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[ does he even have a bed or is it a pile of blankets
EITHER WAY HE WILL BE FINE WITH THAT, his legs still wrapped around Dottore's waist but now that he can have leverage and they're on their own, he will rock his hips against him, using his hold to bring him closer as he grinds against him and again, lets out a soft pleased noise as he's marked ]
Someone's being possessive. Didn't I just tell you I'm not yours?
[ does he even have a bed or is it a pile of blankets
EITHER WAY HE WILL BE FINE WITH THAT, his legs still wrapped around Dottore's waist but now that he can have leverage and they're on their own, he will rock his hips against him, using his hold to bring him closer as he grinds against him and again, lets out a soft pleased noise as he's marked ]
Someone's being possessive. Didn't I just tell you I'm not yours?
[ no idea! but a bed is a bed is a bed, it’s certainly something… probably. ] I think I’m entitled, and you don’t seem entirely too fussed. Don’t you enjoy the attention, [ he doesn’t grind back, instead letting Scaramouche rut against him like a horny bitch. ] how you’re the single solitary focus of mine, …
[ he does enjoy the attention, being Dottore's sole focus - him being so interested in him. He's always enjoyed that, no matter what he says now. There's something too appealing to the feeling of being wanted and admired, and he's not above that. ]
If I were your focus —
[ he starts, rocking his hips and grinding particularly hard against Dottore, demanding and needy ]
Then you'd do more than just talk pretty.
If I were your focus —
[ he starts, rocking his hips and grinding particularly hard against Dottore, demanding and needy ]
Then you'd do more than just talk pretty.
[ dottore snickers, shifting so that he can fit his leg in between both of scara’s legs - pressing his knee into him and applying the pressure he so desperately desires. ] Is that right. Maybe I’m simply… biding my time, and thinking about how I want to make you come undone. You can’t rush perfection, Balladeer. [ he drags his hand down his chest, slipping it beneath the fabric and gliding back up… tracing the ancient symbols for the word heart across his own heart. ]
[ he takes the hand scara’s set on his neck and interlaces their fingers, bringing it around to his lips as he hums, thoughtful. ] …the Shogun created you with a purpose in mind, a role she then moved painfully out of reach, leaving you to wander feeling empty… incessantly so. Even with the gnosis in hand you felt no fulfillment her purpose and your desire did not align, so tell me, Kunikuzushi… what is it that you truly want. If you’re still guided by the need to prove your worth to that wretched women, then let’s simply take care of her! [ his voice cracks, because yay murder! but then he’s back to being serious. ] As for you and your heart - I can give you whatever you like, but you have to want it, or it’ll just be another something hollow to that does nothing to fill the void… only weighing you down and making the feeling all the more obvious…
[ he hates that he's bringing her up. That he's seeing right through him, bringing up his past, his wishes - his inability to find fulfillment in the path that should be rightfully his. He'd ask how does Dottore know this, how can he read him so easily - but it's pointless. He really does know him better than anyone else, after all. ]
I want to wipe it all away, and leave nothing standing.
I want to wipe it all away, and leave nothing standing.
Edited 2022-10-02 17:03 (UTC)
[ dottore has to refrain from saying that that’s exactly what her majesty intends to do - burn away the old world, because everyone and everything in it… there’s just no salvaging it. ] … [ dottore finally kisses Scaramouche again… and again and again, marking a trail of them down toward his heart. he tugs at the material of his shirt, stretching it until it gives so he can plant a kiss right on the skin. ] It will all crumble… it’s just a matter of time.
[ of course she has the same goal. He did ally himself with her after all. But he follows his own personal agenda, and the Gnosis - well. It was always meant to be his.
But the kiss is a better distraction, and so he focuses on each one of those. His skin is already flushed, cock half hard just from the attention he's being given. ]
I don't want it to just crumble. I want it to fall down because of me. I deserve it.
You really must think I'm so easy to manipulate.
But the kiss is a better distraction, and so he focuses on each one of those. His skin is already flushed, cock half hard just from the attention he's being given. ]
I don't want it to just crumble. I want it to fall down because of me. I deserve it.
You really must think I'm so easy to manipulate.
And you must think so little of me to believe that I would bother trying to manipulate you at all. It’s going to crumble, it’s going to burn, but the honor does not just belong to you, dear Balladeer. You may have left us to pursue your own goals, but that doesn’t change how alike each and every one of us you are… cast aside, cast out, …care or don’t care, but I too want to see the razing of the current world, [ his smile broadens, eyes lighting up like christmas… x10. ] and not only that but I want to be a part of it.
[ he takes his hand back from beneath his shirt and instead uses it to cover his half hard cock, palming him idly through his pants. ] I don’t mince words, Balladeer, what’s the point, …you can have my help, my heart, but in return… [ he closes his hand around him, stroking him from base to tip just once, ready to drink in any and all sounds he makes with a kiss. ] I want you.
