.” 

“Okay, because you know consent is important to me. Boundaries, y'know..."

“Yes, I know. Just tell me if I need to stop at any point. If you want to change positions, anything. Tell me.”

“Si`, ho capito.” Mylo said. With that, Atlas unzipped Mylo’s pants and slid them down to his knees. Atlas also fell to his knees.

“Holy shit, you’re hard as fuck.”

Mylo was indeed hard as fuck. His cock was protruding from his boxers, leaking precum as Atlas kept getting closer to him. His breath grew hot in the cold bedroom.

“It's really how hot how hard you are for me, baby.” Atlas whispered as he held Mylo’s thighs in his hands, gripping and kneading the skin of his legs. Gently leaving kisses higher and higher up his inner thighs.

“Mi amore, let me take your hair down if you’re gonna talk like that.” Mylo groaned. He adores Atlas’ long hair. Mylo pushed back his own out of his face  so that he could see the love of his life between his legs.

Atlas whispered “Alright, I'm gonna pull them off now-”

He took his hair out for him, he couldn't take it anymore. The teasing was too much. As Atlas dragged down Mylo’s boxers and his own, he noticed a tug on his hair.

“Per favore, bellodonno, suck it.” Mylo whimpered.

“Gladly.” Atlas slowly put his hands under Mylo’s length and started with just the tip. He did ‘suck it,’ just slowly at first. He didn't want to take it too far yet.

Mylo was just a whimpering mess with Atlas down there. He was gripping the bedsheets, gripping his hair and pulling him closer. Slowly but surely, Atlas took his whole length, Mylo let out a long groan.

“Ooohhh fuuuuck…” Mylo moaned.

“Like that, sayang?” Atlas murmured.

“Sayang? That's a new- mph- one…” he stifled.

“No, I've said it before” Atlas thought. With his free hand, the other on Mylo’s thigh gripping tight, he took out his own cock and started stroking it.

“Amore, what are you doing, I hear that…” Mylo moaned. Atlas pulled out, panting and holding his jaw.

“Sorry, I just… had to. Don't you want to… come faster, sayang?...” Mylo heard the wet sounds of Atlas stroking himself getting slowly faster. Mylo took one hand from Atlas’ scalp and stroked his lip. It had some spit, or precum, on it, from the obvious circumstances.

“Oh, look at you. You look so hot with my precum around your mouth.” Mylo whimpered. “Okay, go back. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

“Okay…” Atlas slid Mylo’s length back down his throat. His eyes watering and dripping down his face, tears. But they weren't sad tears, no no. They were from pure pleasure.

Mylo was getting close. No. He is close.

“Baby, okay, okay, stop. Per favore, stop-” Mylo whimpered.

Atlas kept thinking “I know, I know, come on, just a bit more-” 

“-stop STOP! I’m gonna- I’m gonna- UGH! Fuuucking shit…” Mylo was left on edge, sinking into the bed, leaning back onto a green pillow.

“Oh, I'm not done yet, my love.” Atlas stood shakily and went to the bag. He pulled out a box of condoms and put one on Mylo.

“Dude, are you sure? You can just let me cum, you know… why wont you let me-”

“I’m not letting you because we haven't done it before, Besides that one time…” Atlas added. Indeed, Mylo did come inside of him once, only one time, and it was by accident.

Mylo gave a scoff. “Please, just let me cum inside of you.” he whimpered.

“Are you sure?” Atlas tiled his head.

“Positive.” Mylo said as he grabbed Atlas’ face.

“Okay, you asked for it.” Atlas slid the condom off and threw it into the trash. He then leaped onto the bed and on top of Mylo.

“I’m gonna put it in, sayang.” Atlas straddled Mylo and guided his boyfriend’s cock into his hole.

As it went in, deep as it could go, they were a whole fucking mess.

“AUGH! Fucking merda, ugh, that feels good…” Mylo screamed.

“I know, I know, it's alright. It does. I’m gonna go slow, tell me when I can pick up the pace…” Atlas said caringly.

“Mhm… si`.” Mylo affirmed. And with that, Atlas slowly started moving up and down his cock.

Atlas leaned down and whispered “Hold my hips down, kneed the flesh, do what feels natural, feel good for me, darling…” Atlas said into Mylo’s ear.

Mylo then grabbed and started stroking Atlas’ cock.

“AGH- WOAHHHhhhh fuuucccckkkkk that's good…” Atlas shuddered as Mylo grabbed his member and stroked and jerked it to the rhythm of the bed creaks they created as Atlas bounced on his length.

“Holy shit, keep going like that, I’m gonna cum- actually this time-” Mylo strained. Combined with him stroking Atlas and Atlas gripping his sides, he was going to cum quicker than he thought he would.

Atlas went a bit faster than he was, and Mylo started to shake.

“SHIT SHIT FUCK, I'M CUMMING BABY, UGHHHHH fuuuuckkkkk…” Mylo came and he came hard.

Atlas, with this hot liquid shooting up his body, came as well. “Darling… I’m coming too…”

“WHAT?!?! Oh shit.. UGH!” Mylo was then greeted with a pearl necklace on his chest. And some squirting into his mouth. He wiped it off his cheek and licked it off.

“Holy fuck, baby, come here, c’mere… grab a tissue…” Atlas groaned. Mylo grabbed the tissue box from the nightstand and wiped off the semen from his chest. He could see his heart beating out of it. Atlas laid down, Mylo’s cock still inside him.

“Oh my god, that angle… ugh, I’m still cumming, bellodonno… I think…” Mylo laughed.

“That's alright, I- I feel it… lets just stay like this for a bit, is that okay?” Atlas whispered as he got comfortable atop his boyfriend.

“I love how you act like such a baby after coming. Of course it’s okay, it's more than okay, love. I like this anyway. We can continue later… we have time…” Mylo kissed Atlas’ forehead and closed his eyes. Their breathing slowed and they soon napped together.

And an hour later, they did it again. This time, Atlas was being the power bottom that he is.

Present day…

Mylo woke up in his bed. His dark green walls made the room seem darker than it used to be when the sun rose in the morning.

Atlas was asleep on his chest, wrapped in his own shirt. Mylo kissed his head and caressed his hair.

“Ti amo, amore.” He whispered.

“You too…” Atlas responded.

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“Okay, sugar, here's how it’s gonna go.”

Argenti had been following Boothill around the Astral Express. Thank the Aeons Pom Pom let them stay there for the few weeks during and after the procedure. Oh yes, almost forgot to mention, Boothill had a mechanical procedure on his…

How does he put it? Ah yes, his rooster.

He decided he needed to get a replacement. These decisions and documents were thankfully signed before a duel. He was stupid enough to start running and bent it when he fell face first onto the ground. He needed a replacement. He also had some tweaks on his sensory sensors (it sounds so dumb guys omfg) so that he can feel things around him, like the trigger of a gun. And so that he can feel other things, you know what I mean.

Argenti had just been helping him out with test running if the wires were in all the right places and releasing the right things. All of the integrations, so far, were connected correctly. One final test needed to be done before they were released from the Astral Express.

And one final release was all they needed.

Boothill was sitting with his legs spread and shirt off on the bed in one of the several guest rooms of the Express. He was there alone with Argenti. No one else was on board, besides probably Pom Pom and another guest. Before, Argenti heard some doors sliding open and closed, then a bouncy “bum bum bum bum” across the hallways. Probably Pom Pom. Argenti was in the corner of the room doing the same and taking his shirt off.

“Okay, sugar, here’s how it's gonna go now.”

“Yes, dear?”

“Okay, first off no-”

“I know I know, no more poking and prodding, mon cher. At least not with metal instruments.” Argenti chuckled.

“Ha ha ha, funny.” Boothill said sarcastically. “I know, before this procedure, we’ve done this. You've been fine, I've been fine, and that's how it'll stay with… this new part of me.” He said pointing down at his crotch.

“I know, dear. Nothing is going to change if that's what you mean.” Argenti gave a quick kiss to his forehead.

“Nah, I’m not worryin’ ‘bout that. I know you know I care ‘bout you tons, right?” Boothill asked seriously as he picked his head up to look at Argenti.

“Yes, of course, love.”

“Then why all the nicknames?”

“W-What?” Argenti stood back from his closeness to Boothill.

“All th’ nicknames “Dear,” “Love,” “Moan Share,” all that shirt. You only use them every other fudgin’ word when you’re worryin’. "Bout me, battles, reservations, yadah yadah.”

“Well, I just don't want to hurt you, y'know. With this final test.”

“Baby, you can hurt me and I won't feel a thing-” Argenti straddled Boothill, his cold metallic torso touching Argenti’s bare chest.

Boothill reacted more than he’s ever reacted to being straddled. That was odd…

“AUGH, FUDGE, UGH… I forgot they tweaked those sensors…” Hah, that explains it.

“Y'know what else they tweaked, dear?” Argenti whispered as he put his hand around Boothill’s neck.

“You think I’m focused on what they did to me?”

“In the contract, it stated that you also had another setting tweaked and fixed.”

“Wha- UGH!” Boothill felt a button being pressed down on the back dead center of his skull. His eyes went blue and buffered. He started to sweat from his brow.

“Boothill?! Oh, no. Is that supposed to happen? That's what the mechanic said, isn't it?” Argenti got off Boothill and ran over to the table by the car door and picked up a manual. It outlined the tests and other things that could happen during his recovery. Other tests that were already completed were taste detection, scent detection, sensory detection and release detection. They were each to be taken a few days to a week apart from each other. The first two were fine, and his sensory detection just finished. All that was left was the release.

A dial-up sound came from Boothill, his eyes flashed black and white static. The silver cowboy woke up.

“Ugh… Genti…” Argenti rushed over to Boothill, holding his face. He was acting drowsy like he just woke up from a red eye flight.

“What in the fuck did-” Boothill covered his mouth. What did he just say for the first time in years?

“Fuck. Shit. Motherfucker, OH MY GOD, GENTI!!! HOLY SHIT! This is the best fuckin’ thing that's ever done happened to me!! HAHA!!” Boothill was absolutely ecstatic. His Universal Translator was finally fixed!

Wait… Oh no.

His Universal Translator was fixed…

“Oh my… you can curse now? I pressed the wrong button, there's another one that does something else-”

“I don't care ‘bout the other thing you' re tryin’ to do. C'mere, sugar.” Boothill pulled Argenti into a deep kiss, their noses getting in the way of each other from going further into each other's touch.

As one of them grew harder, the other grew along with it. Rubbing against each other, grinding, almost thrusting, but not to that point yet.

“Baby, get those fuckin’ pants off your legs. Start the test.” Boothill begged.

“You have to calm down first. I get it you're hard, but please-”

Boothill was already half way done with undoing his pants. “Rosy, please. I'll calm down.”

“Okay, fine. Breathe first. With me.” Argenti stood Boothill up to his feet. Argenti took a deep breath, holding his hands up to his chest, raising them. Boothill followed and took a deep breath in. Argenti then let his breath go slowly. Boothill followed. He then put his hands around Argenti’s waist, moving his cold hands up and down his sides. His thumbs then found the thin shirt fabric around Argenti’s pectorals.

“Boothill… you know how fucking sensitive I am.” He groaned.

“Oh so now you're cursin’, sugar?” Boothill pulled him in for another deep kiss. Argenti awkwardly tried to take off Boothill’s shorts to start the test. Boothill broke away.

“You ready now, love?” Argenti asked as he guided Boothill to the wall.

“Mhm.” Boothill helped Genti out and pulled down his shorts. He had no undergarments on. Not that he needs them… but… wow.

His new attachment was quite larger than what it was before the duel. It was wider as well. Around maybe an inch or two longer and a half inch thicker. It was now around 8.12 inches… Sweet mother of Aeons. Argenti was in for a ride trying not to finish.

The first thing that came out of Argenti's mouth was “Wait, you were free-balling it?” Argenti genuinely asked.

Boothill let out a loud laugh. “BAHAHAHA, Oh sugar, you make me laugh so fuckin’ hard-”

“-SHHHH, people might hear you. Pom Pom might kick us out-” Boothill pulled Argenti into a final deep kiss. As their tongues gave out with no energy left to move, jaws started to ache, they stopped.

“Okay, please just make me come now, sugar.”

‘If you say so…” Argenti said slyly. Little did he know, Argenti was instructed that Boothill was not able to release his… lets just say his fuel for now. He wasn't allowed to release his fuel until a month after the procedure. The procedure happened almost a month prior. He had just 3 more days until he could let him release his metal heart’s content.

Argenti took off his pants, shoved Boothill against the wall.

“Woah now sugar, you’re gonna top me?”

“It's a wall, dear.” He whispered. Argenti then took Boothill's cock balls deep, first try.

Sweet Mother of Aeons.

"UGH- Boothill, Sweet Idrila..." Argenti's reaction was priceless to Bootill.

“Rosy, thats really fuckin' hot youre takin' me all the way. Holy fucking shit, baby… ugh it feels really fuckin’ good.” Boothill grunted. Holy fucking shit is right.

Argenti scoffed. “Don't overuse that language, I can press that button again-”

“Don't you fuckin’ dare, darlin’.” Boothill demanded. He pulled his long hair back into a messy bun with a weak hair tie and started thrusting his hips onto Argenti’s shaft.

“C’mon, I'm close already, Rosy. Put some work into it, let me come for ya.”

