ok today's adderall dose has me like hyper infatuated and zeroed in on very specific horny hoffstrahm concepts which is cringe as hell but i gotta get it OUT of myself so here goes ๐ฌ
i've been ruminating way too hard on the idea of strahm having an EXTREMELY sensitive throat, nipples/chest, and lower tummy and i can't stop imagining it in my extremely immoral lecherous problematic hoffstrahm AU (the rbt one). mind you strahm (with his tremendous degree of sexual repression) doesn't even know this about himself, until during one of his break-ins into strahm's home hoffman strips him down, ties him up, and proceeds first to attack his throat with tongue and teeth, planting kisses along the straining tendons beneath hot, sweaty skin, kissing and whispering filth into that tender little spot below his ear.
strahm is already too far gone from this attention alone, his shame already ripped, unwillingly, away. even when he feels his desperately hard cock leaking profusely onto his own stomach, self-respect and personal standards have been forced out of him to the point that escape doesn't even enter his mind.. in fact, while this recollection will lead him into acts of self-flagellation once his clarity returns, his own vulnerable physical state simply turns him on even more. for reasons, of course, beyond his understanding.
hoffman moves downwards now, lips stopping just above strahm's navel to plant a kiss on the soft skin. strahm's lower abdomen tightens. hoffman continues further down to ghost his lips along the hairs that lead from bellybutton to cock. strahm's lower body is quivering, any remaining pride replaced with desperate need for hoffman to, please, just go a little bit lower, just the tiniest bit....the cessation of hoffman's ministrations is abrupt.
before strahm can register it hoffman's mouth and hands are on his chest; kissing, sucking, groping and kneading. it's an electric shock to his very core, and for the first time, upon feeling hoffman's fingers and tongue run slowly over his nipples, strahm lets out a full moan. he had no idea about this bodily reaction, about this level of erotic sensitivity. this only encourages hoffman more, gripping, biting, sucking even harder, needing viscerally to hear every filthy, pathetic sound that leaves his "parter's" enticing lips. needing viscerally to feel each squirm and shudder, every desperate attempt to somehow grind against him.
strahm cums, shocked, from these ministrations alone, specifically when hoffman focuses all his lascivious attention on rubbing and sucking his now overly-sensitive nipples. strahm cums with a chorus of different desperate noises escaping his throat- sobbing, begging, moans that dissolve into slutty whines. hoffman wants to capture each one in a bottle.
the tragic moment that comes just minutes later, when his panting and shuddering have ceased, feels like a gunshot to strahm's chest. he jolts violently back into reality. this is the lowest, most painfully humiliated he has ever felt in his life. this returned clarity a place of no return. he feels himself dying. he brings himself, shakily, to look up at hoffman. the man smiles and it's the worst thing strahm has ever seen.
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