Clorique

Oh boy

This is….

Oh man.

Gountess and Rudo finally meet face to face. They sort of met when Gountess used his connect power, but this is the first time they’re actually able to talk physically as themselves.

Awww Rudo ☹️☹️

It’s very interesting to me that Rudo is so cautious and worried about killing people. Like he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. He does have “aspirations” of killing everyone on the sphere for revenge, but I don’t think that’s what he actually wants.

In my eyes, all Rudo wants is closure. He wants to find out what happened to Regto, and now wants to know his own connection to everything…

Gountess doing his best to comfort Rudo tho ☹️

Rudo and Gountess just attributed Mymo’s “death” to one another because they never actually saw Enjin.

Rudo assumed Gountess was still somehow using the power of connect, and Gountess assumed it was Rudo because the power was definitely the Watchman series…

Also ouch, Enjins blood splatters

We’re so fucked bro

God, the way Rudo’s face just DROPS. This poor boy has been through enough.

He very obviously doesn’t have the mental bandwidth to deal with all of this. He’s only 15, and at this point everything that’s happened has only been a couple months for him.

Gountess feels guilty as hell about this, I just know it, but he knew that whether or not his plan worked that he would die…

Also fuck you mymo. Like oh my god

Say what you want about him, but he’s smart as hell for thinking things through. If Felix and Gill blowing up the festival wouldn’t work (which it didn’t), then he was gonna blow up the one person that could “stop” him.

Oh Mymo when I get you..

But Gountess giving up the Pendant ☹️☹️

Rudo absolutely knew that Gountess was cooked when he gives it up so easily. Especially when he name drops Alto and starts to tell Rudo that he’s better off finding out from Kuro, because Kuro probably knows more…

Both Rudo and Enjin are blasted back by the explosion ☹️☹️

Enjin is at least still alive! Hopefully for long enough that Eishia can heal him in time. He’s able to look over to Rudo, and he’s putting pressure on the wound, so that’s a good(?) sign

Rudo looks completely out of it. Like imo he’s dissociating.

He looks at Enjin, but where before you know that he’d immediately rush to him, he just gets up and walks towards where Gountess was

And oh god, these panels got me

That is pure fear and panic. Theres no way in hell that he isn’t blaming himself. Even if he didn’t think that he killed Mymo, he probably attributes his actions towards Mymo to be what “killed” Gountess. Maybe he thinks that if he was able to take down Mymo when he was still human and get him apprehended by the Hellguard that everything would be okay

I really do wonder if the theories about his hair getting darker are true, because it does look VERY black here.

Gountess can finally relax…

Oh?

Lily admitting that she knew what was happening to Gountess, but she was too scared to do anything about it... Ohhhhh Too Lily the woman that you are...

And basically admitting that Gountess saved her life, so now shes saving his...

AND GOUNTESS THINKING ITS AN ILLUSION, BECAUSE A LOT OF LILYS POWERS ARE ILLUSION BASED

Lily CHOSE to stay "Ignorant", or at least chose to appear that way to Gountess

Yk, if Lily was ignorant and didnt know the ectent of what was happening, when she would be harmless and Gountess wouldnt be forced to tell Mymo about her.

She kept a careful distance because she KNEW that one day she could use that distance to save him

Im actually so fucking suck. Lily's scar from when she was little omg....

And they can finally be together!!!

I personally believe that Gountess IS alive. Im partly delusional and just want my precious GountLily to live in peace finally, but also

Gountess here is speaking like this happened in the past for him. Obviously it could just be for dramatic effect, but you can literally see Lily here, so im choosing to believe that the explosion has already happened, and what we're seeing here is Lily swooping in and taking Gountess away...

Hopefully Rudo comes to the same conclusion.

Im actually so ill.

The chapter title is "The Curtain Closes", and so I think this marks the end (or the beginning of the end) of the Festival Arc...

and God, what an ending it is.

Zanka is injured and in the hands of Goka.

Rudo had his arms broken (though they seem fine now?)

Mymo transformed into... something, and now he's dead.

Gountess almost exploded, but now may or may not be living the rest of his life with Lily

God....

This chapter was a lot.

So

What uh

I’m sorry I just

I’m so cooked bro what do I do now

I’m so excited for this to be animated cause Anima Enjin is gonna look so sick.