“I’m trying, it's hard to keep up with your rhythm, darling- UGH!” Argenti threw his head back a bit while his silver cowboy was destroying him from the bottom.

“What? Fine, this better?” Boothill slowed his pace, to try and give Argenti a chance to keep up.

“Yes, much, thank you, dear. At this rate, you’ll make me finish as well.” He laughed. Argenti then slowly rocked his hips forward and back on Boothill’s new length, getting used to the length and girth. Holy Aeons, was it hard getting used to it. He was proud of his own length, girth, what have you. But Boothill’s?

He now has some competition.

“Oh fuck, darlin’ I’m close, so fuckin’ close.” Boothill moaned. He grabbed hold of Argenti’s long hair.

“I know, I know you are, love.” He grunted. Argenti picked up Boothill’s ass and wrapped his legs around his own waist.

“Make me finish with this new cock of mine, please. I mean look at ya, pickin’ me up, you’re so strong, baby.”

“Oh, I hate that you can talk like this… I'm so used to the “fudge” and “muddle fudgers.” I never should’ve pushed that button-” Argenti added.

“-Make me finish. Please, darlin’ please.” Boothill begged. Argenti thrusted faster on Boothill. The coldness of his shaft fading away and becoming warmer and warmer, almost hot. Was it a feature? Or was it his body heat? 

“OH MY FUCK- ALMOST!!-” Boothill gripped onto Argenti’s sides.

“PLEASE, please baby, oooh youre fuckin’ playing me now, don't play me now, sugar, I know you want to let me come, you better fuckin’ let me come Rosy, right the fuck now-” Boothill was rambling. He always rambles when he’s close to coming.

Argenti stopped. He stepped away and Boothill was dragged out.

“UGH! GENTI, THE FUCK?!-” Argenti shut him up with a long french kiss. HIs jaw ached from panting, his eyes watered from hearing Boothill beg. It hurt him not letting his silver cowboy come. 

“Baby, the fuck are you doing to me, why wont you let me- see look its dripping, please I can’t tell if its yours or mine, please let me come, let me fuckin’ come-” Boothill was on the brink of tears. They haven’t had sex in a month, he could resist but not for that long. 

“I’m sorry mon cher, the manual says that I can’t let you release. At least we both know that you’re calibrated.”

“Are you sayin’ that shit Rosy or is it just that you wanna fuckin’ edge me to tears?”

“I want to let you, you know I do. I just can’t right now.”

“DId that manual ever say anything about you comin’ in me?”

Argenti froze. “What? Well, no it didn't."

“Then come inside me, sugar.”

“Ah, a loophole. Very clever, mon cher.” Argenti caressed the cowboy’s chin. Oh, how could he refuse? It's true, the manual never said that the one doing the tests couldn't give their partners pleasure, hm?

“Fine, I’ll do it for you, my silver cowboy.”

“Oohhh fuck yeah, come for me, darlin’.” Boothill whimpered. Argenti barely hears him whimper, only on special occasions or when he edges him. All fun and games unless he does it for too long.

Argenti put his length into Boothill’s body and started thrusting into him.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby, come in me, come for me, please please pleasee…” Boothill groaned. His hair fell out of the bun and fell down his shoulders like a noir waterfall.

“Im gonna fuckin’ come, please let me please let me- UGH! The FUCK you doin’?” Argenti had pulled out. He was coming, but he wasn't inside of Boothill.

“I- ngh- I didn't want to…” Argenti whimpered. "Knights of Beauty, Idrila, save me..." he thought.

Boothill held Argenti’s face up to his. “Rosy, I love you, but what in the everlovin' fuck is wrong with you? The manual said-”

“-The manual said that I can’t come inside of you or do basically anything pleasurable until the month is over. We have three days until we’re good to go for as long as you want to. I promise, at midnight, I’ll let you come as much as you want on me, in me, anything. Forgive me.” Argenti knelt down, head below Boothill’s throbbing cock.

“Oh, I fuckin’ hate it when you edge me like this, its so fuckin’ hard not to come… But it's hot…”He laughed.

“I’m sorry, my silver cowboy.” Argenti looked up, face to face with Boothill’s sheer length. Sweet Aeons. “Forgive me once again.”

Boothill picked up Argenti’s face. “I-It’s alright, sugar. I-I can keep it in.” He was restrained from coming inside his rose for just a few more days. He couldn’t wait until those three days were over.

Argenti stood and hugged Boothill tightly. Ever so tightly that Argenti almost couldn't breathe.

“Until midnight, mon cher?”

Boothill paused and sighed. He looked at his blooming rose, caressing the shining skin thanks to the afterglow of his release.

“Until midnight, sugar.”

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You held the chocolates close to your chest. You bought them offline to better your relationship with Dr. Li. They have hints of, obviously, chocolate and some other natural aphrodisiacs like ginseng, pomegranate and red wine. You forgot what was on the box, but the reviews were good.

“Okay… you can do this… it isn't your first time. But it is with these… LETS JUST DO THIS!”” You said to yourself. You were about to leave your apartment in Linkon and head over to Dr. Li’s. Or should you say Dr. Zayne’s? Let’s just say Zayne’s. Your relationship has expanded MUCH farther than just childhood friends or  a doctor and patient.

Since the last check up and hang out you two have had, you've been talking about the next time you'd meet just to be with each other. Not for medicinal reasons, more comforting exchanges than those in a doctor’s office. You arrived at Zayne’s apartment complex. It appears very sleek and clean looking. 

“Very modern… OOO!!! CAT!” You exclaimed. A cat was sitting on the steps up to the main entrance of the complex. A tuxedo kitten, aww adorable. It started purring and walking towards and around your legs. You picked it up and started stroking its patterned forehead.

“Awww so cuteeee.” You said. What else would you say if you saw a tuxedo kitten?

“Cats have been known to purr when they sense someone they trust is around, you know MC.” A voice said behind you. Was it someone from the 109 Zone? From The Hunter’s Association concerned about work?! Are you in trouble?!?!

“Who is this?” You shuddered, holding the kitten and chocolates close.

“Just someone you’ve decided to meet with. Concerning something along the lines of innuendos I cannot say out loud.” Zayne stepped out in front of you. You almost didn't recognize him with his hair growing out into a short mullet and his glasses being a bit fogged up.

“How have you been, MC? Oh, sorry, I must’ve forgotten. How have you been, Emcee?” He called you by your first name. Only. He used to only ever call you by your last name and kept it professional. 

“I've been good, you?” Oh the way he says your name, it makes your heart flutter. Zayne reached out his hand.

“Good to hear. Come on, I’ll show you around my apartment first before we… you know, Emcee.” You took his hand. “Okay, let's go! So far, it's beautiful. I mean, you've got cats outside, that's a pretty good sign to me!"

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Since the November winds were picking up, you were both wearing heavy clothing to shield the cold. Zayne has his glasses on and you have one of your matching coats. He lent you his the last time you met, and returned it at your next appointment with him. He gifted you with a white coat with fur hood. Its drawstrings to tighten said hood were decorated with pompoms. It came with a red scarf and a little gift from Zayne. A snowflake necklace that lays just perfectly on your neck. But the only flaw about your outfit tonight was the fact that a knit sweater was all you had on. None of your bras or even sports bras were clean due to training using them all up.

“I hope he won’t notice…” you thought,

He dragged you inside the foyer of the complex. “That wind picked up out of nowhere, I forgot to close my windows.”

Whenever Zayne speaks, you hear the same inflection. Whether he’s worried about your heart, your journey home from a coffee shop, even when he forgets to close his windows on a windy day. It’s always: “Oh, be safe,” “Have a good day, MC,” and recently “I forgot to close my windows.” Not a single wavering of his speech whatsoever.

“Its all the way up the stairs and to the right, Emcee. Follow me.” 

“Huh.” you thought. He took your hand and led you up the staircase. Even the stairwell matched the outside of the complex, much cleaner that a lot of staircases in Linkon. Once you two made it up all the stairs, he guided you into his apartment. His keys jingled as he took them out of his coat pocket, a cheesy snowman keychain you gave him shone brightly from the hallway light. 

Obviously knowing Zayne for quite some time, his apartment is very clean. A white couch, large windows that were indeed open, letting in a cool breeze. Plants were scattered along the living room, modern stairs leading up to his office and bedroom you’d assume. You started to unzip your coat, but Zayne slid it off your shoulders and put it on the coatrack by the door.

“Would you like coffee? Or perhaps tea?” He said as he took off his own coat. “I remember you saying you like both. Tea has many health benefits, especially for you.” You were distracted by what Zayne had on under his coat. A black form fitting long sleeve shirt. You saw he had some type of work or suit pants on, so you assumed he had on a button up or polo on. Nope. You stared at the outlines of his muscles showing through the shirt, due to the breeze being let in, you were both still chilly. The outline of his nipples showed through as well. Oh no.

“Wait, what? Sorry, I zoned out.” You said awkwardly.

Zayne laughed. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“Uhm… This is going to sound childish, but do you have hot cocoa?”

Zayne gave a smile. “It isn't childish, I can make you one. I'll show you the kitchen while I’m at it. Or if you want to look around you're welcome to, Emcee.”

Zayne walked into his kitchen and started a kettle for hot water. When that started, he checked in on you, swinging your feet hanging off the couch.

“Like it? I had it commissioned by a colleague of mine.”

“It's very comfy!” You said, laying down.

“Hm, good.” He said. Zayne went back to the kitchen as he heard the kettle going off.

You wandered around his living room some more before smelling sweet chocolate wafting from the kitchen. You lost track of time and heard Zayne shout. “It's ready, Emcee.” You stepped into the kitchen and saw two mugs ready.

“Would you like anything else before we get started?”

“Nope, not really. Thank you so much, Zayne.” You nodded as he handed you the mug. It was hot to the touch, but it became less of a burning sensation and more of a calming one.

I mean, it's the perfect day to do this. Mid November on a Thursday, 6:31 PM, cozy turtle neck sweater, sparrows chirping outside a large window overlooking the falling leaves of oak trees, and having hot cocoa with your old friend and doctor.

And partner. 

You and Zayne walked over to the couch, he sat next to you, bringing over his cup of hot cocoa.

“You know I brought the chocolates right?” You said between sipping your hot cocoa.

“Oh, really? I never thought you’d actually get them.”

“What? Are you saying I’m a-” “I’m not making any assumptions. I just never remember you being this type of person.” He interrupted.

“Uhm, well it's been a while, hasn't it?” You said back.

“Well, yes it has.” Zayne said, defeated in this short-lived argument.

“Do you want to eat anything before we start or just dive right in?” You asked.

“Well, it is around the time I eat dinner and I finished up all my work…” As Zayne reviewed what he did today, you slid a piece of chocolate out of the pack. You split it into two and plopped it into the hot cocoas. You genuinely wanted hot cocoa, it just so happened you had the aphrodisiac on you.

“I guess we can have a tiny meal for dinner. I can order something, do you have a preference?”

“How about we finish our drinks first?” You asked with a smile on your face.

“Well, I couldn't see why not.” You leaned on Zayne's shoulder as you both finished up the hot cocoa.

As he let out a sigh, sipping the last drop of the drink, now cold to the taste, his heartbeat sped up.

“Emcee, the chocolate tastes bitter, is it because it grew cold?” He asked. A bead of sweat rolled down his neck.

“Not sure, mine tastes fine.” Your heart started to race a bit as well. “It's working, MUAHAHA!!” You thought. You wouldn't know how this would end though…

“Wait, let me see the chocolate on the table please.” Shit, he caught you. “WHY did I leave it on the table?” You thought in defeat.

He read the label carefully. “Ginseng… wine… oh no.”

“What? Is it bad? Is it expired?” You bent over to look at the label.

“No, it isn't expired. You should've read the label on the website before you bought this, Emcee…” his glasses started fogging up. You noticed he was breathing heavily from his mouth instead of his nose. “All of these inclusions increase Phenylethylamine and Tryptophan levels by 45%...”

“And? Translate for me, please?”

He looked down at his hands, they started to softly shake. “Phenylethylamine is also known as a ‘love drug…’ it increases… sexual hormones and feelings in a person's body…” He took off his glasses and turned to you, grabbing the sides of your waist.

“How much did you put into our drinks?”

“I split a square in half and put one in each… is that bad?”

“Is it bad?” He laughed. His grip grew tighter with one hand as he reached to grab the packet of chocolate. Zayne’s hands returned to your waist, grip tightening. “Read the label for me, Emcee.”

You grunted. “O-Okay, uhm… it says:

‘Serving Size: 1/16th of a Square.’

…Oh. Shit.”

“You're in big trouble now, Emcee. You gave us one half of the square, four times the serving amount.” He laughed and threw his head back. “Oh you weren't prepared for this. Were you?” Zayne asked as he tilted his head and moved closer to you.

He did not at all seem like himself at all. He was usually very careful with how he presents himself. Voice low, professional and expressionless. But this Zayne?

You are indeed not prepared for what is to come.

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Zayne pulled your body close and started to kiss you intensely. His hands found your face as he caressed your skin slowly. Your hands slip up his neck to his ears as you fondled with his lobes. Your skin grew hot, your teeth almost banged into each other, Zayne pulled away. He stood you up and dragged you up off the couch.

“Let me pick you up, we’re continuing this upstairs, Emcee.” You nodded.

