[ smiles against his lips and moves scaramouche in his lap, letting him sink into it a bit as he's turned to face childe head on. ] Fuck me. [ his smile broadens. ] Fuck me, Scaramouche. [ he loops his arms around him, pretty much surrounding him in slime as he spreads his ass cheeks to finger ( and slick ) his hole. ]
No. [ a light laugh as he starts filling scaramouche; coalescing his slime into something reminiscent of a cock. ] But you can fuck me while I fuck you... or you can simply let me fuck you into me, if you'd prefer, but my body, at least like this, is bound to feel really good. [ kisses him again. ]
I can get as big as you like. [ he leans up to brush their lips together, whispering, ] why don’t you tell me when to stop? [ smirks, stretching him wider and filling him up even more. he gives a sharp thrust, burying himself impossibly deep. ] I can fill you up in ways you could only ever imagine, Scaramouche.
It is a curious thing. I know little and less about myself, but the meaning is clear to me. I wonder how language functions in this place. Surely we do not all speak the same coming from as many worlds as we do and yet we all understand one another. Something to think about for later, I have something far more interesting to hold my attention.
… [ fair, but also, ] If I strip for you it’s not going to turn you on in any fashion. [ it’s going to be meticulous and calculated. ]
If you’re certain though, then I can certainly try to accommodate. [ there will be no trying. ]
If you’re certain though, then I can certainly try to accommodate. [ there will be no trying. ]
[ dottore rolls his eyes, falling flat on his ass, so Scaramouche can reach him. ] I don’t do ‘sexy’, but you can do it for the both of us… and you know it.
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. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
Do you *want* to? I imagine you'd like to...

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