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When Zandik gives 18 permission to use you (for an experiment of course — to see how much you could handle, what else would it be?), he goes wild. All those nights having to jerk off alone with a pair of your panties pumping his aching cock where he had to use his imagination. Imagining you on your knees, one hand gripping his balls and the other holding the shaft as you run your tongue from the tip to his balls and back up, or you on your hands and knees on his bed, back arched so deliciously that your ass is enhanced even more. Oh yeah, he was gonna devour you.

His movements are definitely rushed. Poor baby doesn’t know what he’s doing. His grabbing at your breasts quite roughly and sucking so much. Your entire neck is covered with adoring bites. When he goes down on you, he can hardly contain his excitement. At first he gives experimental kitten licks on your clit, red hues gazing up from blue eyelashes as if waiting for your approval. Your soft moans is all he needs before he eats you like you are his last meal.

He hooks your thighs over his shoulders with a firm grip to keep you from moving. His tongue moves frantically, from your clit and down your folds before slipping inside your cunt, moaning against your pussy. He’s so messy but it feels so good !! He replaces his tongue with two fingers and pumps in and out and attacks your clit, sucking and nibbling just enough and loves how you writhe from his touch alone. It makes him feel proud and he wishes the other segments can see this act.

He’s so desperate it’s almost pathetic. His hips grind against the mattress in a weak attempt to pleasure himself and small whimpers emit from his lips. His moans alone as he devours you is enough to send you over the edge.

When it comes to the official act and he finally gets what he’s been longing for, he almost finished on the spot. Choked gasps leave his pretty mouth as he stares down at you in almost disbelief. He can hardy contain himself at this point. Your cunt squeezes around him graciously and continues to swallow him until he bottoms out, his flesh against yours. A small “Zandik” leaves your lips and its enough for him.

His thrusts are fast pace, his hands are roaming everywhere on your body, from circling your overstimulated clit that causes you to cry underneath him, to your breasts where he rolls the mounds between his fingers, to your neck where slender fingers grip the sides in attempt to cut off some air.

Your pussy is so warm and welcoming, as if you were designed perfectly just for his cock, a complete opposite of his hand and a spare panties that barely had your scent on them. You just take him so well and he lets you know how much of a good girl you are, and oh don’t forget he thinks you’re the prettiest woman he has ever seen in his life, especially when you’re begging for him to fuck into you harder. Despite being inexperienced and fast with his movements, he will make sure he tastes every inch of you before its the next segments turn.

25

Probably the most stuck up one besides Omega. In fact, he was probably the meanest one who thought he knew everything. This was the stage of Zandik’s life after being expelled from the Akademiya and pursuing other research with the Fatui, so it would make sense in some twisted way that he was mean and stuck up.

Unlike 18, this segment was more sneaky with his gestures. You’d often come and help inside the lab with the other segments or Zandik and 25 would be incredibly jealous. If you were beside him, he might accidentally knock over vials near you, and of course he would immediately blame you for being so careless and stupid, he’s just so mean to you. But as planned, you’d get on your hands and knees to clean it and would never notice the way this segment would stare you down.

Like 18, he would desperately jerk off but this time to the thought of you crying and it turned him on so much. He wondered if you would cry from physical pain or emotional pain (which he could do both) and that would make his desire for you grow. Sometimes he would sneak into your room when you are sleeping and just watch. He wanted nothing more than to strap you down and use you there but even he knew his limits with Zandik around.

After 18 had his fun with you and it was 25’s turn, you were definitely in for some form of torture (or pleasure)

Instead of the comfortable setting in 18’s room, this segment takes you to the lab as if you were his patient. At first he does a general assessment but don’t mind his wandering hands in between your thighs that graze against your cunt and flick at your clothed clit. The doctor is working of course ;)

He definitely loves to tie you down to the table completely naked. It’s so humiliating to be the only one nude while he is still dressed, but the way he looks at you behind glasses is enough to slightly wash away that shame.