I love how it shows that this is happening simultaneously to what happened a few chapters ago. Even then, Enjin was being so encouraging, even when Rudo couldn’t hear him ☹️☹️☹️☹️

I’m actually gonna be sick. Enjin doesn’t care what happens to himself, so long as he can give Rudo a fighting chance. At this point he’s only known Rudo for like a couple months too (excluding when Rudo was a baby), but he cares about him so much that he’s willing to sacrifice himself ☹️☹️☹️☹️

He wasn’t even doing it to finish Mymo off, he was purely doing it to by Rudo time….

And, well…

We’ve found out what the consequence of time walk is….!

It’s…!

Uh….

Oh god….

It mirrors the damage that you inflict onto your target onto yourself…

Enjin slashed Mymo’s neck half off, so….

That’s uh…

That’s the last panel we see of him this chapter.

I don’t think he’ll die though. Coma or paralysis? Sure, but it would be a disservice to his character if he does die from this.

If he DOES die though, there needs to be a little time beforehand where Rudo gets told about Enjin meeting him and Alto before. Their characters are so interlinked at this point that it just needs to happen, at least in my opinion.

Eishia shouldn’t be too far away, and considering that Enjin has known her since she was a young kid, I don’t doubt that she would prioritise treating his injuries over other people’s, especially since his are literally life or death.

Mymo is realising that he’s… miscalculated.

God, I find his character so interesting. He knows that when he was still in his human body that he was severely limited with what he was able to do- that’s why he had Felix and Gil flanking him.

He’s so smart but didn’t account for Enjin having the last watchman piece, because who would’ve?

But even then, his hubris fails him. The pendant has snapped, and he’s too slow to pick it up…

…

This is auraful as hell

Mymo is literally fully decapitated.

I just.

God.

Give me a minute.

Because Rudo transformed with the intent of taking Mymo down… all the objects are now gone.

This uh…

This isn’t great for me…

BUT

it’s absolutely not lost on me how much Rudo looks like Enjin did in his flashback. Because he transformed his clothing that August gave him, he’s now dressed down in much of the same way that 12 year old Enjin was. Hell, the bandages are practically a stand in for his tattoo..

…

And,

Well,

The moment everyone’s been waiting for?

I’m actually so

As a Mymo fan? Thank god he’s dead

As a Mymo fan? FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK NOOOO NOOOOO MY GOAT IS DEAD WHAT DO I DO NOWWWW?!?!?!

Pro tip: don’t obsess over and revolve your entire account over a guy that you knew was doomed from the start

I just

Maybe I can be delusional and say that he’ll come back as a human again idk

Fuck

Like even without me glazing him, Mymo had so much information that neither we or the other characters are privy to…

PLUS, HE PROBABLY KNEW THAT TAMSY KILLED REGTO

At least Gountess can be free now, but honestly I wonder where he’ll go…

I do think he’ll partly wanna stick around Rudo because of his guilt, but obviously he wants to reunite with Lily again….

Maybe Lily will fix some things using her Jinki???

I don’t know

Please just

Give me time to mourn Mymo…

AND ENJIN BUT I DONT THINK HES DEAD BUT HE IS SOOOOOOO FUCKED

It didn’t take much studying him to realise that his inflated ego wasn’t that of a celebrity, but that of a leader. Sure, you didn’t know his goals, but you could tell he was putting up something of a front.

You started off as an intern at his news station. Someone so bland and unassuming that nobody would notice your presence, and by the time that they did? Nobody would question it because you’ve been there so long.

Patience was always a virtue, but with your apparent submissive nature and extraordinary skills, it didn’t take long for you to work your way to catching Mymo’s eye.

Men like that always need to be the smart one. You let him think he discovered how special you are all on his own. That he’s the one that seduced you, and not the other way around.

You truly did just want to use him at first, but after a steamy date or two that definitely made a few HR violations, something shifted.

He was methodical. Patient. Everything you embodied.

By the time you had realised that Mymo was just like you? Oh, he was already hooked on you.

You kept up the innocent little intern persona, and slowly but surely he let his guard down more and more.

Eventually you’re in a full blown relationship, no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it.

Perhaps you had gotten sloppy, or maybe you did it intentionally, but one day Mymo confronts you about it. He began to notice your smirks when you thought nobody was looking, and your almost imperceptible looks of disgust when someone spoke to you.

To say he was smitten is an understatement.

Of course he still tries to play the dominant role, but bit by bit you begin to push your luck. He already knows about your ruse but was too besotted with you to care.

Mymo, too, is smart. Of course he knows what you’re doing. He thinks it’s so cute that you think you can pull the wool over his eyes.

But he’s already deep into the relationship, and he has to admit that you are quite fascinating when you’re being so methodical. Sometimes you’re actually convincing!

As much fun as it is for him to watch you, eventually he does reveal that he knows, making a spectacle of it of course.

