[ he does, and he really can't deny it. He walks up to the bed, scalpel in hand as he reaches over for his chest with his free hand, pushing him down ]
Where do you feel it crawling inside you? I should start there.
[ he goes back easily. ] ...mm, a good plan, Doctor, [ he brings a hand to his chest and trails it up the middle before stopping randomly. he feels it everywhere, so it hardly matters where he starts. ] Here.
[ This should not feel so exhilarating ... and yet it does. He sets the scalpel aside just to make sure to take off Dottore's shirt first, but after, he reaches for it again and puts the blade right against his skin.
The cut isn't deep, it's thin and shallow, but just the sight of blood is already enough to get him excited ]
[ oh, fuck. That goes straight to his cock, his gaze on Dottore's lips and then on that cut - and he lets the blade sits harder on his skin, deeper, this time less tentative and more to cause a reaction ]
[ dottore is half hard from the first cut, but feeling the blade press harder and sink deeper into the skin earns scaramouche another moan, his hands gripping at the sheets as he twists into them. ] Yes, yesyesyes. [ he pants, pupils blowing out as he pants. ] Keep going.
[ It's obvious how much he's enjoying this, and he immediately leans in to kiss dottore on the lips - rough and pushy as he cuts again, pulls the blade up and then down again to stab him with it ]
[ dottore grabs the back of scaramouche's head to deepen the kiss, moaning into his mouth as he feels his chest grow wet with blood. ] More, give me more. Feels so good, so fucken good.
[ this is a terrible idea, he knows it's bad, but he can't resist. It's just like when they were in the lab together - only this time, he's the one with the scalpel and he doesn't have nearly the same self control as Dottore.
He kisses him again, pulling back just so he can see as he cuts his flesh once more ]
I can see how hard you're getting - just from this.
[ it's a terrible idea, but dottore can't resist either. his senses are firing off the wrong sorts of signals and he can't get enough, moaning like a wanton whore as scaramouche stabs the scalpel over and over and over. ] K- Keep kissing me. Don't stop and, h- hahahaha, yes, I love this, I love it... [ the kissing doesn't bring as much pleasure as the stabbing, but he still doesn't mind it. he's always enjoying a mix of pain and pleasure. ] I am, but the blood loss isn't helping... [ so he may not be able to stay hard, but it's fine. ] Are you going to fuck me, Rava? Fuck me to death?
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Where do you feel it crawling inside you? I should start there.
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The cut isn't deep, it's thin and shallow, but just the sight of blood is already enough to get him excited ]
A--aah ... look at that.
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He kisses him again, pulling back just so he can see as he cuts his flesh once more ]
I can see how hard you're getting - just from this.
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