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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Re: day 512.
Re: day 512.
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—
Re: day 512.
Re: day 512.
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.
Re: day 512.
[ 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.