It’s almost terrifying when you realise you can’t lie your way out of it, but that’s quickly changed when you see that smile on his face. Not one of maliciousness, but one of almost relief.

You knew right then and there that this really would be something special.

Mymo is almost shameless with it. Whatever your previous position was doesn’t matter, because now you’ll always be right next to him anyway.

Being his partner before didn’t give you much of any power, just being his little secret, but now he doesn’t have to hide you.

His cult followers immediately get suspicious when you’re always clinging to him, and conversely he’s always clinging to you. One brings up the idea that you might have a mind control Jinki of your own that you used on him.

Mymo finds the notion hilarious, though internally thinks that even if you did it wouldn’t change much. You have the same goals, so what’s so wrong about him being so utterly whipped for you?

He doesn’t deal with them himself, instead leaving it to you. He grins the entire time as he watches you, either metaphorically or physically, tear into them.

I imagine that despite the almost obsessiveness, something you both enjoy, there would be friction in the relationship.

Both of you are in a constant fight for dominance, even in the most subtle ways.

It starts off with small things. Maybe you paid the bill for dinner before he got the chance, or he bought you a snack you ran out of without needing to be asked.

Simple. Cute. Harmless.

It very quickly becomes something larger than that.

You make one of his followers that was getting a little too devout disappear.

He makes it known that he’s tasted the blood of those close to you, just in case..!

There’s a constant silent battle going on between you two, even when you’re snuggled up next to one another.

If he really does something to piss you off, the silent treatment gives him the biggest dose of anxiety he’s ever had.

Even when you were fighting before he would at least get to hear your voice!

You’re better than him anyway. Who needs a man that obviously so insecure? You can gain noterietay with or without him.

But then… he actually grovels at your feet.

He drops to his hands and knees, takes his glasses off, and actually begs for your forgiveness.

You almost don’t want to believe him, but he looks just so adorably pathetic sucking up to you like that.

When you inevitably forgive him, he doesn’t give up control, but you can tell he’s always that little bit more lenient.

Where once he spoke about being the sole leader that would bring the ground into greatness, he now speaks of being attached to the hip with you.

He probably thinks about using Elenhos to make that literal, but he likes holding you too much to give that up.

I think that if the doll fest were to happen, he would outright refuse to turn you “beyond human” though. He likes you too much as you are now. Why would he change you when you’re already the epitome of perfection in his eyes?

I barely barely barely post ANYTHING about my girl and I really gotta start doing that more. Does it count as shipping when it’s horrible and toxic and Mymo genuinely doesn’t gaf about her? Idk probably.

His ass is NOTTT listening

Semi canon cleaner uniform mayhaps???? Who knows, but she’s still pink and crazyyy

Ref sheets I made, with and without her Jinki. What a totally not mentally insane cutie!!!!!

And then Faith and her really really really close and personal friend whom she absolutely harbours 0 feelings towards whatsoever, Jovia!!!! (Owned by my dear friend @fake00ut )

Not much to talk about in this chapter because it’s only 7 pages, but we got a little information! Next week is exciting bc it’s something like 19 pages though.

First off

More parallels between Alto meeting Enjin, and then Enjin meeting Rudo.

With how it’s framed, there’s absolutely no way that Enjin didn’t clock who Rudo was IMMEDIATELY and was bringing him to the same places that Alto brought him years earlier.

Absolutely no way

CORVUS!!!!!!!

First time we’ve actually seen Corvus on the field I think? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think we’ve only seen him in HQ so far (but obviously we know he’s met up with Kuro a couple times)

Corvus definitely knows SOMETHING, even if he doesn’t know that Enjin specifically has a watchman piece

It’s also mentioned that Enjin almost got hit by a car as a kid, so their discussion could just be an extension of that.

MYMO’S BACK!!!!!!!!

So from what I can gather, the giver that owns a vital instruments perception of it is what determines its power. 3R may have had a different ability when she was owned by Alto, and we know that the pendant has a different power now that Mymo is using it.

It’s mentioned that watches have a certain perception already, so most people would think it would be a time based power. Enjin perhaps asked Corvus how he thought a time based power would manifest, and so now that he’s using “Time Walk” he’s sort of created his own image of what that power would be in his mind.

Mymo looks so shark here. He’s so cute.

This further kind of supports my theory. Enjin obviously put YEARS of thought into this power, and so he’s already sort of worked out a lot of the kinks?

It sort of reminds me of Zer0 from Borderland’s ability. He can leave a copy of himself behind to distract enemies and can then move pretty quickly because his actual body is completely invisible.