[ he takes his hand back from beneath his shirt and instead uses it to cover his half hard cock, palming him idly through his pants. ] I don’t mince words, Balladeer, what’s the point, …you can have my help, my heart, but in return… [ he closes his hand around him, stroking him from base to tip just once, ready to drink in any and all sounds he makes with a kiss. ] I want you.
[ if it's noises he's after, he's getting just that. Either he's particularly sensitive or he's very worked up, because just the touch alone seems to drive him even more wild, hips moving into his hand and kiss growing desperate once more. If he does think he's getting manipulated, well, it seems right now he can't care at all. It takes him embarrassingly little time to get fully hard, each touch making his entire body feel like it's boiling over ]
Then let's make it fast and fuck me already. I've waited long enough.
Then let's make it fast and fuck me already. I've waited long enough.
[ dottore isn't 100% satisfied yet... but he does take his hand back to, instead, shove several fingers into scaramouche's mouth. ] Help me help you then. [ he stares him down, watching with marked interest. ] And I'll be the judge of that, Balladeer. Patience. [ he presses down on his tongue, forcing his fingers deeper and, honestly, hoping to choke him at least once, because he's a fucken asshole and the sounds of people in pain gets him off. he will take them back after that though, tugging down his pants, so he can trail his newly spit soaked fingers down the length of his dick and toward his asshole. ] Make it fast, hahahaha, ...good one. I'm going to take my time and lavish every inch of you in the attention it deserves and then, maybe then, you'll see the mistake you made earlier... [ and with that he eases a finger into him, one that's swiftly joined by a second, so he can start working him open. ]
[ This bastard. There's something hot and humiliating about the way he's forcing his fingers down his throat, and of course he does end up choking, even if he's doing his best to actually wet them. He's impatient, he's made that abundantly clear, but it's not just because of how exciting and good it feels. He wants Dottore to just shut up and stop messing with his head. He knows better than to hope rushing things along will accomplish that, but he has to try.
He brings his hands to Dottore's shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pushes his fingers inside him. How long has it been since he's been touched like this? Maybe that's why he's feeling it so much ]
Did you - miss me that much?
He brings his hands to Dottore's shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pushes his fingers inside him. How long has it been since he's been touched like this? Maybe that's why he's feeling it so much ]
Did you - miss me that much?
...ah, did you finally decided to stop rushing me? [ as a reward he does start working him a little bit faster, eventually adding a third finger as he continues to watch scaramouche - mindful of each and every little tick. he loves this. ] How much do you know about me, Balladeer... not too much, I imagine, besides what whispers you heard in the halls of the Zapolyarny Palace. Even some of the other Harbingers are wary, but Columbina and you were the only ones to regularly spend time with me and my segments in my lab. [ the regrator too, but only occasionally, and it was generally prompted by his inability to work with his allotted funding. ] Of course I missed you. Miss you. My segments can only provide me with so much... company. Besides, [ he takes his hand back as soon as scaramouche is as prepped as he's ever going to be. ] we're not that different...
[ If there was any time he ever truly felt like a puppet, it's always been with Dottore. Not just know, when he can feel himself all but dancing on the strings he's masterfully pulling, but back in those days at the palace as well. After all, Dottore was the one to enhance him. He had to know him inside and out.
But he still hates his gaze, how he's unable to hide his own as Dottore watches him, and how needy and impatient he manages to get him to be ]
Don't make me laugh. We're nothing alike.
But he still hates his gaze, how he's unable to hide his own as Dottore watches him, and how needy and impatient he manages to get him to be ]
Don't make me laugh. We're nothing alike.
I said not that different. I never claimed that we're the same. [ he unfastens his own pants and removes his dick, taking some of the precum beading at the head of scara's dick to slick himself up. a few languid strokes later and he's shifting, bringing the head of his cock to scara's needy little hole. ] But I'm curious, Balladeer... elaborate. [ he's not moving otherwise. ] We're nothing alike?
[ he's really committed to giving him a hard time. He thinks he's about to finally get dicked down but no, of course he had to say something like that and Dottore took that as a cue for a fucking conversation ]
You don't - know me as well as you think you do.
[ He'll deny it until his face is blue. He can't prove it, after all. ]
Enough talking. Fuck me already.
You don't - know me as well as you think you do.
[ He'll deny it until his face is blue. He can't prove it, after all. ]
Enough talking. Fuck me already.
[ abso-fucken-lutely. ] ... [ he considers laughing in his face, but then he might kill their boners, and he is looking for a fuck, so... he refrains. instead he just smiles until his face hurts and it feels like his shark teeth might just tear through his own face if he keeps it up. ] With pleasure. [ dottore sits back for half a second, taking his hand from the bed and instead moving it to scaramouche's neck. he bears all of his weight back down to force the air right out of his lungs as he starts pushing into him, stretching him even wider. ] I know it as well as you do, Balladeer, but deny it all you like... you. are. mine. [ halfway in he finally does through whatever caution he had been exercising to the wind, snapping his hips to bottom out, his eyes fluttering shut as he groans from the tight heat surrounding him. ]
[ fuck. Fuck! Dottore pushing into him would already be enough to make him see fucking stars, but the fact he's doing that right as he strangles him makes it all worse. He's into it, of course he is, and he immediately gets tighter around him, body shaking as pleasure and pain mix together - the lack of air making everything feel more intense.