At first he teases you. He blows hot air on your pussy and watches you squeeze around nothing. “Wow, you’re practically begging for me already and I haven’t done anything. Aren’t you a slut?”

He looms over you and leaves so many marks on your skin, sometimes even drawing blood but would lick it clean as some sort of apology. He’d stare at you and lick his lower lip to wipe off the little but of blood.

Besides his fingers, his scalpel is probably his tool of choice when playing with you. The sharp tip drags ever so slowly against your skin and the coolness of the blade causes your breath to hitch. Excitement or fear, you weren’t sure what you were feeling. Occasionally he might accidentally dig in ever so slightly to see the beautiful crimson color you produce and enjoys the face of pain you make. But don’t worry, the doctor will make you feel all better !!

Whenever he was satisfied from examining you, he fucks you without care. This segment really only cares for his own pleasure and doesn’t care about yours. He could go about his day even if you didn’t finish. He just wanted to use you to his heart’s desire.

Gently did he look at you, and quietly did he lean in to capture your lips, all while you let out a sigh of content. No longer could the rules of the world hold either of you captive. Nothing else could break the little haven you two worked to create. And Zandik was grateful you had stayed with him throughout everything.

"Now, as much as I love staying in bed, I do feel like making the most of the day. We should get ready. I mean, we have so many things we need to do now that we're here." Too quickly, you had patted his head and slipped out of his grasp, only to pull open the curtain to let the golden sunlight pour in.

"And what exactly did you have in mind?" Well, he couldn't say no to his beloved, could he?

"Well, I want us to have a garden to tend to. I'd like to see some more flowers. Oh, and I found this little activity where we travel around Sumeru and document all the species we see in a journal until we find them all! The discovered ones at least. It would be fun, just like when we were students. We might even find something new! Ah, and you said you'll make a swing for us! I think we should get to decorating the porch as well... And we really do have to see how the baklava and other treats today compare to the ones from the old days, and the theater performances..." Zandik did nothing but listen and mentally note everything you mentioned, silently enamored by your beauty.

"You seem to have all of this planned out." He sounded impressed while you beamed.

"Of course I do! Ideas have been flowing into my head the moment we were able to... obtain peace like this. I know this is different, and after everything, we are... probably not used to this. But I want us to settle in... to live out everything we could not before... Because I love you, Zandik." You clasped your hand around his and rested it on your chest with a smile, and his fingers brushed yours in agreement.

"Then, it may please you to know that I have already anticipated quite a few of your desired activities. So, let us delay no longer." You giggled with joy before pressing another kiss to his cheek.

Yes, he had found it in himself to change.

"You of all people should know how convincing I can be." You pursed your lips and crossed your arms, all while Regrator watched, entertained. While you all shared similar ideas, you were far easier to tease and rile up, which he admittedly enjoyed. Maybe because you were simpler and more open than either of them ever could be.

"I want to hear it, Dottore. Perhaps you could stand to learn a thing or two from them," he quipped, to which Dottore let out a huff. Unfortunately, that also meant that you were on the spot to come up with a good reason to sway Pantalone. And while you were good at explaining data and experiments and things of that nature, this was a completely different area.

"Um... Well, these meetings are only so often, and I don't always get to join all of them, too. And that means our time together would grow even shorter. That would be a shame. I very much like being with you. You do too, don't you?" You knew that appealing to Pantalone's health would not be very convincing at this point, sadly. "So... maybe just hold off for a little bit? Until after? Well, preferably forever, but... You know."

"Stating your desires and then assuming mine, hm? Certainly a common choice of persuasion, but to be so bold..." Despite his words, Pantalone crossed his legs and folded his hands on his lap, closing his eyes with a smile. So, what would he choose? The delight and warmth of your company? The sensation in his chest that flutters when you're nearby, the product of his pining for you? Or the heat from a cigarette? Surprisingly, it was an easier decision than he anticipated. The latter could always wait, after all.