“Wrap your arm around my neck.” He demanded. You are starting to like this side of him. He’s being dominant, so to speak.

With you putting your arm around his neck and firmly on his shoulder, he picked you up one handed with ease.

“Holy shit-”

“-Shh. D-Don't talk just yet, please.” He spoke softly. It was completely different from the demeanor he was presenting a few seconds ago. He ascended the staircase with ease and you in his arms. He opened the door to his monochrome bedroom and he shut and locked it behind you. He let you down.

“G-Get on the bed, Emcee.” He was back to the demanding speech he had downstairs. “I hate to ask you something before we go any further-” you tried pulling him in for a kiss again. He grabbed your face and shook his head.

“Tsk tsk tsk, no Emcee. Let me ask a question.” he smirked. “We need a safeword. I-I know alcohol affects me in these w-ways and I'm holding back as much as I can r-right now, so please pick one. Quickly.”

He looked desperate for your lips to touch his, constantly looking down at them and looking further down at your chest, fiddling with the necklace he gifted you. As well as softly caressing your unsupported chest.

“Shit, you noticed.” You moaned softly. “I was hoping the c-chocolate didn't have this intense of an effect on you…”

He started to lean you down softly onto the bed.

“I never let myself touch alcohol or aphrodisiacs of any kind…” He leaned into your ear, cupping your chest in one of his massive hands, the other cupping the back of your head pulling you closer to him.

“But for you, I broke that rule.” Your eyes rolled back slightly, his breath running down your neck and collar, down the crevice of your breasts. You whimpered. You felt him smirk as his lips traced your earlobe.

“D-Did you use your Evol for that?” You groaned.

“What do you think, Emcee?” Zayne bit down on your neck like a vampire and started to leave marks along it. He kept groaning in between each bite, licking or kissing the spot before biting down viciously. You tried to fight back but he just kept pressing you down into the mattress.

“S-SIR! STOP, PLEASE, WAIT!” You screamed. He stopped.

“Sir? That is what you’ve decided on for a safeword?” He left your neck red and met your eyes with his. You were caught off guard and stuttered.

“I-I uhm.., mhm. Yes. That's t-the safeword, sir.”

“Oh, she looks so beautiful.” Zayne thought. Laid down and toppled by his body, hair messed up and laid out on the sheets, marks and hickeys left all over both sides of her neck, made by him, sweat dripping down her forehead. God, it was more intoxicating than the alcohol.

“Sir. Hm. I like that special ring it has.” Zayne now believed you were deemed worthy of all the love that he could give under the influence of the chocolate. 

“Now,” he leaned up from his straddled position on top of you. “You say that word when it gets too much for you. Whether it be for me to slow down, change something if you're uncomfortable or if you want me to completely stop, which I doubt you do. But I can be wrong.” All his talking was driving you completely nuts. 

“When is he going to ask me to continue?" You thought.

“Take off your sweater. It fits you wonderfully and compliments your body, but it has to go.” He said as he started to slide it up above your head.

“Oh, Emcee. Beautiful…” Zayne caressed your body and held your breasts in his hands. He used his Evol to lower the temperature at his fingertips and lightly moved them about your chest at the most sensitive spots. You lightly clawed at his back, not with pain, with pleasure. You're pissed he hadn’t done this sooner.

You lightly moaned and groaned at Zayne’s soft touch, gripping tighter and tighter to him. Even affected by the chocolate, it being a natural aphrodisiac itself, Zayne knew his and your boundaries.

But in this state, should he be restrained by them?

“Zayne…”

“Yes, Emcee?”

“Even with you respecting my boundaries, I love it, but please do more.” You pushed your chest forward as a sign to let him… well… mark them up. “I’m letting you.”

Zayne, with no hesitation, laid you down again and started to kiss around your collarbone. Going lower and lower after leaving small marks along your delicate skin.

“Love, you taste amazing.” he moaned. 

‘Love?’ He had never called you that before…

Zayne grunted. “Take off your jeans, please, I’m not sure how long this will last…” He said as he slowly started unzipping your fly.

You vividly remember reading the serving size out loud and reading the rest in her mind.

“Depending on how much of the chocolate you or your partner eats, it can last for up to two hours for one serving.”

And guess what original thought you've had for the umpteenth time tonight?

“Shit…”

Zayne spoke demandingly again. “Hold up your hips, Emcee.” You followed. Your hips ached from the previous grinding you were doing before.

Why were you worried about this? Why do you keep dodging the fact that you went on that website and you bought the chocolate and you put it into the hot cocoa? It's been your fault all along that he’s like this. It feels wrong, yes that you are putting your boyfriend in this state, there is pity there. But, it is being submerged by the pleasure you are both seeking. You agreed to this.

You created the safeword.

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“Baby, are you okay? Do you want me to stop? It’ll be hard but I can try-” you pulled him in for a deep kiss as you lifted your hips and allowed him to pull off your jeans. His hands traced your back, one stopped at the small of it and the other went up to your neck, holding you up.

You also were the one to pick out your outfit this morning.

“Hah… Emcee, are those the cotton garments I recommended to you?” He went professional again. For your health down there, he suggested getting breathable fabrics so that you don't get infections. Cotton, for example. The set that you picked out, which you forgot the matching bra at home, had blue lace surrounding the front and it got slimmer in the back with a tiny bow above the crevice of your ass.

“Yes, uhm… they're cotton. Very breathable…” You muttered as he fondled with the bow and the peak of your ass.

“Mhm, I can smell your scent from here… it is intoxicating…” He fiddled with the bow on the back, pulling it back and letting it snap onto your backside, driving you utterly insane.

“Just take them off already, sir.” You asked.

“I'm starting to like the sound of that.” Zayne slid off the blue panties and unveiled your scent even more. The air around your crotch grew cold as his breath drew closer in between your thighs. He moved one of your legs above his shoulder.

“Jeez, he really can’t get enough of the temperature play…” You thought. But you put yourself up to this, so you can’t really defend yourself later after the chocolate wears off. He inched closer and close enough where his nose almost touched your most sensitive spot.

“MPH- Zayne, jeez watch it- AUGH!” He cut you off to indulge in your taste. You felt his tongue insert into your body and couldn't resist grabbing on tight to his scalp.

“Holy fucking shit, Zayne- ngh- You really know your shit…” You mumbled, trying not to talk that much and let out your embarrassing moans. 

“Do I now?” He whispered before indulging himself again. His tongue flicked up and down around the core of your hole, gently licking around your clit and folds.

(TEEHEE hey guys checking in, how you doin'? take some hot cocoa for the road, yeah? 😁☕)

You gripped his head tighter and pulled him closer to your core. He lowered the temperature of his tongue and inserted it again into you. You kept muffling your moans, Zayne stopped.

“Love, I won't continue if you keep holding back from letting me know how good you feel for me.”

“W-What do you mean?” You groaned as you felt him pull away from you.

“Stop muffling yourself.” He looked up at you with some submissive emotion as he spoke. “Make as many sounds as you possibly can. I need to know how good you feel for me.” He backed away from your clit.

“Let it all out.” His hazy eyes gleamed as he spoke. Spit and precum along the sides of his mouth, sweat on his brow, God, he looked so hot. How could you say no?

“F-Fine.” You whispered and agreed to his plea.

“I didn't hear you. Say it again.” Zayne pulled away more, almost letting go of your leg.

“YES! FINE!” You screamed.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Zayne dove back into your core. More intense than the first indulgence. His tongue reached in further, his licks became more precise and cleaner than before. Zayne’s chilled tongue driving you insane made you moan and whimper more and more than you were concealing from him earlier.

“Mph… Zayne… I’m gonna- ugh- I’m gonna fucking come…” you groaned down at him. Your legs spread and your hips kept thrusting closer into his touch.

“I know, I know, come for me, love. But watch that mouth.” He moaned. He went faster at your g-spot after finding it a few minutes ago. You held his scalp tighter than ever and threw your head back as you felt yourself at the climax.

“Y=YES! Shit- I’m coming Zayne, I’m fucking com- UGH?” Zayne stopped. He lifted you and pushed your body closer to the headboard of his bed. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m going to fuck you now. I need you.” He spoke. His eyes glared and he slid off his pants.

“You see what you have done to me? This isn't the chocolate talking, y’know.”

“Oh, I know, sir.” You spoke softly. Zayne then grabbed your face and turned it to him, slowly caressing your lips.

“Hm, now, come for me.” He hummed as he gave you a quick, deep kiss. Zayne inserted himself. Holy fucking Astra.

“UGH! Zayne I’m gonna come already-” You gasped as he slowly put himself in. He wasn't even half way when you started to orgasm.

“-Holy Astra, you're so tight… mph you're going to make me finish quick…” He slowly thrusted into you, not all the way in and out, just slow. “But who said that we are finished, hm?”

It was at this point that Zayne slowly started to go faster. Even though you already came when he had just inserted his shaft into you, he was obviously going to make you come again. He went fast.

And then faster.

And faster. The bed creaked and bent with each thrust he gave to you. Holy Astra, why hadn't you bought that aphrodisiac sooner?

“Sir, my back-” Zayne stopped at sir.

“Yes?” he spoke softly, wiping hair out of your field of view.

“Grab that pillow behind you.” He said. You reached for the decorative pillow behind you. It’s a circle with an intricate snowflake on it. 

“Lift your hips.” You do as he slides the pillow under your hips. “Now set them down. Is that better for you, love?” Zayne tilted his head as he asked. 

“M-Mhm, yes.” You mumbled.

“Good.” He said in a different tone. What could that mean-

Zayne started thrusting into you faster than he was before. Faster than he ever has.

Occasionally he went slow, going all the way in, balls deep,  Then, he pulled out gently, all the way, and went fast again. He knew what he was doing to you and he knew you liked it.

“Emcee, I feel you starting to tighten around me. Are you starting to come?”

“Mhm, yes sir, yes yes, I am….” You whimpered under him. You looked utterly desperate for him to come inside of you.

“You feeling like this… it's getting me close…” He groaned. He went a bit slower, breathing heavily with each thrust he gave to you.

“Zayne, why did you slow down, I'm so close please, just keep going-” Zayne covered your mouth as he slowly sped up. He looked down at your chest, moving up and down with your breath.

“I'm gonna come, fuuuck.” Zayne moaned. “AUGH, Love, I'm coming…” He groaned into your ear as he lowered his chin and bit down on your neck. Muffled moans erupting from his mouth as he came.

You were soon filled with hot liquid as he slowly thrust into you making sure no single drop was inside of your core.

“ZAYNE, UGH, I’M GONNA- UGH!” You groaned as you clawed at his bare back. You felt your legs shake and heart beat as fast as it does in the heat of battle, only this time you weren't fighting Wanderers.

“Oohhh fuuuck…” He groaned as you came again for him, his cock still inside of you, slowly thrusting in and out of your throbbing core at that amazing angle, thanks to the pillow.

“Are you still coming?” He grunted. 

“Mhm, I think so…” “You're making me finish again- ugh fuuck…” He moaned as he grabbed you closer to him as he came inside of you again. You have never heard Zayne curse this much. That might be the chocolate…

“Ugh, it feels so good, Zayne. Any health benefits?” You said, trying to make a quick joke.

“Hah, funny. Not to my expertise, since I am not in that field. I can ask-” You kissed him slowly. Your tongues intertwined as your heads tilted at odd angles.

“Ugh, come here, lay on him for a second. Rest before we start once again.” He rolled over and patted his chest. You went to lay on top of him, you felt his heartbeat pump inside his chest. Your chests rose and fell in tandem as you tried to calm yourselves.

“Are you alright, love?” Zayne asked as he stroked your hair back from your forehead.

“Yeah, that was just, wow. I didn't know you’d be that intense or insane and demanding and-” He cut you off, kissing your forehead and shushing you.

“ITs alright. After the chocolate wears off, then we can talk about things like that.”

“But you asked me the question?” you asked. He did ask the question.

“What are you talking about? The chocolate got to you too, I see.” He giggled with a familiar smile on his face. You ruffled his hair and just laid on his chest until either of you asked to continue.

For the meantime, you just laid there, basking in your own sweat and cum, waiting for that chocolate to kick back in,

“I just know he wants to be called sir again.” You thought as your eyes fluttered shut.

“I just know Emcee wants to be called love again.” Zayne thought as his eyes closed.

Did either of you ask to continue?

Of course you fucking did.

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“You coming back yet, cutie?” you hear Rafayel groaned impatiently over the phone.

“I’m stuck outside the gate, Raf.” You yelled at your phone.

You heard him shuffle around awkwardly over the phone. “OH! Sorry, cutie, I must've left it locked when I sent you out for the cream, I’ll try to unlock it now.” You heard him move around and heard a button BZZT! from over the phone and the gate opened its doors to you a few seconds later.

“Thanks babe, ill see you in two.” You hung up the phone and strutted inside. You knew why he took so long to unlock it.

You left him tied up to the bed.

Now you might be asking, “Some backstory if you will, please, Echo?” Well ask and you shall receive. Like Rafayel did.

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The previous day, Rafayel asked you a question.

“Do you know any knots like those boy scouts do?”

“Uhm, yes. I think we had some training with tying them during Hunter’s training. Why?”

“Oh, nothing cutie. Just wanted to try something… let me get it.” Rafayel left you in his studio as he wandered around the corner to his room, even though the studio is basically his second bedroom.