Maybe he is right, after all. Maybe he is his, after all ]
Ngg-!
Maybe he is right, after all. Maybe he is his, after all ]
Ngg-!
-ah. [ dottore sighs, content, the pain from smiling like a fucken lunatic really starting to hurt, but he doesn't stop, instead he continues to gaze reverently down at scaramouche as his body reacts to an assortment of stimuli all at once. ] A real beautiful sight to behold. [ said fondly as he sets a rather tame pace, not trying to edge either of them any closer to climax, ...yet. ] Let's hear it, Balladeer, sing! [ he demands, sitting back as he takes the pressure off his throat. he plants both hands beside his head, dialing it up to 11 instantly, fucking him earnestly. ] I want to hear that incredible voice of yours.
[ this fucker. He really knows how to drive him wild. He's feeling his lungs burn, eyes hooded and unfocused as he barely registers Dottore's words. But he doesn't really have the time to process, not when he's finally starting to fuck him exactly the way he likes - hard and fast and making it impossible for him to breathe for entirely different reasons.
He doesn't need to ask him to sing, because there's no way he wouldn't let his voice out when he's fucking him like this. It doesn't matter how much his throat still burns after his little stunt, he's moaning, letting out sharp gasps for air in between each thrust. ]
Dottore—
He doesn't need to ask him to sing, because there's no way he wouldn't let his voice out when he's fucking him like this. It doesn't matter how much his throat still burns after his little stunt, he's moaning, letting out sharp gasps for air in between each thrust. ]
Dottore—
[ he could get off on the sights and sounds alone. it's all too much for a sicko like him. he curls his fingers into the blanket, not letting up in the slightest, though he does shift his weight onto his one hand so he can set the other onto scaramouche's heart. he rakes his nails over it, leaving light red streaks as he feels his own climax building. ] ...that's it, say it again, and again and again. [ he applies pressure to his chest as he shifts to lean over him, strands of the turquoise hair that frame his face fall toward scaramouche. dottore's lips hover mere inches from his, a smile tugging at them. ]
Kunikuzushi, when will you admit and accept it, hm, you're mine, [ he kisses him, intending to take his breath away. ] ...your body has already done so. [ he chuckles against his lips, his hand trailing from his heart along his chest, over his stomach, and to his cock, which he takes in hand and begins stroking in time with each thrust. ] What reason is there to fight it? [ he swallows, feeling his own composure starting to crack and crumble. ] N- None. Hhhah, [ he shuts his eyes briefly. ] close, ...
Kunikuzushi, when will you admit and accept it, hm, you're mine, [ he kisses him, intending to take his breath away. ] ...your body has already done so. [ he chuckles against his lips, his hand trailing from his heart along his chest, over his stomach, and to his cock, which he takes in hand and begins stroking in time with each thrust. ] What reason is there to fight it? [ he swallows, feeling his own composure starting to crack and crumble. ] N- None. Hhhah, [ he shuts his eyes briefly. ] close, ...
[ He won't accept it - he'll never accept it. But Dottore is right, his body is not exactly being cooperative with him - reacting at each and every touch, making him sing even more. He's clinging to him, arms wrapped around him and nails raking down on his skin - each thrust driving him more and more crazy.
He's already close, and it's obvious with the way he moves against him, chasing his own pleasure wildly, relentlessly, with the same edge of desperation as just before, when he was kissing him. So it's unsurprising that it doesn't take him long to come once Dottore takes his cock his hand, making a mess as he clenches around his cock ]
Shut up and - just come inside already!
He's already close, and it's obvious with the way he moves against him, chasing his own pleasure wildly, relentlessly, with the same edge of desperation as just before, when he was kissing him. So it's unsurprising that it doesn't take him long to come once Dottore takes his cock his hand, making a mess as he clenches around his cock ]
Shut up and - just come inside already!
[ dottore takes his hand back as soon as scaramouche comes, returning it to his neck to wring the air out of him once again. don't mouth off to him and definitely don't tell him what to do, when you refuse to give him what he wants, puppet. he digs his nails in this time, creating small moon shaped crescents in the skin as he thrusts harder and deeper, concentrating more on choking him than fucking him. eventually dottore comes with a muffled groan, shark teeth having sunk into his lip to trickle blood down his face. he retrieves his hand a moment later, letting the pleasure hit scaramouche all at once, a laugh bubbling up and out, his smile broadening once again to the point of pain. this is my sexy face. ]
[ he's going to be beyond fucked when they're done. He knows that, and that he'll have to cover his neck, but he doesn't care any more than dottore does.
He's not even trying to stop him, just looking at him with a smile that's not fully sane either, his face flushed as he swears he'd come again right here and then if his body would allow it ]
Hngg—
He's not even trying to stop him, just looking at him with a smile that's not fully sane either, his face flushed as he swears he'd come again right here and then if his body would allow it ]
Hngg—
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