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Barbatos is a service dom. He takes pleasure in giving and giving. After all, he is a butler, isn’t he? His life’s goal is to serve and make sure your happiness is prioritized above all. Be it making tea for you, his favourite blend of course, or massaging your bare shoulders after a particularly exhausting day, he’s always there for you when you call out his name. Even better if you’re moaning it in bed. His preference is to be on top of you and hold your hips down, keeping your legs open with his gradient deep seafoam coloured tail. He’ll tell you in hushed whispers that you just need him to get your mind off your troubles, and with a few thrusts of his ribbed cock inside you, your mind is already blanking.

Barbatos has a ribbed cock. Bet. The colour of his skin blends into a blue-green as it reaches the tip of his cock. Ridges in ring like formations around his dick, and it makes you drool whenever you watch it twitch and come to life when he takes off his clothes.

Barbatos loves your hands. Whether he’s holding them during your walks around campus, or pinning them against the pillows above your head, he just needs to hold them, occasionally pressing kisses and nibbles to your wrists. It drives him crazy when you pull his hair and drag him into a kiss to conceal your moans, pretty nails scratching down his toned back. And he knows that the love for hands is very much mutual, given how you start squirming when his fingers graze over your lips and down your body, plunging into your pussy or running in an oscillating motion on your clit. It feeds his ego how easily you can cum on his fingers.

Barbatos loves kissing frosting off your lips. As usual, when you’re giving him company while he’s waiting for his pastries to bake, he sees your naughty self dipping your fingers in the array of flavoured frosting across the counter. He can't help but smile when you hum at how delicious they are, walking towards you to help clean off your lips. “Allow me, My Lady.” And his mouth is on yours, fingers tilting your chin as he deepens the kiss. His tongue runs over your sweetened lips, tasting his own creation, but that’s not the flavour he craves. Your pants are down to your ankles, your body wedged between the cool metal surface and his cock grinding into you slowly, as his forked tongue dominates your mouth with deep strokes. Whimper and gasp all you want, he’s not leaving until the flavour of you envelopes his immortal being…and the timer of the oven goes off.

It is during the late nights working over pages and pages of estate affairs that Ayato is disturbed by you, his dear lover who is craving for some attention. Your pouty plump lips and twiddling fingers are so persuasive that he gives you a warm smile and invites you to sit with him…er…on him, yes, that sounds more delightful. He too requires a break from all his work now.

His fingers seek out the hem of your silk robes, spreading your bare knees over his thighs and catching a whiff of your scent. “Is my Beloved that greedy tonight?” his lips trace your burning ear as he reaches behind his back for a little present for your pretty body. Ayato was a cheeky and foxy man, known for how playful and teasing he can be, especially when it comes to you.

He gently prods the tip of the vibrator at your entrance, holding your body tight as you start to hiccup and squirm at the sudden stimulation of the awakened toy. A finger cupping your cunt and resting on your clit while his other hand flicks up and down the remote in his pocket, he has you wrapped around his finger. In spite of how he claimed to be pleasing you, pushing the toy deeper and turning up the intensity till your body shook with each stroke of the rubber against your walls, he’d always stop right when you claimed to be reaching your climax.

“Cumming…close…so close…Ayato!”

“Oh no, not yet, Darling. Hold on a little longer, for me?” His coos in your ear and the halted buzzing of the toy pulled you back from the cliff of ecstasy. Obediently, you bite your lip and grind your hip down on his lap for even the slightest friction, feeling him encase your waist to keep you from moving too much.

He wanted your pleasure to lie completely within his grasp, so you better make all those adorable moans and mewls begging him to touch you some more and to aid you to euphoria. Ayato has that all too well known smirk on his face.

“We’re going to keep this up all. Night. Long.”