He had called you over that afternoon for an opinion on an upcoming piece for an art show he was asked to present at. You kind of remember him calling you up around noon and asking,

“Ma petite artiste, should I use Cobalt or Celtic blue paint for this portrait?" And instead of choosing over the phone, he just called you over to see it in person. When you arrived, he changed the subject after choosing a shade of red rather than the blue.

“I think it looks better than what I could've put.” It was a portrait of a woman, most likely from Lemurian myth. She had a long flowing dress that shaped into a tail around her feet. While the woman and dress were in shades of blue and purple, the outline of her tail was shades of crimson red.

“Don't you like it? It reminds me of a certain beloved bride…” He put his hand to his chin, tapping rhythmically. “Doesn't it, cutie?” He looked down at you, copying his gesture.

“Hmm, who is this supposed to be?”

“Oh, don't you see?! The hair, the dress, the face?” He looked at you, jokingly distraught and pacing back and forth.

“Nope. Who is it?” You laughed. “I genuinely don't know!” He grabbed your face and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs.

“My love, that's YOU! How can you NOT tell?!” He giggled. HE turned your head gently to get a closer look at the canvas. “I even got that scar on your nose from that Wanderer battle a few weeks ago, I almost forgot to add it.”

You inspected the image closely, indeed there was a tiny almost invisible scar on your nose in the painting.

“Your attention to detail is impeccable.” You said, looking at him again. “Thank you. So is this going in the show?”

“Mhm! Yep, along with a few other pieces I've got stored… somewhere.” He shrugged. “Thats not the only reason I called you over here, Emcee.”

“Then… What's the other reason?”

“Do you know any knots like how boy scouts do? Clove hitches, square knots at least, right?” He asked as he went over to his couch to sit down.

You started walking over to him. “Uhm, yes. I think we had some training with tying them during Hunter’s training.” You sat down next to him, placing your legs on top of his. “Why?”

Rafayel started to caress your thighs. “Oh, nothing cutie. Just wanted to try something… let me get it.” Rafayel lifted you up and carried you into his bedroom. Rafayel placed you on his bed, ran to the closet and came back with a dark red rope, coincidentally it was a red one close to the one in the painting.

“Is that leftover ribbon from the party last month?” They had to wrap gifts for a Lemurain relatives birthday or anniversary or some kind of milestone… yeah.

“Yep, well no. I had Thomas pick up rope similar to it. I like the color of the ribbon but I like the texture of this rope.” He wrapped the rope around his arm.

minding the length of each wrap.

“You know I used to be a boy scout, or some form of one? Even though I stopped at only Life… I might be Shark…” He beamed.

(Shark = Lemurians version of Eagle scout, idk the titles yet but its my head cannon that Raf is a boy scout - Echo)

“You were that of a high rank, really? Wooow, impressive baby.” You complimented.

“Aww, thanks cutie. But to the point. So… I’m going to teach you some knots…” You knew where this was going. You’ve been asking for this for months.

“Yes?” You eagerly asked.

“And you are going to-”

“YES?” You pounced on the edge of the couch, almost falling off the bed.

Rafayel looked surprised. “...Do you know where this is going?” You nodded your head quickly.

“Holy shit, he wants to tie ME up, I've been wanting to ask him for MONTHS!” You thought mischievously.

“You, Miss Hunter, have the task of tying me up.” He chuckled.

A record scratch sound played in your mind. “Uhh, what?” You blinked with confusion. “What do you mean tie you up? I thought you’d ask me.”

“Uhm… no. Remember we were a little tipsy one day a few days ago and you asked if I was into any…”Rafayel coughed. “...kinks.”

“WHAT? I DID?!” You said baffled, you did remember the wine. But what did that wine do to you? “Uhm, then what happened?”

Rafayel walked over to you, still wrapping the lengthy rope around his hand, being gentle with each wrap. “After that, I told you that I have had fantasies where I'm… tied up.”

Wow. You didn't remember a single thing from this conversation. You remembered the wine, the amazing wine it was, but it fucked you up for sure. “And then I said?” You leaned on your chin against your palm. You were very intrigued on how he remembered all of this, given he had some wine too. You kicked your feet in the air as he spoke.

“You said you’d do it during our next meet up. That is today.” He pointed to the ground as he said “Today.” Is that why he called you over?

“What about last week?” You asked. You went out for dinner a few days ago and when you got home… Let's just say the night got the best of you two.

“That didn't count, my love. Not one bit.” He tugged on the rope, looping it so it wouldn't loosen when he threw the rope in front of you on his bed.

“This one counts, cutie.” 

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Hey, it's me Echo, your lovely narrator. Since I did some scouting when I was younger, I know some knots. But I know nothing about bondage. So, after research on some other fics and on different websites, I can officially say my search history will not save me if I'm asked about it.

So, please mind the story after this, I obviously know nothing about bondage and being tied up because that isn't something I've done in person. I will be using the Tipsy invasion card as a reference as well as examples from Pinterest and some place else I cant remember.

I can't write bondage, but I can sure try it. Do or do not, y'know?

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After Raf gave you a quick rundown of how to lay and tighten the rope around his body, as well as a few knots to tie his limbs back and out of the way, you started the bondage.

The rope laid out against his bare skin on his chest and abdomen, the rope around his pecs rested in triangle shapes making them stand out and protrude. The rope laid in three triangles around his waist. His arms were raised and his elbows bent. His wrists and hands were tied up and bent behind his head. That piece of rope then led to his ankles, tying them together. His legs were tied up, forcing them to spread apart. He was stuck sitting on his thighs. If anything, you could've just tied his torso and arms.

But he wanted it this way.

His thighs were wrapped, almost to the point of leaving marks on his skin. The only thing left bare was his cock, just the rope wrapping around his v-line and around his inner thigh to his ass, hiking it up and making his posture curved forward, making the rope around his pectorals, making it tighter and protruding his chest more. Then that rope connected back to his ankles.

Along with him being naked, you changed your outfit from the one you came in. You had some clothes in rafayel’s house due to your frequent visits. You pulled out a red top with some form of flowy fabric cascading down from the bra portion. The underwear matched with the bra, with tiny polka dots as a pattern.

It was getting dark out, light halted from pouring into the windows. A pink and orange sky was all that was left for a few more moments.

“Are you sure this doesn't hurt?” you as you tied one final knot a bit tighter.

“N-No, it’s alright, baby. No need to go tighter." He shuddered. “Can you turn off the AC actually? It's g-getting a bit cold…”

You could clearly see the hardness of his nipples, him being naked and all.

Did I mention he stripped before you started the bondage? He promised it would be “easier and more effective that way” and said “Oh, this is how it was in one of my fantasies, cutie.”

You could also tell he was starting to harden up as you tied more knots. With each tug of the rope, he groaned and whimpered. You could tell he's been thinking about being tied up just as long as you have had the same ideas for yourself.

“My love, are you ready now? You can tease, tug, do whatever.”

“What if it's too much or you get rope burns?” You are genuinely concerned for his well-being, you don't want your baby boy getting hurt, don't you?

“I'll voice any concerns if I feel I need to. So far, none yet.” Rafayel smiled. He looked almost happy being tied up. You've had to tie down some criminals in Linkon before, and they sure weren't happy about it.

“Hah-Okay, baby, that's good. No more rope, right? Tie it off and… hah… start the, y'know, no clue how to word it, cutie. But you know what.” You tied the final knot tight and walked around Rafayel to see your work. The red rope contrasted with his pale skin and purple hair, his strained expression looked good on him.

“Holy shit, you actually look really good, Rafayel.”

“Oh, I know. It's just like I had in my mind.” You tugged on the rope around his chest. He moaned as you tugged him closer.

“What are you going to do now, cutie?” he smirked.

“I’m… uhm…” You loosened your grip on the rope. “I don't know.”

“Baby, you have to do something.” He groaned. He leaned closer and whispered. “Its just like we do all the time, just not with me tied up.” He lightly kissed your neck and met your face once more.

“Oh, he’s a freak.” You thought. “Fine. I’ll figure something out, in the meantime…” You pulled him in and gave him a deep kiss. He tried to move his hands, but forgot the state he was in. His muffled groans and whimpers grew louder as you caressed his bare skin, tugging slowly on the rope to tighten spots the ropes crossed, like around his chest and backside.

“Ugh, baby, tug it tighter.” Rafayel groaned. You tugged the rope that traveled to the back of his torso, the one that ran through his thighs and ass. You pulled up and Rafayel let out a loud moan.

“UGH, THATS FUCKING TIGHT!” Rafayel groaned. He kept trying to loosen the knots of his wrapped hands, trying to reach out to touch you.

“P-Please, untie me, I need to feel you, Emcee.”

“No, you asked for this, Rafayel.”

“Oh, don't full name me right now, Emcee, untie me. PLEASE!” He whimpered. He tried inching closer to you on the bed, he tipped over a bit, planting his face onto your legs. He  picked his chin up and whimpered. Legs spread, rope running under and through. Ass up.

“Oh, please please at least let me come, cutie.” He whimpered as he placed kisses along your thigh. Wow, he just looked like a fucking mess in your eyes. You knew he liked it.

“Lean back up, I’d say spread your legs, but you’ve done that already.” You chuckled.

“Don't laugh, you did this to me.” He groaned.

You snapped back. “Well, you asked.”

Rafayel scoffed. “Fine. You win this one.” He tipped up to his knees and scooted back onto the pillows. “O-Okay, now please start.”

You climbed on top of Rafayel and started to grind on him.

‘Ugh, good job, baby, holding back from coming so soon.” You whispered into his ear.

“Ugh, you look beautiful in this, love.” Rafayel moaned as you kept whispering sweet nothings into his ear, grinding faster and harder on him.

“Okay, these are coming off.” You said as you unmounted Rafayel. You pulled them down and threw them to the side, embarrassingly soaked from how much grinding you did on him.

“Aww, cutie, that wet for me?” He beamed. You climbed back onto him.

“All for you.” You said as you slid him into you. You groaned and whimpered as you took it all in. Holy Astra.

“Ugh you’re taking it so fast… ugh… it's really sexy, Emcee.” He moaned as he tried thrusting up into you, kissing your neck in the meantime between his words.

“Nuh uh, only I get to do that for you.” You also wanted to keep him from causing a rash on his legs. Spoiler alert… it did leave marks.

You started to tighten as you took it deeper and deeper into your body and started bouncing up and down on his cock.

“Ugh, that feels really good, good girl for taking it all the way to the base…” Rafayel groaned as he kissed messily along your neck and face. His hands crushed behind his back as he bucked up his hips to get more into you, even though it was not physically possible.

“Baby, you're gonna make me come really quick, like insanely quick, cutie, please make me please please…” He whimpered. You know how much of a real mess he gets when you leave him on edge like this, tonight  would not be that type of night.

As you curled your hips along his, bone almost touching bone, you cried out.

“Ugh, I think I’m gonna come.”

“WHAT?! Oh my… if you come, I won't be able to- I wont be able to hold back- ugh… please!” Rafayel whimpered.

“Please make me come, be a good girl for me…” he said as he looked up at you with those sunset eyes. You couldn't say no to your baby boy, could you?

You bounced faster and faster, each trust onto him drove you slower and close until-

“UGH, Raf, I'm gonna come…” you uttered as you tightened around him, moving as fast as you could without cramping up.

“UGH- Baby, if you say that, I'm gonna- NGH- IM GONNA- GAH!~” Rafayel moaned as his body shook, you started to feel him fill you with his cum.

“Ughhhhh fuuuuuck, baby that's good. Good girl.” Rafayel said as you leaned down to kiss him, pulling his body up and wrapping your legs around him. He was still inside you, slowly grinding up into you.

“Raf, I'm going to untie you for now, just your arms.” You said as you reached behind him and slipped his hands out. As soon as he felt his free arms, he reached out to grab you.

“Come for me, Emcee. Please.” He said as he held your hips down onto him as he trusted his cock into you from below.

“NGH, Raf, that's a really weird feeling…” You groaned into his ear. It was a big mistake that you unleashed his arms. But who cares, you can tie them again.

Rafayel groaned into your ear. “I can feel how close you are, Please just finish for me.” You keep whimpering in his ear as his hands drag lazily around your body. Your back, spine, arms, scapula, neck, all the right places to make you shake and shiver in his grasp.

“Okay, I’m gonna fucking come, Raf, I'm gonna- AUGH!” You yelled. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, groaning with pleasure.

“Good girl, taking all that… here just lay on me. All your weight, I can take it, you know I can.” He said as he laid down and dragged you along with him.

You both sat there, bathed in your combined sweat. And cum. You're both used to it by now.

“Ugh, I still feel your shaft pulsing.” You laughed.

“It's ‘cuz you make me feel good, baby.” Rafayel said as he kissed your forehead and stroked your hair. “I do feel a bit of a rash coming.” He looked down at himself, between his legs. A rash was starting to form on his inner thighs.

“Look love, that's what happens when we both feel good, we get carried away.”

“I know, I can run out in the morning for cream or something. What time is it?”

“It is…” Rafayel looked over at the clock. “Holy… It's almost 2 in the morning… how?!”

“Time goes by when-” Rafayel kissed you to shut you up.

“Don't you dare finish that sentence, cutie. You can run out when the sun rises, alright?”

“Okay. I'll just lay here. Stuck to you.”