And so the lighter in his hands disappeared once more into the confines of his pocket. You immediately brightened up and clasped your hands together, while Dottore stayed quiet, looking at Regrator with an unreadable expression.

"You aren't wrong. I'll keep it in mind for the future. However, do try to be more reasonable with your demands, Dottore."

"Hmph. I am plenty reasonable." Dottore crossed his arms and settled down once more, and you did the same. "However..." Dottore gazed at you, "If you're able to drag him away from that beloved pastime of his, perhaps you'll be able to change his mind on other matters." Pantalone let out a trill.

"Planning on using them against me, Dottore? How do you know they won't take my side instead?" He slyly said, and your lover let out a scoff. Of course, one of his specialities was talking, after all. "I do hope you can see my perspective instead, dear [Name]."

"I don't make any promises, but I'll listen to both of you equally," you shrugged your shoulders, and the room filled with soft amusement from all three of you.

Enrolling in the Akadeymia was one of Zandik’s greatest accomplishments. He vowed that he would take advantage of the school’s vast resources in hopes to pursue his own research (even though some could say his interests were.. teetering the line of ethical and unethical)

He was aware that one of his classmates would continuously make comments to him about his work. You believed that he was some maniac that the higher ups somehow managed to let in (even thinking his parents paid a great sum for him to be enrolled but of course you were not aware of his past)

Without a doubt, at least once per day, you and Zandik would get into it over each other’s research. He constantly said you were like some animal that followed blindly and never thought for yourself, while you, of course firm in your beliefs, thought of him to be a few screws loose in the head.

However, each time you would bicker, you couldn’t help but find yourself.. attracted towards your classmate. You’d take note of the veins that could appear in his hands whenever he’d ball up his fists at his side, or the way he raises his chin slightly and stares down at you in a way to assert his dominance (maybe he did, or didn’t)

You certainly felt fluttering down in between your legs when he would clear his throat before nagging you on. The most prominent feature you noticed was the way his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, which was followed by a deep sigh of frustration. Sometimes it felt as if you wanted to pick an argument with him.

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“You’re so fucking annoying.” You moan out, leaning your head against the tall glass window of the upper level in the library.

“And you don’t think that I feel the same way about you?” Zandik grunts in your ear, an occasional soft moan emits from his lips. His head finds refuge in the crook of your neck, his blue locks grazing your skin and gives a ticklish sensation.

His groans are muted thanks to his mouth latched onto your supple skin, earning a small cry of pain from you when his canines sink in.

One of his hands holds your bare thigh around his waist, while the other rests on the window against your head to stabilize himself. Your uniform was bunched up on one side as if someone was in a hurry (in reality, you both were).

Your hand slithers up his chest and reaches behind, tangling itself and gathering a fist full of blue locks. You yank his head back and he curses under his breath. From this angle, red eyes stare at you from hooded eyelids with nothing but lust residing in them.

“Y-You bitch.” He whispers breathlessly, digging his nails into your skin and pulls out with nothing but the blunt head of his cock nuzzled up in your cunt. A high pitch whine escapes your parted lips at the loss of being full of his cock. “Zandik…”

“You expect me to just give you what you want, just like everyone else does here?” He asks you, licking his lips as he eyes you like his prey.

You, someone he argued with daily, finally fell into submission before him. Your lips were swollen from his roughness, and mouth parted in the perfect shape as you gasp for air. Your hair that was once neat was now disheveled from him tugging and his rough movements. The normal look of annoyance that he knew too well was replaced with desperation, practically screaming at him to finish you off.

“P-Please Zandik,” you whimper, moving your hips forward to take the inches back inside. “Need you..”. Yet he doesn’t stop you. Your hand drops from his hair and grips onto his shoulders as you balance yourself.

He gazes down where you’re connected and groans. Your pussy swallows him whole with each movement. Your slick shines on his cock and he could feel it dripping down his balls from how wet you were.

