...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.
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.