“Yep, you do that. I'm not going anywhere.” He kissed you again and closed his eyes. Still tied up, but he wasn't paying all that attention to it.

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And that is where this picks up.

You left in the morning to grab the cream for his rashes, owwie. You left Rafayel tied up on the bed, even wrapping some extra rope to the bed frame, hanging his arms out and open. He must've asked a voice assistant to call you on his phone. And he asked impatiently,

“You coming back yet, cutie?”

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“Ready, mon cher?” Neuvillette said. He was about to unbutton the second to last button from his shirt.

“Never been more prepared.”

Neuvillette slowly slipped his shirt off as Wriothesley gazed up and down seductively. He grinned when he saw Neuvillette's bare skin.

“Baby, you look beautiful.” He whispered. “Ugh, I'm such a lucky guy.” He pulled Neuvillette into his arm with one hand as his other went to the back of his head. They kissed slowly and softly before Wriothesley picked up the pace. He gripped Roger onto his bare skin, almost leaving small nail marks on his waist.

Neuvillette bit down on Wriothesley’s neck and licked around the mark he left with his tongue.

“Ugh, Neuv, you know that drives me fucking insane…” Wriothesley moaned. Neuvillette's tongue is indeed very long, which proves useful in certain situations. It's very similar in size to Wriothesley’s shaft which they both find very attractive. Like, hello? The head must be craaazy.

~~~

“Now your turn, since I've exposed myself to you.” Neuvillette demanded with his hands on his hips.

“Fine fine, no need to yell. I was just about to anyway.” Wriothesley said as he backed up to raise his arms above his head, taking his shirt off.

“Oh, that musk just hit me square in the nose.” Neuvillette laughed.

“Oh, I'm sorry I went to the gym right before you decided to call me and beg for me to come home.” Wriothesley does have a naturally strong musk, a nice one thank Archons, but it is intensified after a battle or work out.

“Neuv, you know you aren't fooling anyone with that attitude. All snarky, hands on your hips, pouting and begging me to take off my shirt.” He joked. Neuvillette gave a tiny push to his shoulder.

“Stop, just let me get a good look at you.” After a good workout, Neuvillette liked to take a look at Wriothesley’s veins. They bulge out on his wrists and hands, sometimes his arms and neck too. Today, they were very subtle, but Neuvillette still traced them with his fingertips along his body.

“Oh, amour, you did arms or legs today?”

“Oh, I did my back and arms. Well, tried to do back. I tripped on the sidewalk walking out of the door and slipped. Take a look.” Wriothesley turned around and bent his arms to try and point to where he got hurt. It was on the lower part of his back.

Neuvillette bent down to get a closer look. “Oh, you'll be fine. Does it hurt at all? Any bruising or scratches anywhere else?”

“Nope, that's all I know of.” Wriothesley grinned. “So, why's you beg for me to come home so soon-”

“Strip, let me see you fully.” Neuvillette said sternly.

“WHAT?! You just casually said that… no reasoning?”

“I have a reason. To check for where else you could've gotten hurt.” His facade started to crack. A smile broke through and his tongue slid along his teeth again. Such a tease. He just wanted to see Wriothesley in his most vulnerable state.

“Dude, sorry, my love, why would I have gotten a bruise on my cock? You know that is basically impossible.”

“Oh, I know. Just, please, darling?” Neuvillette said as he ran his tongue by his teeth. He sounded impatient. When was Wriothesley gonna strip? Like hurry up, man, I wanna see where this goes…

“Give me one good reason. Please.” Wriothesley took a seat on the bed, crossing his legs, setting his hands behind him and leaning back. “Go on.”

Neuvillette walked towards Wriothesley and placed his hands on his knees. He spread them apart and slid his body between Wriothesley's legs.

“"I'll worship you like a god. Every single part of you.”

“Excuse me? I haven't heard you talk like this before, baby.” Wriothesley scoffed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I never said that.” Wriothesley spoke as he crossed his arms. He leaned closer to Neuvillette's face. “Keep it coming. Give me a good fucking reason.”

“Well, to start off. Your shoulders, your neck, your beautiful body. Your chest as well, if I have to.” Neuvillette said as he kissed gently on the parts he named. Licking around his neck and shoulders.

Neuvillette slid his body down to “Your arms, your delicate hands… just everything about you. Even the things you don't notice you do, I love.”

“Like what?” Wriothesley asked. What did he do that he wouldn't notice? What type of sentence was that?

“Thats a topic for another time.”

“Fine.” He pouted. Wriothesley genuinely wanted to know what he did when he wasn't thinking. Maybe he switched, maybe he played with his lips, anything. Who knows.

“Your stomach, your toned muscles, your powerful legs, your delicate thighs that you can just crush me with.”

Wriothesley chuckled. “Yeah, I have done that before.”

Neuvillette took a deep breath. “I called you because of my uncontrollable urge to kiss you everywhere every second of every day we're alone together.”

“Wow. Wait, we already do that-

-Shh. Let me finish, my love. And right now… I want you to use me.”

“What. In what way, baby?”

“Use me for whatever. Your scent is driving me crazy right now.” Neuvillette said as he licked up and down Wriothesley’s 

“Whatever it may be. I'll kneel down before you, I'll do anything and everything I can to make you feel... good. I will fulfill it. Like a loyal follower, to an absolute fucking god.”

“Wow, that speech was really fuckin’ hot.” Wriothesley thought. He pulled Neuvillette in and kissed his neck softly.

“That's how I like it, ugh you know me so well…”

“Oh yeah, keep talking…” Wriothesley spoke as he kissed deeper, leaving dark marks on Neuvillette's pale skin. They stood out like roses in the deep snow.

“You know just where to kiss, to suck, to peck, to know, to make me feel good.” He kept moaning into Wriothesley’s ear, driving him to kiss deeper and more scattered. He peered down  at Neuvillette's chest, nipples hardening under the pleasure. Wriothesley looked up with his puppy dog eyes, desperate for a taste. He didn't utter a word.

“Go ahead.” Neuvillette said. Wriothesley’s eyes lit up. He kissed gently onto his chest and down lower to his nipples. His tongue stared the goosebumps on them and he sucked gently, making Neuvillette moan like crazy. He muffled them of course, saving them for later. He bit down onto Wriothesley’s neck, licking the bites and marks deeply with his tongue.

“Lower.” Neuvillette moaned. “Lower, my love, please, I have a meeting soon. Speed this up.”

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Wriothesley stopped.

“A-A meeting? Baby, you never told me about any meeting.”

“I just remembered. I have to be there in an hour and it takes me a while to get there and I have to calm down after you ravage me-”

“Don't worry about the meeting. We have all the time in the world. Do not worry about a thing when you're with me, you know this, baby.”

“I know, it's just I just now remembered-” Wriothesley stood and slid off his pants and boxers.

“Do you see how hard I am?” Wriothesley said casually.

“Well, yes I do-” Neuvillette responded.

“And what is this meeting about again?”

“Well… oh. It seems to be hard to remember… I've completely blanked…”

“And now, with this knowledge, don't you think it's okay that you're a little late to this meeting that you forgot the subject of?” Wriothesley smiled. He knew he wasn't going to take things slow now, in case it's an important meeting. But they will be well paced.

“I don't see why not… I am only an observer for today.”

“Good. Now, you can observe me give you probably the quickest session we've ever had in a time crunch.” Wriothesley laughed.

“Please start then- AUGH! WRIOTHESLEY!” Wriothesley had undone Neuvillette's pants while he was speaking and slipped them down to Neuvillette's ankles. Wriothesley then made him startled when he slid down his undergarments.

“What? You said I could use you, aren't I right?”

“Well you are, I wouldn't have expected you to do this so soon- UGH! Oh Archons…” Wriothesley picked up Neuvillette and threw him onto the bed. Legs spread ready for him. Neuvillette was getting harder by the second, watching his husband tower over him. Neuvillette loves the size difference complex.

“Turn over. Please, ass up, baby.” Wriothesley whispered.

“Have we tried that before?”

“No, I've been wanting to for a while. No need to lube up, you're already soaked for me.” Wriothesley spread his legs and inched closer to Neuvillette.

“Turn, please.” Neuvillette followed the orders. Ass up for Wriothesley. In this situation, his god. What compelled him to say that when he knew he had a meeting soon? Probably the rock hard cock between his legs. And how he made Wriothesley’s shaft harden up as well… that's probably the reason.

“I'm putting it in, then you can get ready for your meeting after you come for me. Twice. Facing away from me and towards.”

“Why do you have to make this so complicated, just do it already, my love.” Neuvillette begged.

They were on the edge of the bed, Neuvillette was looking at himself in the dresser's mirror. He could see Wriothesley lining up his hips with Neuvillette's. He slid it in, causing Neuvillette to throw his head down and moan into the sheets.

“Don't throw your head down, look into that mirror. My body and yours becoming one. Our complexions complement each other as I lean onto your back making sure you feel every inch of my cock.” Wriothesley said as he grasped Neuvillette's hair and tugged it so that he could see Wriothesley fucking him.

“It all relies on you being able to see me fuck you. Got it?” Wriothesley said grimly.

“Mhm, g-got it, ngh- ugh I can feel myself getting close already…” Neuvillette groaned. The bed creaked with every thrust Wriothesley gave, quick paced then slow to make sure Neuvillette really felt Wriothesley inside him.

“Ngh, Neuv, I'm gonna come, baby. You look so fucking good.”

“Talk more- mph- please.” Neuvillette spoke between moans. If Wriothesley kept speaking like this, with no stops, Neuvillette could come manifold.

“Well then, your thighs bucking towards mine, your ass thrusting back into my cock, the curvature of your torso, bent over in front of me, it feels and looks so fucking good, baby.”

“Y-YES! I-I’m gonna come, dear.” Neuvillette said demandingly. “K-Keep going, love.”

“Turn over, let me see you baby. I’m gonna come inside of you. I need to.” Wriothesley pulled out and spun Neuvillette around.

“Ah, baby, you’re a fucking stunner.” Wriothesley inserted himself and leaned in to kiss Neuvillette. He didn't thrust yet, he needed to savor the moment and the taste of his husband first.

“Ugh, I love you so much, man.”

“I’m not ‘man’ to you, love.” Neuvillette pulled Wriothesley’s hips into his and started grinding up into his cock.

“Fuck me, please, Wriothesley.”

“If you say so.” Wriothesley thrusted fast into Neuvillette, only a few seconds later did they both release.

“FUCK! I’m coming, it' s all goin’ in, all in, AUGH!” Wriothesley groaned.

“MPHM~ Wriothesley, I’m coming, oh Archons…” Neuvillette’s cock erupted with his cum. It went all over his stomach, due to his cock being hard and sticking up to the ceiling. And bam. Pearl necklace.

“UGH! It’s hot, it’s really hot.” Neuvillette moaned as he bit down on Wriothesley’s neck, licking around the hickeys and marks he gave him earlier.

“I know, I know, you just made me feel good, that’s what happens. Lean up, let me see you again.”

Neuvillette leaned up and placed his hands to keep himself up. His elbows buckled, but Wriothesley caught him. He pulled him in close and kissed his shoulders slowly. He licked the cum off of Neuvillette’s chest while at it.

“Oh you taste so fucking good, Neuvillette.” Wriothesley moaned as he licked every drop of cum off Neuvillette’s chest, hugging him tighter with each flick of his tongue.

“Ugh, you’ve captured me, what ever am I to do?” Neuvillette laughed.

“I’m gonna keep you here. Until you satisfy me.” Wriothesley grinned.

“Oh, so that's how it is now?” Neuvillette pushed Wriothesley down onto the pillows behind him.

“Who ever said you’d be the top today?”

“Uhm… What just happened is a good example-” Wriothesley shut up with Neuvillette’s lips pressed against him.

~~~

Two Hours Later…

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A knock erupted from the door.

“Uhm, Monsieur Neuvillette? Are you home?”

Wriothesley was sucking Neuvillette off on his knees. Neuvillette was left to respond as safely as possible.

“Uhm, I’m not f-feeling too well, Pierre. I-I’ll be in t-tomorrow. I’ve come down w-with s-something."

"You sure have." Wriothesley moaned as he took Neuvillette's cock, balls deep.

"STOP IT!" Neuvillette whimpered.

“O-Okay Monsieur Neuvillette. I’ll see you tomorrow. Do you want me to give a run down of the meeting-”

“-N-NO! Uhm, n-no, that’ll b-be all for t-today. I’m going to go get s-some rest. You’re d-dismissed Pierre.”

“O-Okay Monsieur, goodbye.” Footsteps receded from the door as Pierre walked away.

Wriothesley pulled out. “Who’s Pierre, baby?”

“Oh, he’s just an a-assistant of mine.”

“Soo, I’ll continue now. He’s gone right?” Wriothesley asked as he slid Neuvillette’s length into his throat.

“Mhm, yes. Continue, please, my love…”

Keep worshiping me.

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You hear footsteps coming into the office you were hiding in. You heard light chatter of three people, Sylus’ cheeky laugh and the closing of the office door.

“Why does he have to come in NOW?!” You thought as you held your gun close to your chest. You are stuck hiding in Sylus’ office now. Great. When all of a sudden, to Luke and Kerian he said,

“I'm going to take a shower, you two are off for the day. Have some fun before the sun rises.”

