#nsfc

Intimacy with Kevin is very direct. You always know when it’s coming, and your breath always catches in your throat. He signals it with a lot of physical contact: the back of his hand ghosting your neck, collarbone, any sliver of skin. Kevin isn’t a stranger to desire, though they’re usually more darker and violent things, he doesn’t require sexual desire.

It makes him feel something. Like he’s alive. Physically, but during such times with you even emotionally. This doesn’t stop him from seeming like a ghost outside of his own body, but don’t be alarmed, he doesn’t disassociate. He’s entirely focused.

Your expression is forever etched in his lids, and unnervingly, he doesn’t close his eyes. His ministrations are borderline cruel, always. His fingers will chase, mouth following, and weight pressed against your own in an attempt to enmesh you to him, like an unbreakable chain. It’s possessive, and oftentimes enough to make you feel as though he wants to eat you whole.

It’s intense as well, and in his head he knows that you’d never go to anyone else for sex. Not when he can drive you to tears. That’s another thing he won’t admit.

He’s very much so into dacryphilia and degradation. Tears have always fascinated him, in or outside the bedroom. He can’t cry. He hadn’t since he was a child, but you, you cry so easily. You can cry like breathing. What else can make you cry?

Whether seamless pleasure or his biting tongue, he likes seeing you broken down. Something about the messiness, your pathetic shaking, he can’t stop himself from enjoying it. It’s a heaviness in his chest that buzzes, tingling to the rest of his body — it’s entirely sadistic.

“You’re squirming like some bug. Does this seriously get you off?”

“Have some decency. You’re so fucking loud, it’s grating.”

“If you can’t use your words, I’m stopping. Why can’t you speak? Are you dumb?”

Don’t think that crying will get you any leniency, though. If anything he’s meaner. It’d be worse if you tried not to cry or make a sound, and Kevin hates the idea of you hiding away from him.

He wants you completely bare in front of him. Emotionally and otherwise, and if you bite your lip to stop noises he’ll be downright brutal. Too much, too quick, too anything. He needs that reaction. Surprisingly, he’ll listen oftentimes, but if you’re willing he’ll pick apart your body to put you back together.

He’ll test the limits of what you can handle. He’s a fast learner as well, and so pace-setting, mouth movements, it’s all like flowing water to him. He knows what ticks you off, and he finds new things each time. A hand lightly on your neck, a flash of fear, a squeeze.

Kevin may unnerve you occasionally, but that underlying fear is something he plays with. When he realizes it can get you off, he makes you regret ever showing him that you like it sometimes. He may introduce other things that require your trust like that if the situation arises naturally, and yet he’ll make it seem like your idea.

“You’re sick, you know that?”

It amuses him to no end, and any shame you may feel will be unabashedly teased and probed at by him. You’re into something like that? Do you hear what your mouth is saying? You’re filthy. Despite him doing worse and saying worse, he can somehow make himself seem cleansed of this. He’ll always seem above his own dirtiness he’s partaking in.

Your pleasure is still a lesser priority than his whims despite this though, and his all-encompassing desire is to break you. If he can’t do it through violence, through his anger, he can morph this sickening feeling into something else. He can safely make you cry without driving you away.

Somehow though, this desire can still be unexplored to him. It’s all an act of trust to him. You trust him bare, crevices and dips for him to sink his fingers and teeth into, and he trusts you (if it can be called that) to touch him.

He might clench his jaw if you brush your teeth against his neck and ear, and you’d know immediately it’s a sensitive area for him. He likes his hair messed with, tugged maybe, but too harshly and he’ll bite you harder. His desire is something deeply-seated and only unveiled in these moments to you, just as his true nature is closed off to those around him.

Kevin is a sight above you. Sweat ghosting his forehead, dark locks beautifully blanketing your own face — it’s entrancing. He’ll allow you to hug him close in these moments before you finish, despite the obsessive need to watch your every facial twitch, if only because he’s just as ruined and out of it.

{Suck/eat up}

● [if male]: his tongue would be raped around your d. If you grab his head and de//throat him. That's a bonus for later. *What I mean is that Pitaya might get you back. But he'll just let you do that if he really likes it*

● [if female]: his tongue is pretty much inside you. *I just imagine that it's long enough to be there* he loves your flavor and will get his tongue deep inside you.

● [other side]: his d may have a few spikes *because an actual pitaya has that* but it won't hurt ig. But it will if Pitaya f/cks your mouth fast. So you may need to get used to that. But don't worry, it won't cut you. *I think*

{F/cks}

● Pitaya will be slow at first as he gets his d inside you. And when he does, he won't go too hard. But soon then, he'll f/ck you harder. *yet again, get used to it*

●if you get used to it and ask him to fuck you. He'll make sure you love it no matter what.

{Location}

● obviously somewhere private. he's not too risky to get caught. *maybe he'll take you to a cave to*