Enjins ability here seems sort of similar, though not fully the same. Like he seems like hes maybe projecting a version of himself made entirely of anima? And anima is weird already, so it works completely differently from regular physics, and thats how he can get away with the whole perception of time thing.

Since nothing physical is moving, he doesn’t have to worry about time/space being an issue.

Mymo was usually very pragmatic when it came to sex. It’s not that it wasn’t frequent or that he wasn’t lustful, he absolutely was, but it wasn’t something that he dedicated swathes of time towards. He did it when he was aroused or needed some form of stress relief, and when he was done he would go back to whatever else he was doing.

Which is why it was surprising when he slowly started to trickle the idea of toys into the bedroom. A few stolen minutes here and there turned into something more purposeful for his pleasure, and at a second thought he supposed for your own too.

One of the first things that he bought specifically for sex was a thick leather collar, sporting a small metal tag on the front with your name, and a “return to Mymo” engraved on the back. Often attached to the collar was a leash that he kept wrapped taut around his hand, tugging you closer to him whenever he thought you were misbehaving, but mostly it was just whenever he wanted to do it. Seeing you on your knees in front of him very quickly became one of his favourite sights, especially with the newfound control he had over the pace at which you would bob your head around him, and he didn’t even have to touch you!

Not long after, gags and blindfolds and everything else you could think of followed suit. He would sit there with a shit-eating grin on his face while you were fucked out of your mind, barely conscious and twitching in whatever restraints he thought you looked good in that night. Ever since buying the collar, he had particularly enjoyed seeing you in leather, and so it wasn’t uncommon to be strapped to the bed, with leather pulled tight against your skin, just enough to leave nice red marks when they were removed.

Mymo really did take pride in finding out every little thing about your body. It wasn't even necessarily because he had a certain kink that he had the urge to fulfil. He knew his own body from front to back, and so finding out the small things that made someone else’s tick? It was exhilarating in a way he just couldn’t describe…

Well, it was for a while.

It was one night in particular that made his brain itch. He stared down at you as always, your head pushed into the mattress and your hips pulled close to his own, and something in his mouth dried. You had been in this position countless times, Mymo made absolutely sure of that, and he knew exactly what it would be like to be inside you. The warmth of your cunt pulsing around him, the way that his tip would kiss your cervix with every thrust in, and the vacuum that was created whenever he would thrust out. He knew how your thighs trembled, and how much you ached when he would brush his fingers against your clit, and how soaked you became as you came around him. All of that was something he knew, and yet…

He didn’t know how it would feel to actually be in that position.

The realisation hit him like a truck, and while he wasn’t embarrassed to admit it was something he wanted to try, it was hard to give up that level of control. Everything was planned out in his mind, from the way he would tell you what he wanted, all to him coaching you through what to do since he was obviously the expert on how to please someone by thrusting into them, whilst you'd be left clueless but eager to please him. Even if he didn’t enjoy it, he had to experience it, and the best way for him to do that was by having everything else around him be meticulously planned out.

That’s not what happened.

Mymo sat on the bed in his underwear, staring at you as you stood off to the side. His hair was down and fell around his face and shoulders, and despite being in such a state of undress he refused to take off his glasses. He mumbled something about dignity when you had first asked about it, and that was satisfying enough.

“This is ridiculous. You’re obviously clueless if you think that thing is fitting inside of me!” Mymo scrunches his nose, his lips drawn up in disapproval as he scoffs at you. “Honestly, I would never be so cruel as to—“

“Mymo, this was your idea. You want me to fuck you with silicone? Then I’m gonna do it properly.” You cut him off, your tone conveying no hint of wavering. Your eyes flicked up from the buckle of the harness on your hips as you finally tightened it to the black silicone cock attached to the front, slightly shiny and standing proud. “Besides, we both know you’re just jealous that you can't fuck me with something this big.”

Mymo let out a noise, and it was somewhere between a shriek and a scoff. “That is obscene, and that is not why—!”

“Yeah yeah. You've never done this and you know your limits,” With a small hum you move around, leaning one knee on the bed, and your hand hovering just above the bedside table. “But you should know more than anyone that humans are pretty elastic.”

“I truly am only doing this to test my limits.” Mymo huffed, puffing out his cheeks and looking away to stare at nothing in particular. His cheeks were dusted with a slight pink. “I’m not saying that I won’t enjoy it, but I only asked you so I could experience a semblance of what it’s like for you.”

Mymo paused, his finger and thumb moving to hold his chin in thought. After just a moment he turned back, a frown now on his face. “You’re just trying to humiliate me. I hardly know what I’ve done to deserve this.”

