...good, good, good. [ dottore can't stand the thought of somebody else touching scaramouche. he. belongs. to him. he kisses the center of his chest and then takes him by the hips, changing their positions, so that scaramouche is on the bottom. he immediately leans down and takes the entire length of his dick into his mouth, his fingers slipping in between his legs and spreading his ass apart, so he can start fingering his hole. ] Mmf mm.
[ his mouth is a little full at the moment, so he doesn't respond, but he doesn't even care about the points at the moment. he draws back, licking his lips and severing the chord of spit and precum connecting them. he chuckles, sitting up to join their lips together for a kiss. ] How many times have you thought about this, little doll, ...and tell me about your favorite fantasy. [ he grins darkly, shark teeth on full display. ] I want to make it come true.
[ he's completely taken by this. He knows he has Childe, too, but his mind isn't in any place to think of him right now. Not when everything that is Dottore is so much more important to him. He SHOULD belong to him alone. He loves him. He wants his attention day and night, and nothing else matters.
He kisses him back needy and desperate, lifting his hips up just a bit so he can wrap them around Dottore's waist ]
I keep - I keep thinking about your hands on me, all the bites and bruises you could leave on my body, all the marks, making it obvious to everyone that I'm yours. I want - I want to be reminded everytime I look at them ...
I think I can manage that just fine... [ dottore sits back down to nestle himself in between scara's legs, turning his head to nip at the inside of his thighs. ] I'll start here... [ he bites him, sucking a mark into the skin. ] Mm~ and then, perhaps, travel down...
I want you to be able to have something to look at it, and if I attack only your neck, well, you won't be able to enjoy them at all. [ he bites, licks, and kisses down his leg. ] Rava, my beautiful, Rava.
[ Well, he seems more than happy with the bites on his legs and inner thighs. He's already painfully close, and each bite simply adds to that, makes him tremble with need and want ]
Y--yours, just yours ... Like — like you're mine, too.
[ dottore kisses the head of his cock. ] I'm yours. All yours. [ and then he runs the flat of his tongue along it. ] I don't need anybody else. Not when I have you.
[ ah, fuck. He doesn't know if it's the stimulation or the confirmation that he belongs to him, and maybe it's a combination of both of them. But that does it, and he comes right after, spilling on Dottore as he grips on his hair ]
[ scaramouche's cum splatters all over his face, dottore's hand immediately coming up to smear some of it into his own mouth. ] Making a real mess of me, huh? [ hearing him call him 'alpha' has him hard as a rock, but he refuses to touch himself, instead lapping at each of his cum stained fingers. ] My little doll, shouldn't you help me... [ he wipes another glob off himself, reaching up to press his fingers against scara's lips. ] Go on.
[ he wastes no time in taking his fingers in his mouth - licking them clean and sucking them as if they were his cock. And he's bringing his hand between his legs too, palm grinding against it, trying to stimulate him further as he licks his fingers. He wants to please him, wants to do anything for him. Has he always felt like this? In a way, it feels like that ]
[ dottore gasps, retrieving his fingers from his mouth. ] Ah, R- Rava, please, you... [ his face blossoms with color and he moves back. this is what he's dreamed about, right, having his pretty little doll touch him, want him, yearn for him and him alone? dottore musters a smirk. ] Look, this is all because of you. [ he grabs his wrist and holds it against his clothed dick. ] Feel how hard I am? Nobody else can do this to me. Only you. Now... now tell me you want my dick. You can't live without it, right? [ dear celestia, he feels like he could get off on this talk alone. ]
That's right — that's exactly it. I can't live without your cock.
[ he keeps his hand right there, like a good boy. He doesn't try to move without Dottore's permission or input, wanting to please him and show him he'll just keep dancing on his strings for as long as he wants him to ]
I want it so bad. Please. Please fuck me, fill me with your cum and show me how much you want me too. I've been a good puppet, so you'll do that for me, right?
How can I resist such a beautiful little puppet... I don't think I can, actually. [ he stands up and hastily undoes his pants, stepping out of them, and kicking them aside. he scoops scaramouche up into his arms to take his seat on the bed, setting him into his lap and smothering him in kisses. ] I'm going to fuck you so good that you're never going to want to leave my dick. All you're going to want to do is sit here and get fucked, over and over. [ he bites his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, giving him a messy kiss after, and groaning into it, because the metallic tang adds just another layer of flavor to it. ]
[ he reaches around to scara's ass, dipping a finger into him. ] How about I make you like a bitch in heat? [ he takes off his hat and curses it with that, so he won't have to worry about prepping him. he sets the hat onto scara's head, so he'll start feeling the effects shortly. ]
[ Every word sounds great. He kisses him back with the same eagerness, looking more and more into it as Dottore keeps telling him he's going to keep him on his cock, keep fucking him and make sure he won't do anything else. It sounds amazing, and that bite only makes him more excited.
