[ There's something nice about hearing Dottore call him beautiful. Maybe it feels even nicer knowing this man knows him inside-out, in literal ways. He's seen everything of him. Has seen the most ugly sides, has seen him at his most pathetic. And he still thinks he's beautiful.
Maybe the only way he can love him is as his most beloved experiment, but he's fine with that ]
... [ dottore hesitates, padding the silence with some more kisses to scaramouche's neck. ] I'm afraid that here I'm limited in what I can do for you. I want to give you so much more than I'm able to do here... [ he sounds frustrated. ] But, still, whatever I can give you I will give you. [ he marks his neck, groaning into the skin as his tentacles peel away at the layers of clothing scaramouche has got on. ] Whatever you want, tell me, and I'll do my best... you're all I can think about, and all that I want, ... [ one of the tentacles coils around his cock once it's free, stroking him from base to tip. ]
[ he'd answer him with something equally ridiculous, and yet the words die in his throat as the tentacles keep stroking him. He lets out a soft moan, rocking his hips toward that touch, clearly wanting more ]
A--ah ... so you're obsessed with me? Who would have guessed.
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Maybe the only way he can love him is as his most beloved experiment, but he's fine with that ]
Then — take me and show me everything I deserve.
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A--ah ... so you're obsessed with me? Who would have guessed.
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