“Thank you sir!” They said as they wandered off. The crow cawed. It was trying to get him to notice you.

“You too Mephisto. Shoo.” Mephisto seemed to sigh and flew out with Luke and Kerian.

“Now to find that stray kitten.” He said softly.

“Wait, WHAT?!” You thought. Since when did you guys get a cat- oh. The cat was right in front of him now. You felt energy lifting you off the ground, dripping your confetti gun on the floor in the process.

“Found you, kitten.” He chuckled. “Now, what reason do you have for being in my office this early in the morning? You should be asleep.” He lifted the gun. “And what's this?”

“H-Hey Sylus… what's up?” You pointed finger guns at him and cheekily grinned. "Oh Astra, that was cringy..." you thought. Your voice was shaking as you spoke.

“Tell me sweetheart, what's the confetti for?”

“It was supposed to be for… a celebration.” You said awkwardly.

“Of what, kitten?” He pulled you closer to him with his Evol. He set you down on the floor.

“It's for… uhm… that one job you had a few days ago? You know? With that guy… and that other guy…” You looked helpless. You were just trying to surprise him and act clueless.

“Sweetie, you know I didn't forget about our anniversary, right?”

"YES! That was it, how could I NOT remember?!?!" You said with a horrible poker face. Unfortunately, you could've had wayyy more time to prepare this. 

“Oh yeah, the confetti was very last minute.” You said. Sylus laughed and took you out of the gravity field. “Happy anniversary, sweetie.” He lifted you into his arms for a kiss.

“Happy anniversary, Sy.” You smiled.

“Now about that shower, care to join me?” He grinned. His head tilted to give you another kiss on your neck, not intense but caring.

“Wait, shower?"

"Yes. You said last night you'd join me for one.

"I wouldn't mind it... even if I don't remember saying that.” You answered. It was probably because he had you face down, ass up on the carpet for two hours straight after a strip poker game. But that's a story for another time... 

You felt him smirk against your skin. “Or, we have the whole day ahead of us.”

“How about we shower when the sun rises? For now we can just gaze out the window.” You pulled his face to meet yours, so that he could comprehend what you were saying to him. “And besides, if you think you need to shower, you smell amazing, you know how effective your musk is to me.” You laughed.

“Hm, I know sweetie. Likewise.” Sylus picked you up and led you to the chair facing the window of his office. He sat you on top of him and caressed your waist.

“I booked us a dinner at that restaurant you like and since you heard I sent Kerian and Luke home, we have the rest of the day to ourselves." He said as he nuzzled into your hair placing gentle kisses along your head. “Oh look, the sun is rising.”

Sylus pulled back the curtain with his Evol and you both peered out the window. The sunrise was indeed worth sneaking into your husband's office to surprise him when he got home from his… errands.

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“Sweetie, wake up.” Sylus whispered into your ear. You must've fallen asleep on the chair. Sylus probably picked you up, left you there and undressed himself for the shower.

“Care to join me in the shower, Emcee?”

“Mhm.” You lazily said. “In a sec-” You looked Sylus up and down, admiring his toned body wrapped in a towel around his waist, his hair messed up and in front of his face. Wow, your husband is fucking hot.

“Oh, I'll join you alright, Sy.” You laughed. He laughed with you. Oh that laugh made you laugh even more.

“Come on. Or are you still a bit sore from yesterday? Before you somehow showed up in my office, kitten?” He peered down as he spoke, voice lowering.

“I'm fine. I think. I can walk, if that's what you mean.” You laughed. You make him smile every time you laugh or just show emotion with something he says or does. Even when you're mad, he can't help but laugh.

“Good, kitten. I'll meet you in the shower. Unless you want to help me with your dress that you still have on from the other night's ‘activities.’” You looked down and yes, you did have a dress on. You forgot you put it on in the first place. It was that dress. One of Sylus’ favorites.

The slip dress has a zipper on the back, that explains why he wants to help. It’s a dark crimson, matching his eyes. The skirt rested above your knees, revealing your thighs. You know how much they drive Sylus crazy.

“Oh yes, just unzip it for me, then be on your way.”

Sylus walked over to you and unzipped your dress. He took a look into the giant mirror on the wall perpendicular to his window.

“Oh, sweetie. Look at the perfect pair we make.” Sylus turned your body to the mirror, 

“My hands fit perfectly onto your waist, Your fingers and mine intertwine perfectly, don’t you agree?” He spoke as he slowly unzipped your dress fully while giving you all that praise. He pushed away your hair and kissed your neck softly.

“I’ll be waiting for you, kitten.” He whispered. Then he walked away to the bathroom, holding the towel tightly.

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After you took off your dress and tights, among other things like jewelry, you opened the door to the bathroom. Steam seeped out of the cracks and the light from the window showed through making its rays visible to the naked eye.

A voice came from the “Kitten, is that you? Or did Luke and Kerian come back?”  He groaned. “I thought I told you two to leave for today.” He whined. Silence followed. A small laugh came from your mouth, making Sylus chuckle.

“Sweetie, I know that’s you~” He said in a sing-song tone from the other side of the door. You wrapped your body in a towel, which was conveniently outside the bathroom, opened the door and went into the bathroom. 

“Hey, Sy. You ready? Sorry I’ve kept you waiting-” Sylus pulled you in by the waist, kissing you gently. Holding and caressing your face.

“Ready now?” He asked as he pulled away. You nodded. He shed you of your towel, revealing the body that he’s seen a billion times over the years.

“Ah, it just gets better every time I see you like this, sweetheart.” He said in awe. He shed his own towel and opened the shower door. “After you, my lady.”

“My lady? I haven’t heard that one in a while.” You chuckled as you entered the shower. The water cascaded down your skin. You were just about to wet your hair when a shadow suddenly appeared and blocked the sunrays from the frosted window on your face.

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“Uhm, Sy? The context I’ve gotten from this was that we were actually going to shower. I need to wash my hair, it feels horrible.” Sylus reached out his hand to feel your dry hair.

“Doesn’t feel like it to me.” He said as he twirled your hair in his hand. He took your waist in his arms as he pulled you in closer for the kiss. Your tongues intertwined as Sylus drew you both into the water. Your heads wet with the warm water, your body tingled at first to get used to it. Goosebumps rose on your body, your chest and arms mostly, as well as your thighs and stomach.

“Cold, sweetie? I can feel you tense up.” He said as he pulled away. Water running down his face from the showerhead.

“A little bit.”

“Allow me to warm you up. You know since this is our first endeavor on this fine day, we have to start off strong. Don’t you agree, kitten?” He tilted his head, water dripped from the ends of his hair and down his side burns.

“I agree. Tenfold.” You nodded.

You knew this was coming, but who will first?

You felt his length between your legs, getting harder already. “Jeez, Sy. You want it that badly?”

“Yes, I do. Seeing you like this, it feels new. This anniversary has just put you in a new light for me at this moment, sweetie. And it does every year.” He said sternly. You released yourself from his grasp and leaned against the cold wall. Several more goosebumps manifested onto your body.

“Ugh, the way you’re presenting yourself is intoxicating. But why’d you back away?” He moved closer to you, his size blocking the water from your body. His hand pressed against the wall and his other caressed your freezing body.

“Let me fuck you. And let me take care of you after.” He begged in a low tone.

“I’m not stopping you, Sylus. I’m preparing myself.” You arched your back, your skin peeling off the cold wall left it cold, goosebumps protruding even more on your limbs. And protruding two other things.

“Then allow me.” He spoke softly as he placed his knee between your legs. Rubbing gently against your core. You groaned softly, he paused. Then started rubbing harder. You look down to see it wasn’t his knee anymore.

“I’m putting it in, sweetie.” He whispered into your ear as you felt it insert to your body. He started slowly, pushing in against the wall and pulling it out, then thrusting it gently, over and over again.

“Sy, you’re going pretty slow.” You groaned. It felt good, don't get me wrong, but you were just expecting more. It is your anniversary after all…

“Are you saying I have no stamina?” He grunted between slow thrusts. “I’m saving it for your climax, you know me, kitten.”

“Still, you’re going, like, really slow- NGH!” Sylus started to thrust faster into you as you complained. You whined as he stood steadily while at this fast pace. Unbelievable. You don’t complain a lot, only when you need to. And you needed to.

“SYLUS! Holy Astra, you didn’t need to do that, its fucking unnecessary-” He covered your mouth with his hand.

“Shh, don’t use that language. Watch your mouth, kitten, or I’ll stop this completely.” He whispered. You nodded violently. He took his hand away.

“Fine. Please keep going, I won’t say it again.” You whined. He chuckled. Oh that chuckle…

“I know you won’t, sweetie.” He said as he took a deep breath, kissed you and started thrusting deeper and harder into you. “Is this better for you, Emcee? Huh?”

“Mhm, it is.” You whimpered.

“I can’t hear you, sweetie. Louder.” Sylus said as he slowed down from his fast pace.

“Yes.” You groaned.

“What was that? Maybe? Oh come on, I’m close, don’t make me stop because you don't like it.” The water made Sylus’ back go numb, he slowed down, waiting for you to respond the correct way.

“YES! Yes, it is!” You yelled. It echoed in the marble walls of the shower. Sylus smiled and tilted your head to his. He planted kisses along your jaw and neck as he went to his previous fast pace that he knows you love. Hitting the spot that you yourself knew he knew would make you shiver under his touch.

“Yes, sweetheart, I’m getting closer. Clench your hole around my cock, tighter and tighter.”

“Ngh- Alright.” You moan as you clench yourself around Sylus’ length. Holy Astra, it felt amazing.

“Yes, I’m going to come sweetie, good girl.” He moaned. “Good fucking girl, Emcee.”

“H-Hey, why can you say it and not me?”

“No time for explanation, just let me- UGH! There we go, sweetie…” Sylus said as he started to inch closer and closer to his climax. You can tell because he kept his pace steady, planted his feet firmly and focused intensely as he thrusted into you. Then it all erupted inside of you. His cum, hot and sticky, mixing with yours.

“Sy, did we come at the same time?!” You asked as you whimpered from the throbbing beneath both of you.

“Yes we did sweetie. Are you alright?” He asked, holding your face up to kiss you gently.

“Yes, I’m fine. More than fine. That was fu- really amazing.”

He laughed again. “You can curse now, you just keep that dirty mouth to yourself for later.”

“Why? Because it isn’t lady like to you?” You questioned sternly.

“Ah, I see.” He pulled out, you both groaned. “Oh my, you were clenched around me very tight, kitten.” He lifted you by your waist and sat you down on the shower bench.

‘I’ll wash you off, I could feel you sweating against me.” He said as he turned around.

“You can tell even though the shower is still on? Huh, interesting.”

“Oh, I can tell a lot of things, sweetie.” He said looking back at you.

Sylus then took the loofa to the side of him and pumped some body wash, your favorite one that he bought for you, onto it. He lathered it up and started to scrub your body.

“See? I’m a man of my word.” You smiled and let him do the work.

To be continued…

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Chapter Text

“Just tell me what you fuckin’ are, puttano. Tell me. Use your words.”

Damien had Felix sprawled out on the bed. Legs spread uncomfortably wide. Naked. One leg on Damien’s shoulder, the other being held in Damien’s free hand. His other hand gripped firmly down on Felix's throat.

“I- ngh- I’m-” Felix choked.

“Say it, bitch, parla.” He loosened his grip on Felix for a second to let him speak. Even though he shouldn’t be.

“I’m a f-fucking whore…” Felix uttered, still being choked, grabbing vigorously onto Damien’s hand. “I’m a fucking slut, that’s what I am.”

“Ah, bene. Why is that? Tell me. Remind me why you’re a slut.” Damien couldn’t stand talking to him like this, but he had to. Felix had misbehaved under his watch.

“I- ugh- I was talking to-”

“To who, WHO?!” Damien yelled. The room went silent as his screams echoed in the bedroom. 

“To- someone else… ACK!” Damien’s grip tightened around Felix's thigh. The skin grew red around his unkempt, bitten nails.

“Name? Come si chiamano, puttano?”

“Uhm, I never got the chance to- NGH!” Damien inserted a finger inside of Felix's core.

“Ah, and now that explains why I have you like this.” Felix was left whimpering and muttering sweet nonsense under his breath.

“Ngh- Fuck- Ow- Damien, baby, please-” Damien moved his finger slowly, Felix whimpered as it slid in and out with ease thanks to how wet he was.

“Let me see what kind of puttano you are. Whiny, if you cry, beg for me to stop, beg for more. I’m curious.” He inserted another finger and started to move them up and down inside of him. He was left whining and whimpering.

“That-That’s right on my f-f-fucking p-prostate, man, nghhh- fuuuck…”

“Press your hips down, down now.” Damien growled. Felix bit down onto Damien’s neck. His fangs tugged at the skin, yet not piercing through. How much worse was it going to get?

Felix pressed down, his hips jerked up as Damien’s fingers went deeper. Felix was left hyperventilating. The overstimulation from the fingering to the humiliating phrase “puttano” left him at a loss for words.

Only moans and whimpers escaped from his mouth.

“Good boy,” Damien whispered. “That’s one thing you’ve done good so far, amore.” Damien inserted a third and final finger into Felix's hole and moved them slightly faster inside him. He screamed, covering his mouth with his hands, gritting his teeth tight. Damien noticed.