Your brain barely had time to process his words before you let out an incredulous laugh, head flinging back and a hand instantly smacking over your lips. It took a second, but still with a smile on your face, you look back at Mymo. Although his eyes weren’t visible, by the taut skin on his cheeks you could tell that he was likely squinting at you from behind those red lenses.

“Do you seriously think that I don’t feel humiliated every time you put that collar on me? It’s like— okay,” Your hands move to the air in front of you, gesturing as you speak to emphasise your words. “You’re just gonna have to experience it to understand, but the humiliation of it all is the whole point!”

“That’s not humiliating, that’s sexy.”

With a sigh after hearing his words you sit down, a smile still on your lips from the hilarity that just wouldn’t go away. Mymo watched your movements, his fists tightening in the sheets out of what was probably frustration if you had to guess. He huffs out his nose, his jaw clenched.

“Sexy for you, sure, but I mostly feel like… a pathetic whore, I guess…” With a pause you hum, tapping your jaw with your finger. “But it’s arousing because I put myself in that situation, and I’m willingly acting like an idiot over giving a blowjob because I know you like how it looks.”

“Is this your way of asking me to… suck that?” Mymo nodded his head towards the strap, his voice low with a slight hesitance. He shifts forward to sit next to you on the edge, his lips slightly parted enough to show his teeth. His leg started to bounce slightly as his foot touched the floor.

“Well, I’m not going in dry… I wouldn’t get very far, plus it would probably be painful for you. I guess you really are smart, aren’t you?” And with that you stand, your hand gesturing towards the floor silently. It takes Mymo another few seconds before he shifts to the floor equally as silently, something unusual for him during sex, though despite that he didn’t seem unwilling to do this.

Mymo stared down at the floor, his mouth feeling drier than it ever had been. He hadn’t even done anything so far, yet his cheeks burned when he could usually seem so calm and collected, and to say that didn’t intrigue him would be a lie. Control comes so naturally to him, as it’s his rightful place. He knows how to give orders, as he always knows what to do. He receives complete and utter obedience as he deserves, because everyone else doesn’t know how to even breathe without him commanding it. Even so, he couldn’t deny that he was blushing like a schoolgirl as he knelt under that thick silicone cock.

How curious.

When Mymo finally tilts his head up to look, his body physically twitches. The dildo strapped to your hips looked so much more intimidating up close, but attached to you? It suddenly seemed like the most delicate thing in the room. He almost didn’t notice as his mouth filled with saliva, something he very promptly swallowed, though the sound he made was much lewder than he had intended.

You were having a… similar problem.

All the confidence and teasing at his brattiness? It came out of you so naturally after however long it’s been of you being on the receiving end, both metaphorically and physically, of Mymo’s sharp tongue. It felt good to be able to boss him around a little, especially when he follows your lead without any words actually being exchanged, but holy fuck was it hard to pretend that it wasn’t getting you all hot and bothered. In that moment you were actually glad the cock attached to you wasn’t your flesh and blood, because you’re sure you’d be painfully hard and maybe even dribbling pre cum so early at the sight of Mymo beneath you like that. He had eaten you out before, but this was different. That shit-eating grin was gone, and he wasn’t weaving embarrassing compliments together as he held your thighs apart. He actually looked… speechless…

Slowly he reached a hand up, hesitating about an inch away before he wrapped his fingers around the length of the dildo. His red painted nails stood out to you against the black silicone, causing you to bite the inside of your cheek to stay calm and collected. It was strange the way he looked, the way he cocked his head to the side as he felt the girth under his hand. He gave a squeeze, and he kept his grip as he swiped his thumb around the underside, the smooth cock offering little to no resistance as he tested it in his hand.

Mymo’s tongue swiped over his teeth before he finally leaned in, lips parted over the tip as he breathed through his mouth. Whether it was hesitance or something more methodical you weren’t too sure, but it was only another few seconds after that he lolled his tongue out of his mouth, flattening it with an “ah” as he pressed it against the underside of the tip. He kept it there until he heard you breathe out, his head finally moving down. You weren’t even thinking about it as your hand twitched at your side, slowly moving to cradle the back of his head, but it only seemed to egg Mymo on, his head voluntarily moving further down.

There was a brief pause, and his lips didn’t even reach where his hand was still wrapped around the length before he tensed, letting out a choked sound. Your fingers immediately tangled in his dark green hair, not wasting a moment before pulling him back to the tip, though not completely off. His nose scrunched, but he let out a deep breath as he reconstituted himself.

