The leather is warm from wear, the dark material rough against your sensitive skin. The top of his boot is already shiny with your slick, residual grime and your juices mixing into something filthy, the sight nearly sinful. There are still visible red specs on the soles, streaks of the blood of someone unfortunate enough to get in his way tonight. It doesn't disgust you nearly as much as it should.

You're thrusting back and forth desperately, clit catching just the right angle with every rocking motion forward. There's enough wetness on the leather that it's making every grind squelch, the sound loud and echoing in your ears in the otherwise quiet room. You can feel how slippery the material has become; it makes your whole body feel like you're on fire. Dex is completely silent above you, only his deep, carefully measured breaths audible besides your pleading noises. His intense gaze is locked onto your face as you ride his boot, a mean little smirk stretched across his mouth. If you concentrate long enough you can see the bulge straining against the zipper of his pants, undeniably affected by this just as much as you are.

Still, he has all the control.

"Please!" a high-pitched plea escapes you, rhythm stuttering for a moment. You're already so close; it didn't take much to get you needy and squirming to come. A single glance at him stepping through the door, all covered up in his suit, loaded with weapons and stains of dark blood still drying on him was enough to make you get on your knees in barely contained desperation. He's almost terrifying like this, all lethal precision applied to such an intimate setting, and it makes the burning coil in your stomach stronger. He pretends to consider your begging for a moment, head tilting to the side in a condescending manner, then he finally nudges his boot against your core, signalling you to continue. Your hips pick up right where you left off at his permission, pace frantic and uncoordinated, the only thought left in your head coming all over his leg. It only takes a few more well-aimed thrusts after that and your body is locking up, muscles contracting and shaking with the force of your orgasm.

When your breathing settles into something more regular along with the beating of your heart, you lift your hips from where they've stopped moving against him. The sight left under you makes a broken whimper escape your throat. The black leather is glossy from your release, material glistening almost obscenely even in the low lighting of the room. When you manage to look up at Dex, his dark gaze is still fixed on your face, a single eyebrow cocked not in question, but rather as a command. With a body that's still trembling from the aftershocks, you lean down and tentatively lick along the wetness on his boot, trying to preserve at least some of your dignity. Your resistance doesn't last long: in seconds, you are moaning loudly around the bitter taste, tongue lapping enthusiastically to catch every drop. It's a heady mix, the tangy flavour of blood, the bitter leather and your much sweeter cum; it makes your head feel fuzzy all over again.

Once you're done thoroughly cleaning up your mess, the only smudge left on his shoe is your spit. You sit back down on the floor, shifting uncomfortably against the cold surface, head lifting to hazily blink up at him again. He is looking back at you with pure hunger, smirk still on his face and not any less mean than before.

"On the bed."

Virgin!Dex who's painfully tense, spine straight and shoulders squared when you sit next to him anywhere, replaying a mantra in his head about keeping a respectful distance, how he shouldn't move otherwise your bodies will touch and you might not want that. It's embarrassing, how he can't even sit next to you without his body breaking out in a cold sweat and goosebumps running across his skin. When you're not looking he squirms in place, trying to adjust himself so the hardening bulge in his pants is not obvious

Virgin!Dex who starts trying to learn how to pleasure you, so when you finally have sex he can make you feel good. He watches videos, reads advice on the internet, practices methods that are supposed to work, but at the end of the day he's just soo turned on by the sheer thought of being with you that he spills into his own fist pathetically under minutes, body shaking and tears gathering in his eyes in shame and pleasure

Virgin!Dex who gets hard from the smallest, most casual touches from you. A pat on the back, a hand on his shoulder meant as reassurance, a kiss on his cheek after a nice date — his cheeks are flushing a vivid scarlet, gaze turning away hastily, praying that you don't look down and notice how tight his pants have gotten

Virgin!Dex who's agonizingly turned on every time you do something even remotely suggestive, no matter if it's on purpose or not. When you lightly caress his arm with a teasing smile it's obviously deliberate, but when you're watching a movie together on the couch and you adjust your body, thighs tensing for a moment and hips moving, it's clearly an unconscious, automatic motion. When you eat a popsicle in front of him because it's just too hot outside and you need something cool and sweet, that sticky moisture dripping down onto your hand, tongue darting out to lick at your dirty fingers and the melting base of the ice cream? It's an innocent action, something not even meant to tease him, but Dex is a blushing mess, eyes glassy with an almost devastated look in them, fists clenched by his side, actively trying to hide how affected he is

Virgin!Dex who forgets to breathe the first time he sees you naked. Only a punched-out, stuttered exhale leaves him, a wet patch already on his boxers, the fabric taut against his hard cock. When you say his name in a breathy, lust-filled voice, his dick visibly jumps, a shudder wrecking his whole body

Virgin!Dex who has no idea how to touch you. All the videos and books couldn't have prepared him for this moment, anything he has ever learned flew out the window the second you invited him into your bed. He's fumbling through the motions, unsure where to put his shaking hands, voice high-pitched and cracking, the ability to form proper words gone