“So, not going to say how much you like this now? That's not going to work…” Damien pouted. He got up, removed his fingers from Felix's hole.

“Suck it. Taste how good you are when you’re dominated and humiliated like this, puttano. Don’t swallow.” Felix took a second to look at Damien. That fuckass smirk on Damien’s face saved him from getting it torn off.

“Come on now, do it.” Felix pouted angrily and grabbed Damien’s wrist. He slowly licked off his precum from the fingers, each one. Slowly. Dragging it all out to longer than it had to take. He kissed the top of Damien’s hand and released his wrist violently.

“There.” He said sternly.

“So you didn’t go mute. Good.” Damien made his way to the window and opened it. “Just to get some air in here, I’m not a complete monster.”

Damien went back to the bed and pinned Felix’s hands on top of his head.

“Now, you can’t possibly keep yourself quiet.”

“And? I can just do that myself. No hands needed.” Felix spat.

“I won't let you. I’m going to make you scream. Let the people know who you belong to.” Damien slid off his already undone pants and boxers and inserted himself with no warning, no lube either.

“HOLY FUCKING HELL, UGH! DAMN YOU, WOLF.” Felix cursed. As Damien pounded into Felix, his cheeks grew red, his pants became animalistic, his body grew sweatier than it was, it was all just so much. Even for Damien it was a lot on him.

But when people misbehave, you need to punish them.

“DAME, PLEASE, LET ME EXPLAIN!- NGH, UGH!” Felix was shut up from Damien sticking his fingers into his mouth, his thumb rubbing along Felix’s tongue, making him gag.

“I thought this helped you improve your gag reflex… Hmm, what a shame.” He laughed as he pounded harder into Felix.

“Even though you’re  a fucking whore, ugh, you’re really good at making sure I’m satisfied.”

“Wha- augh- What are you talking a-about?” Felix groaned.

“You’re making me feel really fucking good, being a submissive little fucktoy for me. It is what you deserve tonight. Not praise, pure degradation.”

“NGH- AUGH!” Felix kept moaning and groaning. “I’M GONNA FUCKING DOME, DAME-”

“Admit it.” Damien slowed his pace, but still hardly pounding into Felix.

“What?” Felix asked. His glazed-over eyes peered at Damien’s shoulder. He couldn’t make eye contact, he just couldn’t. “Admit what? I’ve said it a billion times-”

“Say it to my face. Again. Tell me what you are, puttano.” Damien’s eyes seemed to glow a yellow hue, countered from their naturally purple color.

“I’m… ugh… I’m a whore. A slut. A fucking bitch.”

“Louder.”

“I’m a whore.” He groaned.

Damien took his throat and dragged Felix closer to his face. “Louder, bitch. So that the whole town can hear.” He growled.

“I’m…” He took a deep breath. “A FUCKING SLUT.”

“Better, but not what I’m looking for.” Damien pulled out and ran his fingertips around Felix’s rim. He was so close to coming.

“Hah, you’re fuckin’ enjoying this, aren’t ya?” He laughed. “If you want to cum for me that bad, at least tell me one more time-”

“I’M YOUR FUCKTOY, ARIGHT? A FUCKING WHORE!” He yelled. Felix almost started tearing up, he threw himself onto the pillow behind him.

Damien cackled, throwing his head back. “Ah, buono. Good boy. I’ll let you come. This is out of pity, it’s still me under here, I’m not a complete monster.” Damien smirked as he fixed his hair, pushing it out of his face.

“You sure are acting like one.” Felix panted.

“I take that back.” Damien inserted himself again and started going at it at Felix’s g-spot. Felix bucked his hips up into Damien’s hips, trying to get him in deeper and deeper, deeper than naturally possible.

“PLEASE, MAKE ME COME! UGH, PLEASE, DAME- NGH-” Felix yelled as he gripped onto the headboard behind him.

“P=Please…” He whimpered. Eyes watery, that look on his face. Damien paid attention to it all. Jeez, he really wants it.

Damien sped up to find a pace that he liked, when he found it he stuck with it.

“You’re gonna fucking come for me, alright?” Damien groaned. “Come for me, slut.”

“NGH, YES! YES YES yes yes, AUGH!” Felix’s cock erupted with hot cum, spilling onto his stomach. Damien felt him tighten around his own cock, throbbing erratically.

“Baby, that’s the tightest you’ve ever clenched around me, jeez, ugh AUGH, I’m gonna fucking- GNH, AUGH!” Damien groaned as he came inside of his little fucktoy, slowly rolling his hips into Felix’s hole. But that doesn’t mean he’s done. He started again. Slowly thrusting into Felix.

“Wha- What the fuck are you doing- NGH, Dame?” He asked, face flushed. 

“I’ll speak until my throat is sore and my jaw aches,” Damien panted between slow, rough thrusts. “You’re being a bad fuckin’ boy tonight…”

“I-I am… I’m a f-f-fucking w-whore…” Felix moaned as his vision became blurred. Tinnitus started to fill his ears. What he heard last proved it right. At least for tonight.

“We’re going until I’m satisfied, puttano.”

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Your phone started to ring. “Star Boy” is your contact name for him.

“Hi, darling. How was your day?” he asked softly. Xavier is out somewhere on a trip, far away from you, around 80 miles.

“Horrible without you here.” You laughed. “How's yours?”

“It's good so far.” Xavier sounded like he was outside somewhere or at least around people.

“Where are you now, Emcee? Still home?” He asked. The sound of something slipping off a shelf came from the phone.

“Yep. I'm in my room. Where are you right now seems like the more important question.”

“Oh, I'm just at a store. I forgot the name, but it's body care oriented.” A pop came from the phone. “Emcee, what body wash do you use?”

“Why? Do I need a refill? Let me go check-” Xavier started to speak again.

“Is it citrusy, earthy, tangy, sweet?” He asked. He must be in the soap section of the store. “Or am I wrong on all counts?”

“Let me go check.” You got up from your bed and walked over to the bathroom. You flicked on the light and stepped into the shower. The bodywash shown in the warm light. It isn't even halfway gone. Why was he asking for the scent? Maybe a surprise for when he comes back? Maybe a lotion version of the scent?

You tell him the scent. “Ah, here it is. I was looking right at it the whole time. It was between that or “Misty Sunrise.” Both have a nice ring to it.” He chuckled. You did accidentally buy a similar soap with a name close to “Misty Sunrise” last summer from a convenience store. It did not do wonders like it said it would on the bottle…

“Thanks, dear. I'll call you when I get back to my sleeping arrangements. You should go eat something, it's almost dinner time for you.” He pondered.

“You know you can just say “hotel,” right?”

“Bye, Emcee.” He chuckled. He hung up the phone and sent you a little kissy-face emoticon. So cringy, yet so on brand.

Your phone rang again an hour later. “I miss you, Emcee.” He whined.

“I miss you too, Xav. What's up?”

“Can we… Try something?” A crackling flame came from the phone. Most likely a candle, hopefully a candle.

“Where are you? Back at your ‘sleeping arrangements?’” You chuckled as you twirled your hair like a fool.

“Yeah, mph, I am.” He groaned. Did he come down with something? He sounded sick. “What did you do today?” He groaned.

“I just ran some errands. Stocked the fridge, got some crappy muffins earlier, ew, that's it I think. Oh! I went to exchange that dress I got for another size, it didn't fit me right.”

“Can I see it? Please?” He whined. Okay. Something is up with him.

“Sure, how can I say no?” You grinned. You left your phone and went to the closet to get the dress. Blue, knee length with a longer train in the back, sparkles, you get the idea. Xavier bought you the dress around a week ago, and it fit you wrong in all the wrong places. It was just your luck the boutique had one more dress in your size. How convenient!

You put on the dress, listening to Xavier. He was just rambling on how much he misses you. Your warmth, some memories from the week before he left, other random stuff, just rambling. There were also some suspicious sounds coming from the phone. Wet sounds.

“Do you have it on yet?” He asked.

“Yep, I'll send you a photo.” You took a quick selfie, deleted it, took another one you were happy with and sent it to him.

“Ah, beautiful. Thank you.” He whined. More sounds came from the call.

“Xav, what are you doing?” You asked seriously. “Are you… is this what you wanted to try?”

“Mhm. It is. And it is what you think it is…” Xavier sounded guilty. Very guilty. “It's okay, right?”

“Well, don't knock it until you try it, right?” You chuckled as you started to take off the dress.

“A-Are you taking off your dress right now?” He asked.

You walked over to your dresser, about to open your pajama drawer. “Yeah, I'm going to get into my pajamas-”

"Don't.” The sounds stopped. “Stay like that.” He said.

“What do you mean stay like ‘that,’ like…” You looked down, you had only a bra and your panties on. How the hell does he know what you're wearing? Weird…

“Yeah. That. Naked.” Xavier said. AHA! He just assumed you had nothing on under the dress.

“Xavier, I have a bra on. And underwear. Wait, you aren't on speaker right… RIGHT?!” You questioned.

“I'm not. Just… ugh. Leave them on.” He sounded frustrated. I guess he just wants you naked. “Lay on the bed. Please.” He asked.

You close the blinds and lay down on the bed. “Now what?”

“You know what, Emcee. You don't think I know what you do when I'm away or not around?” He said roughly. “Pull aside the fabric of your panties. Touch yourself.”

You muted yourself on the call. Took a deep breath and screamed into the pillow. Your face flushed.

“WHAT THE FUCK, XAVIER?! WHY IS HE SO FREAKED OUT RIGHT NOW. I can literally drive to the next town over and pounce on him if I wanted to. But no, he decides to call me, ask for a photo of me in that gorgeous dress and jerk off to my voice. AHH! THAT'S WHY HE WANTED THE PHOTO, HOLY SHIT!” You rambled. You took another deep breath. “Okay… wow… I never thought he'd go to these lengths just to-”

“Emcee? You okay?” Xavier whined. “Come back, dear.”

“SHIT SHIT SHIT” You thought. “I’m still muted- Hey Xav, sorry about that.” You chuckled.

“I-Its alright.” He said.

“What did you say before? I had something else on my mind.”

“Touch yourself.” He whined. The sounds started again on the other side of the phone. “Imagine its m-me, feeling your core, your folds, your clit, it’s all me.”

“Okay. Wow. He’s a fucking freak.” You thought. But, since you were the one who said don't knock it until you try it like an idiot, you proceed to pull aside the fabric of your underwear and start to rub gently on your clit.

“Hah, good. I can hear it. Do that for a while. If you couldn’t t-tell, I’m-”

“Yeah, I know y-you’re stroking yourself, Xavier.” You said, frustrated.

“D-Don’t call me by my full name… fuuck.” He moaned. Was he that close already? Just one more word out of your mouth and he was finished. So you stayed quiet, slowly rubbing yourself. It felt good, you only do this once in a while when you have the time, but it needed more.

“S-Start to… uhm… finger yourself.” He muttered. “Let me hear it. Imagine it’s me.”

“You keep saying that.” You groaned as you rubbed circles around the rim of your hole. It felt a bit more extreme, but it still needs more.

“But I want you to. Hold on, stop. Look in the drawer next to your bed.” Oh shit. He knows where you keep it. You stopped and opened the drawer. Sitting there in a pouch were a few sex toys, one a custom dildo you had sent to you from somewhere, forgot which online store. But you had some credits. You usually use it when he’s away, but you don’t remember telling him where you keep your things.

“Take it out and use it. Now it’ll feel like it’s me.”

“Wait woah woah woah. I had this custom made, it isn’t going to feel like you. It’s just some random-”

“I was the one who sent that one to you. It’s a shade of purple, correct?”

“Uhm… yes.” You said. A light chuckle came from Xavier.

“Then that one I commissioned for you. I know you have a few…” He started to laugh. “It’s okay, I know you use them when I’m not around. Just make sure to use that purple one most often.”

What the fuck is he talking about. Does he stalk you or something? Does he know your habits? Your urges? What is going on here? Your head starts to spin slightly. You recollect yourself and hear his voice again.

“Emcee, use it. Please…” Xavier whined.

“F-Fine. I’ll be looking at it in a new light now, though…”

“Good. Now do it.” He demanded. His tone shifted from the whiny Xavier you're used to into a demanding, deep one. Where did this Xavier come from?

You placed the dildo onto the bed and posed yourself on top of it.

“Slide it in.” He said, almost sensing you above the dildo. You did. God, it’s fucking huge. You forgot the length, the girth, the mere size of it.

“Roll your hips around it, pump it in and out of your hole, let me hear it.” He groaned. You could hear Xavier stroking his own cock a bit faster than he was earlier.

You proceed to roll your hips, gyrating them at a slow pace.

“Faster, put the phone to your hips. Let me hear you.” He groaned. Wetter noises came from the phone as you picked it up and dragged it towards your thigh. You kept gyrating your hips side to side, up and down and in circles on “his” cock.

“Yes, that’s it. Faster.” You bounce on it faster, but still at a steady pace, so as to not go too extreme yet.

“Like that? Can you hear it?” You asked.

“Mhm, yes yes I can- ngh- I’m gonna come, dear.” He moaned. You could tell he was close, the way he spoke, the steady speed he stroked himself with, the panting. Oh the panting.

“Xav, ugh, I’m gonna c-come.” You groaned through slight whimpers.

“Mhm, then come. Come for me. Come with me.” Xavier whined. His pace sped up, his whines grew louder, yeesh, what were the others in the hotel going to think?