“I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t expect you to be so eager about this…” You began, already pleasantly surprised as he moved his head back down without prompt. A smile was wide on your lips, and it was hard not to grin at the sight of him bobbing his head, even when it was obvious that this was not something he was well practised at. “Maybe you were right about this being obscene. It’s great.”

Mymo gave a small hum at your words, muffled by the rod he had shoved into his mouth. Something in your core pulsed, and you were probably impossibly wet at this point, but for some reason, you just didn’t care. The sight of Mymo, the man usually so bold about lofty views on his place in the world, gagging himself in an attempt to please you while knowing the futility of it? That's something a lot of people would pay good money for, yet you were receiving it just because he was curious. Some things are more important than getting off, and this is one of them.

You gaze at him for a while, fingers still tangled in his hair. Every now and then you give a slight tug, eliciting a small moan or grunt from the man, but otherwise you let him slobber over the dildo on his own. You could only picture what his eyes looked like behind his glasses— maybe they were glassy with the goal of blowing you basically being autopilot in his brain, or maybe his pupils would be blown with a more desperate need to please. Either way, with every bob of his head and glug from his throat, it seemed like he would angle his throat to take it slightly deeper than he did before.

Maybe it was the way that saliva began to drip down his chin, or maybe it was the way you could’ve sworn he was moaning like a pornstar, but after what could’ve been 2 minutes or 10, you finally decided he had done his job. With your hands tangled in his hair, you began to pull him off the silicone cock. He chased it for a moment, his brain not fully understanding what was happening for a moment, but when it caught up he pulled off the dildo with a small pop. He sat there silently, lips parted as he caught his breath, and you finally got a chance to look at him properly. The way his hair was tousled, the goosebumps that pricked at his flushed skin, and oh, the way his boxers tented with that slight dot of precum.

He looked so whorish.

“There… that should be wet enough, should it not…?” Mymo tilted his head to look up at you properly, his words groaned out, though he sounded particularly pleased with himself. A smile twitched at the corners of his lips, but didn’t entirely settle until he heard you respond.

“What? Oh, that doesn’t matter, I’m just gonna use lube.” You cooed at him, hand moving from his hair to tilt his jaw further up. His head twitches back in surprise, jaw clenching.

“Then why did—!”

“You want the full experience, right? Well, that’s part of it, and if I may say, you looked like a nice little—“

“This is unbelievable!” Mymo huffed out, his face red as he moved to stand. He made a show of turning away, flicking his hair slightly as he did so. There was a slight rasp to his voice, and you couldn’t help but notice it.

Biting your lip you lean in closer, one hand on his cheek, whilst the other moved further down. He jolted out of the little strop he was in mere moments ago as your hand cupped his erection through the fabric, a low gasp escaping his lips as he looked back to you. Your thumb gently swiped over his lips, smearing his saliva across his cheek before you leaned in, placing your lips on his.

All his abrasion was quickly lifted as his hands found your body, fingers digging desperately into your flesh as he eagerly deepened the kiss, his tongue fighting equally as desperately for dominance. You happily obliged, following his lead for this once thing as your hand gave his clothed cock a soft squeeze, only adding to his need for you. With only one more squeeze he had taken one of his own hands from your body, instead using it to quickly pull down the waistband of his boxers, fishing out his cock for you and pressing it into your hand. The way your fingers brushed for just that moment seemed to awaken something within you both, his cock throbbing hard with every beat of his heart.

Mymo certainly wasn’t the biggest guy ever, but by no means did that make him small. His cock was fairly average, 5 or so inches, and what seemed like a pretty regular girth, but in your hand it felt much bigger. Maybe it was the way his hips pushed into your palm, or maybe you were just super aroused and had your judgment clouded, but it certainly wasn’t something you were going to complain about.

Eventually, Mymo tore himself away to breathe, and you leaned your head back with a smile, your chest similarly heaving up and down. Your hands move to both rest on his bare chest, touching lightly for a moment before you push him back, his mouth letting out a surprised “oof!” As his back hits the mattress.

“Alright, I think you’ve done enough of the work here, mister…” Your eyes rake over him before you take a step closer to the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube that sat on top. You flick open the cap of the container, squirting a sizable amount of the substance onto your opposite hand before grabbing the dildo strapped to your hips.

“Take those off…” And as you began to stroke the dildo, smearing the lubricant over the shaft, Mymo nodded, his hands moving to the waistband.

Mymo let out a hiss as his cock sprang out, the cold air instantly cooling the blood rushing to it. Normally he would’ve sheathed himself inside you almost immediately, but knowing that it was going to sit there useless the whole time made him feel even hotter than he usually would.