Suddenly his hips snap forward and he’s greeted with a cry of his name and arms wrapped around his neck. His grip on your thigh tightens as he has his way with you. Your cunt generously accepts him and squeezes around him once he hits that special spot.

All worries of being caught are thrown out the window. You moan out a string of curses followed by repetive use of his name.

“Z-Zandik!” You whine, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. “Feels so good..”

“I know baby,” he moans into your ear, his hips beginning to stutter as his core starts to tighten. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

You nod at his words, unable to form any to repeat back to him. All you can focus on is the amount of pleasure from the man in front of you. Each rut sends sensations throughout your body. Your toes begin to curl in their shoes as your chest begins to heave faster than before. Zandik notices this and pulls your head back by your hair and presses his lips onto yours, and immediately sticks his tongue in your mouth.

A=Aftercare (what they are like after sex)

- They both are clean freaks and work as a team. After sex, one changes the bedsheets and everything that was used is cleaned and put away. While the other cleans you up, himself, and then helps the last one clean up. They change the tasks evenly without having discussed it ever, thats how well they work together. They can't stand the idea of having anything around them dirty and simply falling asleep. Its a routine that actually helps them fall asleep later. (They love structure, and you love to be pampered)

B=Bodypart (their favorite body part of themselves and of you)

- Dottore loves his hands (so do you, as i stated before in another fic). Pantalone loves his chest/stomach/torso? Idk but he likes it when you lay on him. It makes his size kink go brrr. Jokes aside he really likes it, he sees you as something precious and it makes him feel like a protector.

-Pantalone likes your stomach, he thinks its so cute. He kisses it religiously, squeezes it and wraps his hand around it, when you walk past where he is sitting. He is also amazed where his dick is going when he is thrusting into you. He often presses down on it to feel himself.

-Dottore likes your chest. He is a tits guy and i'm going to die on that hill. He loves to rest his head there. He loves to sneak up behind you to hold them, sometimes giving them a squeeze or trying to find your lil nips under your clothes. (Imma explain a bit more at Dirty secret!)

C=cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- Even tho they are clean freaks, there are days where its EVERYWHERE. And i mean everywhere. Inside you, on your stomach, ass, legs, chin, down your neck and chest. In the act, it was hot for them, but afterward? GROSS. You got a deep clean later for sure.

D=dirty secret

-When Pantalone is on a business trip, Dottore misses him ofc but he enjoys it to his fullest too. He gets to sleep with your chest in his mouth. Since he feels very vulnerable like that, he doesn't want to let Pantalone see this side of him. He wants you to play with his hair, to trace your nails on his neck and back and when you whisper sweet nothings, he sometimes even whimpers. You keep this secret to yourself since you can tell that he desperately needs this.

-When Dottore is on a business trip, Pantalone is really mean to you during sex. He makes you cry partially of pleasure but also of guilt. "What do you think he is doing right now? I'm sure he is missing us dearly" "He hates to be left out, he would be very upset that he is missing out on this" "But i bet you are enjoying this, aren't you? Such a needy thing you are. You can"t even wait until our lover comes back" and he says all of that with his sickly sweet smile. When Dottore comes back, you practically throw yourself around his neck. He thinks it's because you missed him so much (he is even smug about it because you dont get this happy when Pantalone gets back). Pantalone just smiles and shrugs, but he knows.

E=experience (how experienced are they)

- Pantalone was never one to be promiscuous, but he had his fair share of lovers. Enough to gain a good amount of experience. They were mostly casual with maybe some romantic undertones, but i think it was more to fulfill his needs and his desires. They never lasted, too, because most of them turned out to become sugarbabys solely living off him like leeches, which made him lose interest fast. He thinks that's a boring transaction, and he would rather have some craziness in a partnership, hence why he is very happy with Dottore and you.<3

-Dottore? Little to none. Its a miracle he wasn't a virgin.

