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I do know. I've been doing my fair share of seducing here, you know.

[ he starts with taking off his shoes - not really bothering much with them, since his attention is on Dottore's clothes right after. With this he takes his time, letting himself admire the man's body, and the feel of it under his touch ]

Oho, is that what you’ve been doing with your time, …becoming a cum dumpster… [ his smile creeps up from behind his mask, which he’s about to remove, but then he stops to instead grab one of scaramouche’s hands. ] Take it off. [ no one else is allowed to touch his mask, to even think about removing it, to see the face he hides beneath it… no one but Scaramouche. ]

[ there's a soft airy laugh at the insult, like he doesn't even mind. And of course he looks delighted when Dottore asks him to remove his mask - which he does immediately, leaning him to kiss him again afterwards ]

Does it bother you? I had to spend the time one way or another.

[ dottore loops an arm around him to anchor him in place as he returns the kiss. ] No, I’m not going to be the one to stifle your growth, but I do have to wonder if they’re anything special… or if it was a dick to get down on. [ he doesn’t care as long as he still makes time for him. it’ll be when he doesn’t that these other people go under the knife. ]

They're nothing special.

[ he leans in to kiss his neck, biting lightly as he resumes working on his clothes - this time, a little more hurriedly ]

Nothing like you. So ... what do you want to do now?

I want to see what hell did to you and I’d like you to help me explore what hell did to me… and, of course, I’m going to fuck you until you forget any of the names you’ve acquired over the years. [ grins at the biting. ]

Mmm ...

[ there's a pause at the answer, and then he moves, take a step back and starts removing his clothes, slowly revealing his doll joints ]

I thought you of all people would find this funny. But for your corruption ... I would need a bit of a hint.

[ his eyes brighten as he sees the joints, shifting to be able to reach for his arm to look it over. ] I bet they think they’re hilarious for doing something like this… [ deep down though, he’s pissed, how dare they tinker with his toy. ]

[ dottore shrugs his jacket and shirt off, casually throwing them aside like he doesn’t give a fuck ( because he doesn’t ) and then he turns around to show off the sewn stitching up his spin; the eyelets the same glowing blue as his earring. ]

[ he'll bring his hand over to those stitches, trailing his finger down them ]

... How interesting. They put you back together like you've done with your toys.

[ dottore laughs. ] ...something like that. I imagine there's more to it than this, but [ shrugs. ] I haven't had a chance to start experimenting on myself.

But you want me to experiment on you?

Do you *want* to? I imagine you'd like to...

[ he moves so he can wrap his arms around him, leaning in to talk into his ear ]

I do. I wonder how sweet your voice will sound when you’re the one being cut open.

[ dottore loops an arm around scaramouche and digs his nails into his back. ] I think you're be sorely disappointed. I don't think you can make me scream. [ is that a challenge, certainly. ]

Maybe not scream, but what about moaning in pleasure? You are that kind of guy after all.

Now that's a little more accurate. [ kisses him roughly. ] Go ahead. Unzip me. Let's see what they've done.

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