“You know… I’m almost surprised at how quiet you’re being. I guess you just needed someone to show you your real place, huh?” As you spoke you placed the bottle back down, satisfied that the dildo was lubricated enough.

“This is hardly a permanent thing—!” Mymo muttered out, but let out a shrill gasp as you forced your knee between his thighs, your dry hand gripping onto the flesh of the back of his thigh to pry them open. His body tensed as you leaned over him, his back flush against the mattress and his hair splayed out around him, and just as his eyes had locked onto your form he let out a whine, feeling a lube-covered finger slip into him.

You didn’t even falter, still leaning over the man with a grin as you made sure he was lubed up. It was obvious from Mymo’s reactions that this was new to him, and you were drinking it up. His teeth clenched, his fingers gripped onto the sheets, and the best part? The way his cock was painfully hard against his stomach, red and almost angry looking as a small drop of precum dribbled onto his skin. You waited a moment before tentatively moving your finger, a slow movement out, then pushed in just as slow. It was amazing how his whole body could react to something so small, and even knowing the answer your mind was brought to his words about the dildo not fitting.

“You have to relax your body before I put anything bigger than a single finger inside you, Y’know.” Your finger stopped inside him, the hand gripping his thigh loosening slightly, though not totally letting go. Mymo stayed silent, his mouth opening, but he otherwise didn’t move.

“This was your idea! Do you want to do this or not? Cause if you want me to stop then—“

“I want this. Or… I suppose I need this. I need to know what it feels like.” Mymo suddenly spoke up. He was slightly out of breath, his voice hoarse, but his face looked much more relaxed than it had before. His arms moved, propping himself up on his elbows so he could look up at you properly.

“And what is ‘it’?”

“You are so insufferable- I need you to fuck me. Are you pleased with that? Do you need to take any more of my dignity?!”

“Hm, no, I’ve taken enough for now…” And with that, you slid another finger in, Mymo’s hips momentarily lifting off the bed at the touch. It was a lot easier as you pushed your fingers right down to the knuckle, a tension still there, but his breathing louder and more even as he relaxed his body. He was tight, oh fuck was he tight, though as the seconds ticked by it was clear that a mixture of the lube and his muscles relaxing were doing their job.

After a minute or so of fingering Mymo, vague small groans escaping his lips with each breath, you eventually pulled out your fingers, instead steadying them at the base of the silicone cock. He let out a whine, louder than he intended it to be, but before he could feel an ounce of embarrassment there was a moan that tore from his chest as the tip of the cock finally pressed against his hole. His thighs threatened to close, but you didn’t let that happen, pushing forward ever so slightly into him, and pulling his leg around your hips. His body fell back against the mattress, feeling so incredibly opened, even when barely an inch of the dildo was inside of him, so when you slowly pushed further in he thought he would be ripped apart.

You stopped maybe about halfway, Mymo’s head flung back in an unnatural position with his mouth hung open. His legs trembled as his body tried to cope with the sudden and unfamiliar intrusion, though after he had calmed himself enough he gave a stiff nod, one you could only guess was an indicator to keep going. You moved in slowly, a long whine audible under his breath as he tried to keep himself quiet, and as you bottom out you both let out a small grunt, hips connected once again, but in a way they never had been before.

Looking down at him you let out a staggered breath. He looked so… it was a sight you couldn’t even describe. You move back, then push in, and as you keep going you couldn’t help but move your hand to wrap around his neglected cock. It throbbed happily as your fingers wrapped around it, but the guttural noise Mymo made was instantly absorbed by your lips clattering against his. He leaned into it desperately, his hands finding your back as you slammed into him, and his fingers desperately clawing at your skin as you kept up the thrust.

Sure, the idea of slamming into him relentlessly was arousing, but you kept it at a semi-slow pace considering his anal virginity. Your hips stuttered as you leaned further into the kiss, partially distracted, and so you didn’t notice his hands moving to your shoulders until he had suddenly pushed you up. A string of saliva connected your lips, but it took a second for your brain to catch up and for the thrusting to stop

“Are you okay—?”

“Stop… stop looking at me…” Your mouth opened to speak, but you didn’t get the chance before Mymo continued, clarifying his point. “I can’t… I can’t focus on how it feels when you’re looking at me…”

You leaned your head back, your body lifting as you looked down at him. His body was almost fully trembling, precum pooling on his stomach, and the only thing actually holding his thigh up being your hand. With a hum, you look back up to him, and while the urge to tease the man about his embarrassment rose within you, your mind quickly decided against it. Best not to push his limits when neither of you knew them here.