F=favorite positions

-They looovvveee being ridden! Maybe it is because of how you do it. You really put your everything in there. You always start with Pantalone because Dottore is too impatient. While Pantalone enjoys the moment and lays beautifully on the soft pillows, Dottore eventually gets up, chest to chest to match your rhythm. He grabs your hips too, to lightly lift you up, and from that point, he also starts ramming into you.

G=goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they more humorous?)

More serious than anything. Yes, they will tease you with smirks and grins on their faces, but they won't make jokes to make you laugh. If you want humor during sex then it's up to you to become the comedian.

H=hair (how well groomed are they?)

-Pantalone has not much body hair to begin with. Its a light patch with rather thin hair.

-Dottore definitely has more hair, and it's way thicker. He keeps it trimmed and clean for you guys. He has a happy trail, too! He used to shave it but stopped after your protest. It looks way too good to pass out on.

I=intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

- I think Dottore is a bit more passionate than Pantalone in terms of how fiercely they devour you. But Pantalone makes it with his experience and his attention to detail and what you enjoy.

J=jack off (mastubation headcanon)

-Pantalone never really pleasured himself. He either had his lovers or he didn't have the time/interest in it.

-When Dottore did it, it was to relieve stress and tension. His goal was to reach his peak so he didn't put in much effort.

BUT AFTER GETTING INTO THE RELATIONSHIP:

-At one point, Dottore invented a communication device for whenever one of you guys is on a business trip. He made sure to make it as safe as possible so it couldn't get tracked/hacked and Pantalone funded the project under the feign that it may become a beneficial tool for the fatui one day. But it's literally for phone sex.

K=kink (one or more of their kinks)

-Pantalone size kink duh. Bondage with pretty ribbons. Spanking with hands, belt, ruler/crop. Facesitting.

-Size kink for Dottore too, also medical roleplay, bondage with handcuffs and rope, spanking with his hands.

L=location (favorite place to do the deed)

-Bedroom mostly. Sometimes in the office and the laboratory. But mainly in the bedroom. Rarely somewhere else. But they will do it if you start acting up to teach you a lesson.

M=motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-Moments where they get reminded how beautiful you are. Inside and out. So basically, when you dress up nicely or when you show them how understanding you are towards them and their messed up minds.

-When you wear their clothes, especially Dottore's collar. Pantalone gets really turned on when you strip for him and undress him yourself while doing so. He gets absolutely mesmerized.

-Wear lingerie! And then ignore them! Just you in your pretty underwear sitting at you, vanity brushing your hair like you dont know what you are doing. Dottore lost his mind when the silky see-through robe slipped off your shoulder when you fixed your lipstick. He took you right there, bending over the vanity.

N=no (something they wouldn't do)

-Anything with blood or pee, poop

-Nothing that causes too much pain (they suffered enough pls)

- Hickeys, scratches, and some bruises are fine and honestly even a given taking into consideration how heated they can get during sex. But anything more than that? Its a clear no from them. Also, choking was only a thing after you guys built trust.

O=oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-Pantalone likes giving rather than receives. But won't say no to head from you and Dottore while he has a smoke. Btw getting head from you and Dottore is his favorite type of bj :)

-Dottore is a 50/50. He likes both. Again, he is more passionate. He really gets into it until you are screaming. A few times, you even had to pull him off you because it was too much. Pantalone definitely takes more time to explore when getting down on you and is more gentle.

P=pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

-They both start off slow and sensual, then to deep but slow thrusting and finish with a fast and hard pace. So you get the best of all worlds, lucky youuuuu.

Q=quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

-Quickies might be a thing in the morning before any of you need to get ready and leave for work.

R=risk (do they like to experiment? Do they take risks?)

-hmh i think if one of the two would be down to experiment, then it's Dottore. Pantalone will try out things, too, if it makes you both happy.