Turned on as he is he doesn't need the extra motivation, but the spell still does its job, making him feel the desperate need of a heat hitting him in full force. He immediately moves his hips toward that finger, fucking himself on it and desperately trying to get it deeper, but it's clearly not satisfying enough ]
Patience. [ he says, having no patience, himself. dottore removes his finger from his slick hole and grabs his hips, moving him over his dick and slowly bringing him down over the head. ] Ah~ [ he throws his head back to groan, easing scaramouche onto him, but only because he wants to savor the feeling of his tight heat enveloping him. ] Fuck. And this is mine, all mine. [ he gives him a sharp grin as soon as he's fully seated on him, digging his nails in and beginning to fuck him in earnest. ] I'm going to mold you to my dick, fill you with my cum, and make sure you want nothing but me, me, me!
[ He just came and yet he's hard all over again, painfully so - desperate to be fucked and filled and bred. Even high on pheromones he's never felt like this, hasn't been able to feel slick drip from his hole, and it's odd. Not that he cares - not when Dottore's dick is inside him and he's fucking him so nicely. He loves every moment of him, the nails digging into him, his cock filling him, and the way he's speaking to him ]
Fuck, yes, that's it. I want that - I want to be — your perfect hole, made just for you. I'll be - I'll be so good for you, so keep fucking me over and over again. I don't need — I don't need anything else, just you—
...ah, but Shāhkār Kāmravā, you have always been perfect, ... [ dottore joins their lips together for a kiss, his mind clouding with heady desire, because all he can think about is filling scaramouche over and over. ] I have never wanted anybody quite like I have wanted you. [ murmured against his lips, all of the strings he's got connecting him to scaramouche turning to whatever color high-key obsessed is. ] I don't know how anybody could see you as anything but perfection. [ he cups his cheek, stroking it as he admires scaramouche. ] And unsealing your power only made you even more beautiful.
Hahah — Is that - is that so? Then you're never going to leave me, right? You will -- stay here, filling me so nicely with your cock, over and over again ...
I want — I want it so bad. Alpha—
[ he takes the initiative and leans in to kiss him again, hips moving on his cock to fuck himself on it, desperate and needy ]
You fit me so well, I really — really was made just for you.
No. Nonononononono. [ murmured hastily against his lips. ] I'm not letting you go anyway. In fact... I should get a room just for you. And I'll keep you there, forever, and I bet I could figure out a work around to that stupid grey disease. [ like, if he cut off his arm and sent that back and forth to baritones on occasion. surely that'd work. SURELY. ]
[ he continues to fuck him, quickly reaching his climax, because all of this talk is driving him absolutely fucken crazy. ] I'll fill you until you're at your limit, and then I'll fill you some more. [ he only wishes he could get his tentacles to come out, so he could truly sent scaramouche to a higher plane... but that would require him thinking about tartaglia. ]
Made for me, yes, nobody else. Not even... not even Tartaglia.
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A-aah … like this it will be - more than 15 minutes. I just wanted you inside.
B-but I’ll - pay more …
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He kisses him back needy and desperate, lifting his hips up just a bit so he can wrap them around Dottore's waist ]
I keep - I keep thinking about your hands on me, all the bites and bruises you could leave on my body, all the marks, making it obvious to everyone that I'm yours. I want - I want to be reminded everytime I look at them ...
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I want you to be able to have something to look at it, and if I attack only your neck, well, you won't be able to enjoy them at all. [ he bites, licks, and kisses down his leg. ] Rava, my beautiful, Rava.
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Y--yours, just yours ... Like — like you're mine, too.
You can't - you can't have anyone else. Just me.
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Alpha, alpha — my alpha.
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[ he keeps his hand right there, like a good boy. He doesn't try to move without Dottore's permission or input, wanting to please him and show him he'll just keep dancing on his strings for as long as he wants him to ]
I want it so bad. Please. Please fuck me, fill me with your cum and show me how much you want me too. I've been a good puppet, so you'll do that for me, right?
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[ he reaches around to scara's ass, dipping a finger into him. ] How about I make you like a bitch in heat? [ he takes off his hat and curses it with that, so he won't have to worry about prepping him. he sets the hat onto scara's head, so he'll start feeling the effects shortly. ]
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Turned on as he is he doesn't need the extra motivation, but the spell still does its job, making him feel the desperate need of a heat hitting him in full force. He immediately moves his hips toward that finger, fucking himself on it and desperately trying to get it deeper, but it's clearly not satisfying enough ]
A--ah ... More, more, I need more. Please—
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Fuck, yes, that's it. I want that - I want to be — your perfect hole, made just for you. I'll be - I'll be so good for you, so keep fucking me over and over again. I don't need — I don't need anything else, just you—
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I want — I want it so bad. Alpha—
[ he takes the initiative and leans in to kiss him again, hips moving on his cock to fuck himself on it, desperate and needy ]
You fit me so well, I really — really was made just for you.
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[ he continues to fuck him, quickly reaching his climax, because all of this talk is driving him absolutely fucken crazy. ] I'll fill you until you're at your limit, and then I'll fill you some more. [ he only wishes he could get his tentacles to come out, so he could truly sent scaramouche to a higher plane... but that would require him thinking about tartaglia. ]
Made for me, yes, nobody else. Not even... not even Tartaglia.