“I… guess we can change positions so I can’t see your face?” Slowly you pulled out of him, your grasp on his cock and on his leg faltering as you stepped away. Mymo breathed in sharply but didn’t respond otherwise.

“It might be easier, actually. You can hide your face, and hell, maybe it’ll be easier to hit your prostate…” You pondered for only a moment before deciding on it, and after a few struggled attempts of getting Mymo into position when his body felt like jelly, eventually he was posed properly.

His arms were folded on the bed, his face hidden between them and the sheets below while his hips were in the air. As you aligned yourself with him again he let out a long breath, but the moment the dildo pushed inside of him a muffled groan left his mouth. One of your hands rested on his hip, the other placed square on his back for support.

The thrusts became so much easier as his body melted against yours, consequently causing you to thrust that little bit harder as the resistance wasn’t gone, yet you kept at the same pace. Muffled noises were drawn for Mymo, some incomprehensible, but others definitely words that he babbled to himself as he took you.

“What was that?” You breathed out, leaning over to wrap the length of his hair around your hand. With a tug his head was yanked back, a loud moan leaving his lips. While you couldn’t see his face, the edge of his glasses were tilted, likely pushed askew as he hid his face.

“O-Oh my God—!” Mymo whined, the word being unknown to you not even registering in your mind as he suddenly pushed his hips back to meet your own. “Fuck—Please, oh god…!”

“Holy shit, Mymo…” You let out a breath as you grinned, still pulling on his hair as your hips rut into him. There was a pleasant sound as your hips met again, and again, and again, each time Mymo pushing further back, almost as if he was fucking himself on the dildo.

“I can’t— oh please, I need to—! I need—!”

“What do you need?”

“Fuck! Please, I need to cum—!”

You bit your lip, hips staggering for a moment as you let go of him. You leaned over him, your chest leaning against his back as your arms looped under his, before you suddenly pulled him upright. You kept yourself pressed against his back as you began to fuck up into him, his head lolling back against your shoulder as one of your hands lowered, once again wrapping around his weeping cock.

Something akin to a sob left from deep within his chest as you pumped your fist around him, his hips trying their best to thrust weakly into your hand as you tried your best to still thrust into him. It was awkward, maybe even messy, but in that moment neither of you cared. Your legs were sore, and Mymo was mortified that he was even enjoying something like this, yet the lewd noises that were drawn from his being showed that he wasn’t going to stop it.

You felt it around your hand first. His cock twitched almost imperceptibly at first, but as his upper body began to writhe and his back arched away from you, you knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“You gonna cum for me?” You questioned him lightly, pressing your head against his back. He moaned in response, his breathing loud.

“Fuck— oh my god, yes!” Mymo brought his hand to his mouth, his thumb half shoved in and bitten down on as his body began to tremble.

It was barely a few seconds later that his body stilled as you shoved in and pressed directly against his prostate, another muffled and broken sob escaping his lips as his orgasm came crashing over him. Your hand still moved, albeit slowly, as ropes of cum spurted from his cock, and while you didn’t have a great view it felt like more than you would’ve expected as it coated your hand.

Eventually, his moans simmered into whimpers beneath his breath, his body falling back against you and his poor cock softening in your hand. You moved him so he was lying forward on the bed again before you finally pulled out, earning a louder, albeit still quiet moan as you did.

Mymo lay there as you took off the strap, cleaning yourself up before cleaning him. He lay there quietly as you sat next to him, rolling him over so that his head lay on your lap. He didn’t even react as you took off his glasses, as they were barely on his face at that point anyway. He hummed when you played with his hair or asked if he was okay, and so there you sat, waiting for him to fall asleep, or at least have enough clarity to respond.

Breaking you from your thoughts, Mymo let out a sigh, his eyes closed for just a moment before he looked up at you. He stared for a few seconds, eyes glancing over your features as you similarly looked down at him, until he finally spoke.

“I…”, he paused. “I believe I may have… discovered something about myself…”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“… As… mortifying an experience as that was… and perhaps it will make me… rethink some of the things that I have allowed myself to do to you…” Mymo fluttered his eyes closed again, his cheeks a dark red. “I don’t believe there is much you could do to me in tandem that I wouldn’t find… arousing.”

Your lips curved into a smile once again.

“Don’t ruin or twist my words. That’s all you’ll be getting from me.” Mymo suddenly snapped, though in a non-threatening tone, before you got the chance to speak. All you could do was shake your head before you went back to playing with his hair.