S=stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

-2-3 rounds on average. Dottore had to build that stamina tho. Before, he was the first to cum, now he can keep up with Pantalone who used to make you and Dottore cum 2 times without cumming once. Your record was reaching your peaks 6 times. They managed that by tag teaming you, so one fucked you and the other rested a bit.

T=toys (do they own toys? do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yeaa, you guys have a small collection together. But it doesn't get used that much. After the communication device, they definitely invested in custom-made dildos of their own dicks. So when one of the guys was away, the other could use it on you. Made the other on the phone always happy.

U=unfair (how much they like to tease)

-They very much like to tease you. I dont think this needs more explanation. They can get mean, not deliberately, but they sometimes can't help it. Best would be to toughen up if you are a spoiled crybaby during sex. Otherwise, this can be very emotionally draining.

V=volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-Dottore is louder than Pantalone, but both of them are vocal. Pantalone hisses and huffs. While Dottore moans and curses. (Maybe i can find some audios on x?)

W=wild card (a random headcanon)

-We know that Dottore wanted to mix him and Pantalone in canon (it's real to me, idc). So, in this polygamous relationship, he eventually wants a child mixed of the three of you. He will labgrow it like one of his segments, or you get to carry the child, if you can and want to.

X-ray (let's see what's under those clothes)

-Pantalone's dick is longer but straight, Dottore is thicker and curves upward.

-Since i headcanon Dottore as 1.86cm (6,13ft) and Pantalone as 189cm (6,21ft). Their dicks are around 20cm (8 inch) and 22cm (9 inch).

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

-Both of them have a slightly lower sex drive than average with Pantalone initiating more. 2 times a week, maybeeee 3 times, is enough for them. It balances it out cuz they last so many rounds anyway.

Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

But there was something about him. His dark, slightly curled hair with a gray streak, heavy eye bags, a strong nose. Oh, that eyeglass chain would be fun to play with. Twirl it in your finger, ruffle his feathers with how "improper that is" and "you'll break it", request that him show you how to properly treat him. Fuck him senseless in the process. Maybe right here, right now on your break.

His gaze interrupted your thoughts. Fuck, was he a kink party dom? What with that gaze and the... Conceit? Disgust? You couldn't tell. But whatever he had to offer certainly had to be better than what was going on inside.

Boss said you couldn't accept favors or bribes. But those were monetary and didn't include a fuck.

Fortune favors the bold, as they say. You walked over to the man, a spare cigarette in hand. Thank fuck it wasn't crumpled, with how the packet and lighter were in one back pocket. In one smooth motion, you placed it between his lips. Your own gloved hand found his chin, holding him still. Another swift movement, and one was between your lips. Leaning down with your lighter in hand, a flick! echoed between you two and both ends lit up. Pulling it back, you packed both into your back pocket.

His curiosity was catlike. Biting back a smile, he raked his eyes up and down you. A smile grew on your lips around the stick. Oh, this would be a fun night.

Politely, he removed his cigarette. "Bold one, aren't we?" he cooed, voice rich and unfortunately distinctly noble. "Stay a while, why don't you? I think I would enjoy your company."

The man didn't offer much choice. Leather gloved fingers grabbed you by your shirt collar, forcing your head down again. You shrugged, and threw your leg over your lap. He didn't argue when you straddled him and settled on his thighs. In fact, he politely readjusted you, shifting your hips to be closer to his.

Fortune favors the bold, and you were certainly being more bold than usual. You pressed in closer to him, chest hovering above his own. Tobacco, gunmetal, black pepper to try to cover both of them. Oh, a rich rich bastard. Probably just got out of committing some crime. Your arms rested on the balcony, forcing his head back on the railing. Perfect position to mark up his neck.

You would behave for now. He hummed, pleased as you ran your finger up his throat.

The man found your hips and ass, a thumb hooked through your belt loop while the other remained near his lips. A man versed in this song and dance, thank the gods. He pulled the cigarette back out of his lips, letting the ash fall to the street below.