He just can't help it; you feel so good on top of him, your pussy warm and tight around his cock, slick dripping down from where you're connected onto his body with every thrust. When you tell him to be quiet, be good, he's nodding obediently, then at the very next movement of your hips he's immediately moaning again. He swears he will behave with glassy eyes — "I will stay silent I promise" — he will be good for you, but every time he sinks into your heat his brain forgets to cooperate with the rest of him. In the end, you always have to stuff his mouth full to stop his constant blabbering and pitiful noises from spilling out. He knows not to bite when you forcefully slide two fingers between his teeth (or you will stop and he doesn't get to cum), so he lets you press down on his tongue and explore his mouth, jaw slack and drool dripping freely from his lips.

Sometimes, even your fingers aren't enough and you have to gag him. While you do have an actual gag (blue, exactly like his favourite color), there are some things that just work better on him — the shirt you wore all day, a belt from your closet, and the most special: your underwear. The sight of your panties alone is enough to make his eyes roll back and saliva gather thickly on his tongue automatically. When you bunch up the fabric in a ball and stuff it into his mouth, the moan he lets out sounds nothing short of euphoric. His whole body shudders and yields under your touch, eyes closing in bliss and throat working around the intrusion to keep swallowing. If there is enough sense in him left, he even starts sucking on the fabric and nearly choking himself in the process, which just makes his cock harder, precum dripping from his slit. He could come from that alone; your eyes on him, whispering filthy things in his ear about how maybe the panties are dirty and you didn't have time to wash them before using them to shut him up, how pathetic he looks gurgling around the fabric, how his cock jumps every time you lightly caress his skin. Tease him long enough, and he starts begging through the gag, low, throaty sounds escaping him and hips jumping erratically up into your touch to get the smallest relief.

Streaks of the sticky white fluid were smeared across the expanse of your palm, a few stray droplets running down on the sides of your hand that you didn't quite manage to catch. It was doing a good job of lessening the friction between your hold and his flushed cock, making the continuous glide easy and smooth. Dex was all teary-eyed under your attention, mouth agape and unable to finish a full sentence, choking on his own moans with every heaving breath.

"Please please please!”

"Hm? What was that?”

A purposeful swipe of your finger over his tip had his strong thighs trembling, a distraught whimper escaping his throat. He was so sensitive after coming once already, pleasure racking up his spine sharp enough that it was bordering on painful. His hips kept jumping erratically every time you made another stroke, as if his body couldn't decide if it wanted more of your touch or was trying to escape the sensations.

"Speak up, baby.”

His mouth opened to answer immediately, obedient as he always was, but you didn't let up and kept the same rhythm going. His head was trashing almost violently against the pillows behind him, and his hands kept twisting the sheets, knuckles going white from the grip he had on the material. You knew he was close again from the way his stomach was contracting, and the feeling of his cock pulsing incessantly in your hand.

"Gonna come for me?”

The teasing tone of your voice had him nodding furiously without a second thought. Dex started thrusting upwards into your hold desperately, even more of those almost pained, high-pitched noises leaving him with every drag over his aching member.

"Come on then, spill into my hand.”

A sharp twist of your wrist was all it took after the command registered in his lust-addled brain, and Dex was suddenly coming again with a strangled sob. You kept your motions steady, pumping him through his second release, not stopping even when he was empty and left weakly twitching in your hold. His whole body was shaking now, the intense pleasure and the overstimulation against his reddened cock simply too much to bear.

"No more, please-”

"You're my good boy, aren't you?”

Your syrupy tone, combined with that specific phrase had him bobbing his head in agreement automatically, even though he was still quivering under you. Always so eager to please, even when he was drained dry and had nothing else left to give. Flattering.

"You can do one more, right Dex?”

"I can't, can't-”

Despite the sobs wrecking his frame and the verbal refusal, his hips kept jerking up into your hand with every stroke.

"Doing so good, always listening to me.”

"I've been good, so good, I did what you asked, please, please-”

With tears streaming freely down his face, Dex kept babbling near incoherently, chasing a release he was not fully aware of anymore. With a firm rub over the underside of his cock, right where you knew he was especially sensitive, his third orgasm tore out of him with a sound that was almost tortured. Only a small amount of watery, nearly clear cum dripped from his slit this time, finally spent completely.

Loosening your grip as the tremors of his body gradually ceased, you eventually stopped touching him entirely, letting his softening member rest against his stomach. Turning your attention to his tear-streaked face instead, you climbed upwards on the bed until you were directly above his line of sight. With your clean hand, you cupped his damp cheek gently and leaned down to press soft kisses against the warm skin.

"Did so well for me. My good boy, you're alright.”

With every soothing word and peck, Dex slowly came back more to himself between long blinks and calming breaths. When you saw his eyes clearly focus on your face after a few minutes, you rewarded him with a proud expression.

"There you are. Took that so well baby.”

"Thank you.”