it's sick, dear

Spread out on all fours, his knees wide and elbows easily keeping his upper half raised, Zeno’s silverish hair almost seems to flicker in the low lighting of the bedroom as he tilts his head until a satisfying crack resonates through his neck. Watching him, you drop your fingers to the strap which is tightly secured to your lower half, the harness comfortable where its restraints wrap around to cling to your skin.

The strap is one you’re both familiar with, a medical grade silicon in a deep, dark colour which holds an almost iridescent quality where it catches light. In your games, you have used much bigger as Zeno’s resilience to physical damage really allows you both to push the boundaries of how much punishment he can take before it truly has any impact. However, for a gentler session like this would be, something more manageable was the favoured toy and you rub your fingers across the flared head of the dildo to ensure a smoother use.

“Do you want some help before I start hollowing you out? Because once I start, I won’t be stopping until you’ve come.” You warn him playfully, dragging your nails roughly over the base of his spine and watching as it inspires a soft shiver across the skin. “Not matter how much you bitch and whine and beg me for mercy.”

The back of Zeno’s head tilts slightly at the accusation and you can hear the eye roll in his deadpan tone as he responds.

“I never bitch.”

“But you do whine and beg so pretty. My pretty, pretty man.”

As you purr down at him, you lower your fingers to his exposed ass and gently take a moment to tease along his hole with your slickened digits. He’s stunning like this, the tight muscle of his back on easy show as his ass clenches and relaxes at the soothing touch. You briefly consider asking him to flip to his back so you can watch his expression as he’s being fucked but push the thought aside as you adjust your hips to rub the flared head of your strap along the crack of his ass.

“Fine then, no fingers tonight.” You tell him, teasing his hole with the head as you push it in less than half an inch – only enough to apply a strong pressure to his ass. “I know you’ll take it all like a good boy, yeah?”

“You talk so much for someone with a job to do.” Zeno’s voice is tight, only slightly muffled by the arm which is propping his head against the mattress. You can’t see it but you know his face is flushing at the highest points of his cheeks, filthy talk always driving him wild even if he wouldn’t admit to it.

Canting your hips in a quick thrust, you push the flared head past his hole and watch as the tight ring of muscle is forced to expand before quickly contracting again around the thick length. The noise which the sudden shock of sensation nets you is so delicious that you match Zeno’s low groan with one of your own – your neglected cunt throbbing with need as you dig one steadying hand into the muscle of his hip and tease the rim of his ass with the thumb of your other hand.

“Is this the spot, baby?” Only pressing in a little deeper, you roll your hips and rub the curved head of the strap across the area where you know his prostate is, grinning as the simple movement makes his knees spread further as his manicured hand clenches the dark sheets so roughly that you’re surprised he hasn’t ripped through them yet. “Oh, I think you like this. Look at how tense you are already, it’s sweet.”

“Keep going,” Zeno’s voice is breathy as he turns his head to press his cheek to the sheets, “and don’t stop.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, pretty boy. I’m not one of your little subordinates.” Angling your hips so you can reach further up his body, you curl your fingers into his hair and give it a harsh tug – forcing his head back from the sheets. “You hear me?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.” He gives the expected apology with ease, arousal stripping him of all arrogance and leaving him in that pliant, delicious headspace where it’s easy to see the man beneath the powerful entity he projects himself as. “Please, just fuck me.”

Tilting your head a little, you glance around his body to see the easy evidence of his arousal as a bead of his pre-cum drips from his strained cock to stain the dark fabric below. Gasping at the sight, you slither your hand around his groin and brush your fingers against his cock as you slowly fuck yourself in and out of him with a slow rhythm.

“You’re ruining your expensive sheets.” The words purr from you as Zeno’s back arches at the gentle touch. “I mean, look at the mess. Does being fucked make you feel this good, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Do I make you feel this good?”

“Y- oh fuck- yes.”

Keeping your hand on his cock as you continue to hollow out his ass with the strap, you can tell every time you brush his prostate because his cock twitches within your grasp. He’s painfully hard, his length long and manageably thick, and your fingers brush the trimmed pubic hair which decorates the base of his cock with each stroke.

Already pent up and brimming with some unspoken work frustration which he is yet to clue you into, it takes a shockingly short amount of time to bring him to that point where his quietened gasps grow more erratic and you drop your hand to massage his balls as you feel them begin to tighten against your palm.

Zeno comes with a growl, the sound half buried by the sheets, and you grunt as you shift your hand back up to jerk his cock rapidly; his release arcing to the sheets below as a few wayward drops dribble down to your fingers. You use the mess as additional lube, stroking along his jerking length as you make sure to milk him for every bit which he has to offer.

You jerk him through his orgasm, only pulling your hand free when one of his subtle gasps comes across as more of a whine and you take mercy by releasing him and returning your fingers to the base of his spine.

“Do you want me to keep going?” Your strap still impaling his ass, you try to keep as still as possible as you give him the option – his enhancements making his recovery period inconsequential enough that you could keep fucking him for hours before exhaustion could really claim him.

“It’s enough for now.” Zeno answers, his steady voice hoarse with arousal. “But I can smell your arousal from here. It’s heady. It’s strong. It’s-” he pauses to swallow and his head tilts around enough that you can see the wild need which reflects in his yellowed, predatory gaze, “I need to taste you before you can fuck me again.”