"Shit cigarettes." Wow, smooth talker. "You need to get hand rolled ones."

You laughed, pulling your own out from your lips and following suit. Unhappy complaints echoed throughout the street. "You offering?"

"Entertain me..." A squeeze on your ass, his eyes focused on your currently empty lips. "I only offer to those that deserve it."

Shit. Your core was already throbbing at his voice. Flicking your gaze to the door, you mentally calculated how long you had.

Somewhere along the line, he slipped his other hand under your pant line. Fucking shit, you didn't expect those rings to be so cold as he squeezed your ass. Your lower lip almost bled from how hard you bit it.

"Cold ass rings, huh." You remarked, a shiver going down your spine. Anything to bite back that moan. "You ever get complaints?"

"Oh no, not at all," he responded, chuckling a bit. "I've usually got a pleasant spot to warm them up in by the end of the night. I'm more than happy to show you."

Fuck it. You could discard one half smoked cigarette. Forcing your hand in his own, both of your sticks slipped out and fell to the streets below. Whether someone complained, you couldn't hear. Your lips crashed onto his, him greedily swallowing down your moan. He dismissed your hand, gripping the back of your skull and locking you in place.

His tongue ran over the roof of your mouth, inviting himself deeper inside you. Cigarette smoke and cheap red wine. You wouldn't have it any other way.

Your hand curled into his hair, gripping hard for some form of dominance. The free, more frantic, hand reached down to your belt. You'd had quick enough fucks to make your way around you belt. And he didn't need to say anything, slipping his hand down your front. Long, narrow fingers made for easy work in this situation. You ground onto his hand, desperate to close that gap. More moans rumbled from deep in your chest.

Shit, need a better angle. Can't get enough. Your hand flew down to his, forcing him closer. Teeth clamped down on your bottom lip, now a broken whimper flying out. His lips left yours, forcing your head back to expose your neck. Sharp canines nipped at your delicate skin, pressing against your racing pulse.

Right there, right there, right there, right th-!

"Hey!" your boss shouted from the closed balcony door. "Get your ass out here! Smoke break's over!"

The man removed his hand, and you choked on your cry. A cruel smirk grew on his face, leaning back and forcing a gap between your bodies.

"My, it seems you need to get back to work," he cooed, zipping your pants back up. "And I need another cigarette, it would appear. Maybe a third, after things are finished up. Find me when you're done?"

"Hey, fucker!"

The door knob started rattling, and you threw yourself off of him before you could respond. Heavens knew what he would do if he caught you on a noble. Grumbling out a quick "coming!", you headed back towards the door.

Shit. You felt lighter. You pat your pocket for your cigarettes and lighter, the only thing keeping you going tonight. Frantic, you looked at the floor, figuring they had fallen out.

The man was leaned over on the bench, lighting up another cigarette. Its fire flickered in his predatorial gaze.

zandik's way of rewarding you was by letting you choose which segment you wanted to fuck for the night. 65 and 45 he had no problem with, but there was definitely some envy if you were more attracted to younger segments like 25, 18 or even webby. he'd get more snappy when the two of you were in private, asking how much you liked your little 'boy toys'. calm down gramps, this was your idea...

65 fucked you the same way zandik wished he could still do, holding you against him while his cock split you open, his large arms not letting you move an inch until he had his fill. getting him in the mood was a risky endeavor and it didn't happen often, because the aftermath usually meant that you'd be bedridden the next day. he preferred to keep his mask on, the beak often leaving scratches and bruises on your skin.

45 on the other hand liked to take his time, tying you up, pouring hot wax or a substance of his making onto your skin, especially since he knew how impatient the original got when hours passed and he hadn't even put his dick inside you yet. his strokes were slow and teasing, savoring each and every part of you, just to stop when you were on the brink of your climax, wanting to hear you beg for it.