It’s so cute how his cheeks blush pink, matching that streak of rose in his messy blonde hair. Lyney’s eyes and hands rake over the expanse of your naked body, watching your skin ripple with every bounce on his cock. You can see the absolutely fucked out expression on his face as he lays beneath you, mouth agape as he clutches your hips to slow your grinding; slow down the loud plaps of your colliding bodies. His nails digs into your skin, lips murmuring praise for how well you’re treating him and how you really, really need to slow down before he…

“Nuh-uh. Hands down there, sweetheart. Let me do what I do best.” There’s slight malice and pride in the way you giggle and bring his hands away from your waist and down on the pillow, leaning your body at a delicious angle that stimulates his cock in such a way that makes his legs twitch in pleasure. You can feel him prod the deepest parts of your sex, and you took pleasure in his gaping mouth as you used him to feel good. “What? Cat got your tongue?” You slide your fingers over the delicate veins travelling down his arms, licking his lips in anticipation of a sweet kiss from him.

But all that greets your lips is a wisp of a breathy chuckle from his, his lavender eyes glinting with something…different. “You should know better than to take your eyes off a magician’s hands, sweetheart.” And that’s when time stopped. His arms snaked around your waist as he twists his body and throws you against the bed, under his dominance. You could barely utter a squeak of shock before a moan rippled through his chest, taking you by surprise when he lifts your leg over his shoulder, bottoming into you to completely sheath his cock into your wet cunt once again.

“I know you love being on top, but you know what I love?” There’s a boyish charm in his words as he licks your ankle. He smirks, pressing your knee into your chest and rolling his hips against yours, hearing you whimper out his name with a pout on your lips. “Ah yes. That adorable expression you make when I take control. It turns me on, so much.” The squelching if his cock moving in and out of your tight hole makes your mind all fuzzy as you can feel your nearing climax, feel the way he’s humping into you to reach his own high…

Sex has become such a game for the two of you, fighting to be on top and take control, where some nights end with you fucking him silly, most nights come to a conclusion with him thrusting his hot cum back into you and watch you drool from how good he makes your feel. You don’t mind losing to him if it’s like that ehe

The way it started with his fingers tracing your inner thighs to tease you, sending shivers running up your spine. He’d just hover his palm right above your cunt, barely cupping your heat before drawing away, smiling at you with those cheeky lips that you begged to have on your pussy. How you beg and whimper for him to touch you, but all whispers into your ear, “I have to prepare you for the main show! It’s the anticipation that makes the trick worth witnessing.” He holds your waist and pushes you down on the bed, spreading your legs with a simple nudge. 

“That’s it, Bunny. Oh, aren’t you doing just splendidly?” He chuckles at your choked moans as your nails dig deep into the skin of his arm, as if trying to hold his back from the way he thrusts his fingers into you. It was like a personal magic show he had put on for you, using your body like his dearest prop. 

He pulled his hand away to lick his fingers, moaning at the taste of your juices before running his wet fingers over folds, pushing in delicately. As they went in deeper, he spread his fingers, scissoring and pushing against all your favourite spots till you squirmed under his touch, head thrown back as you screamed out his name. It felt strange, yet pleasurable, how he curled his fingers against your g-spot, thrumming reassuring beats to your inner thigh with his spare hand. 

“I’ve been playing with you for so long and still you refuse to loosen. Am I going to have to bring you to orgasm before you’re ready to take my dick?” His dirty words make you want to blush and look to the side, but your eyes are glued to his periwinkle ones, watching his face near your hot sex-

“Ahhhh Lyney!” Your eyes screwed shut and you jolted forward, gripping his blonde hair tightly when he wrapped his lips around your clit, creating delicious suction. His fingers pushed knuckles deep into you, in and out with the rhythm of his tongue swirling around your bud of sensitive nerves. Oh, how he abused your pussy, lapping up your leaking arousal while stirring his digits further into you, filling the room with the most vulgar squelching noises. 

“Gonna cum….gonna…cum” Your body burned with desire, instinctively bucking into his mouth and fingers as he explored parts of you that you could only imagine. He groaned as your grip on his hair tightened, teeth grazing your clit and fingers pressing that one pulsating spot in you… “Cum for me. Cum on my tongue.” And you did, body quaking as you released all over his hand, positively soaking his forearm. 

And as you fall back into the sheets of your bed, you feel him continue to lick your folds, not stopping regardless of your frantic cries and attempts to push him away. “Hey, come on, I know you have more to give me. Give me more…” He laughed and kissed your thigh, eyes lidded as he drew another orgasm out of you…and another…and another…feeling your flavour overload his senses.