“Emcee, I- NGH- I’M- MPH- COMING!” He moaned. You heard him pant, groan, slippery sounds came from the phone speaker.

“Mhm, yes, I’m going to- AUGH!” You slowed your pumping on the dildo and came, but still thrusting your hips down onto it.

“Fuuuck, are you alright? Was e-everything alright?” He asked. Still panting, mind you.

“Mhm, I-I’m alright. It f-feels really good though. With you as m-my narrator.” You chuckled while pushing your hair back from in front of your face.

“Hah… good. So, did you mind me trying this out?”

“I loved it.” You grinned. “Do you mind if we try anything else like this?” You cheekily asked.

“Uhm, let me get something really quick.” You hear Xavier stumble out of bed, unzip something, and take an object out. You hear a button or switch be pressed or flicked, and a rumbling vibration.

“Xavier?” You questioned. What did he have on him?

“Yes?” He asked, stumbling back to the phone. “What is it?”

“What do you have now?” More rumbling came from Xavier’s side of the call.

“Well, with the custom dildo, the company reached out to me a week later and asked if I’d be interested in trying out another product.”

“Do they KNOW him or something? Is he a frequent customer?!” You thought.

“It's a… what’s it called- oh yeah. A pocket…pussy.” He whispered.

“What.” You said, jaw dropped. SINCE WHEN DID HE GET THAT?! You got the dildo in the mail about three months ago, who KNOWS how long he’s had that!

“Yes. You heard me right.”

“So, are you going to use it-”

“Yes, of course I'm going to use it.” He chuckled.

“Now let's do this again.”

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“Hey, man, come on in!” Itto grinned as he looked down at Gorou, standing in the doorframe.

“Thanks, Itto.” Gorou stepped in, tail wagging to the smell of Itto’s signature yakisoba. “Wow, it smells amazing!”

“I know right?" He stretched his arms out and up, one wrapping around to close the door. “Yeah, freshly plated and all.” He patted Gorou on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s eat before tonight’s ‘activities,’ yeah?” He grinned. His teeth seemed to sparkle in the warm light of the foyer.

“Yeah, let’s eat!”

“Hey, you’re being really soft spoken. You feeling alright, bud?”

“Yeah, I just hurt myself during training.”

“Fooor?” Itto tilted his head when he asked. Gorou sighed.

“Archery. What else is new?” He said while walking to the counter. He reached up to grab a plate from the cupboard. His shirt lifted a tiny bit, revealing red-lined underwear under his sweatpants.

A shadow loomed over Gorou as he kept trying to reach for the plate to serve himself the yakisoba. “Uhm, Gorou, what are those?” Itto asked as his large hands wrapped around Gorou’s waist.

“Uhm. Just clothes I guess. Sweatpants, shirt, your sweater, what else?” He asked, peering over his shoulder. His skin tingled as waist was traced with Itto’s fingers.

“You know, those.” Itto questioned. “Aren't those the ones you got with me on Valentine's day last year?” Itto toyed with the thong, tracing and tugging it gently..

“OH! UHM, those, riiight. I just felt like it. Only clean pair.” Gorou nervously chuckled. His tail jerked as Itto moved his fingers around the small of his back, just above the base of his tail.

“Dude, can you just get the plates? I’m too short for your enormous cabinets.” Gorou laughed.

“Totally.” Itto reached over Gorou, pressing him down onto the counter, the thong being hiked up the further he bent down to make room for Itto. Itto’s bulge slightly pressed against Gorou’s ass, making him muffle a whimper. When he finally moved after what felt like an eternity, Gorou turned around. His face flushed, neck warm, kind of sweaty and cock slightly hard. But it wasn’t that noticeable… yet.

“You good there, bud? Feeling alright?” Itto asked as he placed his palm over Gorou’s whole forehead.

“Y-Yeah I’m alright.” He said.

“Alright…” Itto pinched Gorou's cheeks and cupped his hands on his face. “Let’s eat!”

The yakisoba, although it wasn’t Itto’s signature, tasted delicious. The meat cooked perfectly, the vegetables diced and sliced so precisely you can tell the difference, Gorou wasn’t too sure if Arataki Itto himself even made this using his own hands. The sweet and savory sauce coupled with the noodles went together astonishingly. If Itto could make this with such precision, his other skills must be good as well.

“Aahhhh, that was good.” Itto groaned. “Here, I’ll get the plates. You can go sit on the couch, I’ll clean up.” He grinned. His spiked canine poked out, making Gorou smile. Itto reached over Gorou’s shoulder, like he did before, and took the plate from his view.

Itto’s shadow loomed over him again. Itto’s chest cushioned against Gorou’s head. Gorou leaned back onto it. “Thank you, Itto.” He smiled as his tail wagged in the seat.

“Ah- Not a problem!” He chuckled, smiling wider than he was before. God, that smile just made his lips curl, his heart flutter, all these emotions just from a smile. He was a lost cause. 

Itto left the table to go to the kitchen leaving Gorou alone at the table. His head down, face red again. Gorou closed his eyes and just sat there.

“Shit shit shit, why NOW?!” He said as he unfortunately watched his cock grow harder and more noticeable in his pants. “Of course it’s acting up now, do I tell him? Will he think I’m a weirdo? Fuck…” He mumbled.

Itto walked back in, Gorou staring down. “Bud, okay, something is up. Tell me, what’s goin’ on?” He asked kindly as he sat down in the chair next to Gorou’s.

“Uhm… you won’t think I’m weird, right?” Gorou mumbled.

“Uhm, no, why would I? I’ve been through sooo much with you, how bad can it be?”

“Okay… uhm… it's established that we have had… sex. Right?” Gorou twiddled his thumbs.

“Yes. Many times, a bucket load-” Itto joked. Gorou cut him off, “STOOP! I’m serious.”

“Okay, okay. What about it?” Itto leaned on his hand on the table, attentively listening to Gorou.

“Uhm… I’ve realized things as we’ve progressed in our relationship as boyfriends.”

“And that is?” Itto made a drumroll gesture with his hands on his muscular thighs.

“I- I think I have a kink. Regarding size.” The room went silent. Not even the bubbling yakisoba was heard from the other room. Crickets and quiet purrs from the stray cats filled the silence.

“WHAAT?! - Wait, which way? Do you like… uhm… - HOW?!” The questions overlapped as he got up from his chair, questions flying in and out of his mouth. Unsure answers, given that this is all so new to him.

“I think it’s obvious.”

“I mean… I guess so.” Itto shrugged.

Gorou bit his lip. “So, the plans for tonight-”

“-YES! THE PLANS! So,  basically, they are going down the drain. And you and I aren't goin’ looking for them.” Itto launched out of his chair to lift Gorou out of his own seat.

“ITTO! GOD, WHAT are you doing?!” Gorou gasped.

“You don’t think I noticed you muffling your whimpers before? You can’t fool me, babe.” He laughed. Itto carried Gorou over to the couch, dropped him onto the soft cushions and straddled him.

“So… how are we going to do this now?” Gorou whispered.

“Based on my thorough analysis, you like guys like me. Well how could people not, I am the one and Oni after all.” He beamed. “But that's besides the point. You like people that tower over you in size, strength and durability, pup.”

“PUP?!” Gorou exclaimed. “God, you can't just throw in new nicknames like that.” He pouted.

“Awwww, but you seem to like it. Your tail beating against the couch, face redder than the tomatoes on my counter, you like it, pup.” Itto smiled. Gorou groaned.

He pulled Itto in to kiss him, his knees folding in and his thighs closing around Gorou. He wrapped his legs around Itto's waist, just so that he can feel their shafts rubbing against one another to get things moving along quicker, they didn't have much time after all.

“Itto- mgh- you k-know I have more training at 9:30, r-right?” Gorou asked between heavy kisses. Itto pulled away to look down at him.

Arms played out above his head, the pouty gaze on his face, drool dripping from his lip. The mere size of their bodies compared to one another drove them mad.

“I don't fucking care if you have more training.” Itto growled between nipping at Gorou’s neck. “We're going to explore this newfound kink of yours until we meet an agreement.”

“Ngh- Which is?” Gorou whimpered.

“The agreement that you are sure you have a size kink.”

“BUT I DO!” Gorou cried before Itto indulged himself further in his taste. “AUGH~” Gorou whimpered like the pup he was being. He did like it, the nickname that is. His tail wagged with each hickey Itto left, with each moan he released, it was turning him on further and further to the point where-

“ITTO, GOD, I'M GONNA-” Gorou whimpered. Their cocks rubbing together, Itto's length alone almost made him cum in his pants.

“Don't.” He groaned between kisses.

“Wh-Why?’ Gorou whined. “Why not, just let me cum, please.”

“Even with that begging, it'll get you nowhere, pup. To my room. Please.” Itto asked sternly.

“Mph, fine.” Gorou whined. He rolled off the couch and started to stumble to the bedroom up the stairs.

“C'mon slowpoke, let's go.” Once again, his shadow from the overhead warm light  loomed over Gorou's whole body. Itto lifted Gorou up with ease, one handed mind you, and up the stairs.

-

Itto threw Gorou onto the bed and whispered in his ear. “Clothes off. leave the panties on, pup.” Itto said as he undressed himself. almost tearing his shirt to threads as he took it off over his head. He pulled his pants down faster than you could say “Say what I mean, mean what I say” and just stared at Gorou.

Itto's muscular body sent a tingly sensation across Gorou’s body. His skin grew hot, his tail wagged, his cock throbbed for touch just sitting there in his little red panties.

“Gorou, pull them aside. Let me see your cock.” Itto said, walking over to the bed and looming over Gorou once more.

“Yes.” Gorou nodded. He pulled out his shaft from the fabric, his cock sprung out.

“Wow. Pup, look how hard you are for me already. Those panties rubbing up by your tail all dinner, you were probably rolling your hips just to get a tug from them hiking up your ass.” Itto grinned.

“Ride me.” Gorou said.

Itto's eyes widened. “H-How is that going to work? I'll crush you.”

“I don't care.” Gorou said, biting his lip again. “Like you said. We have to come to an agreement.”

“Oh I'll come to an agreement. I have a size kink.” Gorou pouted. “How tall are you?”

“6’3”. Might be an inch or two taller since last time I checked-”

“And how big are you?”

“Oh… uhm. Itto looked down at his hardened cock. “Let me see. How big are you then? For comparison.” Itto sat down on his knees in front of Gorou, towering over him.

Gorou bit his lip, brushing it at this point, holding himself back from bouncing on Itto's cock.

“Okay, so I am obviously way larger than you, do you know how big it is exactly?”

“Maybe… Give or take 5, 5.5?” Gorou said speculatively.

“Okay. So if that is 5.5, at the most. then I must be at least 8 point-

-EIGHT?!?!” Gorou gasped. He covered his face with his hands, his leg shaking, tail wagging, cock throbbing harder each minute it wasn't being pleasured.

“Do you still want me to ride you?” Itto asked hesitantly.

“Yes. Without a doubt.” Gorou said with no hesitation. “Get on me, please I can't take this any longer.” He whined.

So with no hesitation, Itto rolled over and spread Gorou's legs apart. Itto kissed slowly down his chest, almost down to the happy trail.

“Do you want my cock inside of you or do you want me to ride yours?” Itto groaned.

“Inside.” Gorou moaned. “Quick.”

Itto inserted himself into Gorou, no lube needed thanks to how met he was from before on the couch. He went slow at first. thrusting in and out fully to get Gorou used to his girth with the newfound knowledge of the kink. Gorou was feeling and seeing things in an all new light now with his new realizations.

“Faster, please, baby.” Gorou whined, his tail wagging out of control. Itto rubbed gently on his ears. making him whine and whimper out of control.

“I-Itto, you k-know how s-sentit-tive I am t-there, ngh~” Gorou whimpered.

“I know, pup. I fuckin’ know.” Itto groaned as he rubbed and scratched the spot where he knew it affected him the most. His tail wagged outlandishly, his leg bounced as Itto kept pounding into him, “Y-Y-YES, RI-IGHT THE-ERE, AUGH!” Gorou whimpered.

“Yes, pup, come for me, beg for it, pup.” Itto demanded as he funded faster and faster into Gorou's little, tight, throbbing hole.

“Please, p-please p-pleas-se make me come… P-Please?” He whined under Itto's muscle, biting down on his arm, neck and shoulders leaving marks all along them.

“YES, Y-YES! I'm gonna come, pup. Come with me.” Itto growled. He went faster. pounding into Gorou faster than he's ever done before with any partner. And even in private beating his own cock.

“UGH. YES YES yes yes yes, YESSS AUGHH~” Gorou moaned as he came. His cock erupted with hot cum spilling into the air and onto his stomach, some of it squirting onto Itto's chest.

“Y-YES, PUP, COME YES, AUGH!” Itto climaxes inside of Gorou's hole, its throbbing just made it twice as intense.

“Aughhhhh fuuuck…” Itto groaned. “Wha… What time is it?”

Gorou peered over Itto's bruised shoulder. “Shit… it's 8:30 already. I have to get going-” Itto took his hand and traced it along Gorou's throat.

“What's the harm in missing out on one training session?”

“I mean… I'm sure the general will still mind-” Itto grasped his face to meet his tired eyed gaze.

“Stay a little longer. For me? Will you, pup?”