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Your relationship was in its early stages but you didn't have any problems stripping naked in front of him and displaying all the interesting parts of yourself. You share similarities with your brother Dorian, in the sense that you're able to alter your own body. Instead of mimicking others, you treat your ability as a tool.

If you need to carry something exceptionally heavy, you’ll increase your muscles to do so without straining yourself. You can't stay like that forever though. It puts too much of a strain on you after a while since your body wasn't made to be that large.

However, you can make simple or small changes to your body that last as long as you want it to. If you had the desire, you could permanently make yourself beefier by slowly increasing your muscle size day by day. It takes a lot of dedication and effort though. Depending on what you're altering and how, it also requires energy. You usually revert to the way your body is normally so that you're not constantly draining yourself. That's Varka’s job, obviously.

You can do pretty much anything your imagination can come up with and what your body can handle. This obviously includes your genitalia. When Varka heard that, he immediately sat up in his chair and listened even more intently. You could tell that he was starting to get turned on from watching you so you showed off all the different ways you can alter your dick. You were planning to show him anyway.

Two of the permanent changes you made to yourself were done with Albedo's help. He gave you top surgery and even created a formula that mimics testosterone, since the actual hormone doesn't affect your body. That allows you to feel comfortable in your body without having to use your power. Which in turn, lets you allocate more energy into other things. Such as, having fun with your body and with Varka.

You and Varka get along well for a reason, you're both perverts. As someone who prefers not to fight, most of your time and effort goes into your perverted desires. Which means that you already had a lot of different forms ready for Varka to choose from and play with. After that night, you’ve been taking requests from him to alter your body in even more perverted ways.

“Long day?” You look at Varka as he steps into the kitchen. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood. “I’m still preparing the food, but–”

“I’m not hungry.” Varka grabs your arm and drags you into your shared bedroom. “Lay down.” He starts removing his clothes. You lay down on the bed for him and wait patiently.

He carefully seats his pussy on your face so you can stick your tongue inside him while he rolls his hips. Varka is much larger than you, you’re just his delicate househusband, but you never complain or tap out for air when he does this. Your job is to take care of him so you happily do whatever he wants you to. “That's it, baby.” He groans in pleasure. Your cock twitches joyously in response. He arches his back. “Oh, fuck–” He grabs the headboard as your tongue grows larger and mimics an octopus tentacle.

He moves his hips more energetically, moving one of his hands down to touch his t-cock. He arches his back and squirts on your face. Your tongue returns to normal as you clean him up with it.

“Mmh- that's enough. Spread your legs.” Varka moves his body down and kneels in between your legs. Most days, like now, you only wear underwear and an apron. It makes it easier for him to relieve all the stress he gets from his job. Just seeing you greet him while dressed like this makes him feel better. You scoot up in the bed to sit upright then move your apron up while he pulls your boxers off.

“Four.” He says, referring to your fourth version of your dick. He licks his lips as your shape shifts to suit his desire. It's the size of Varka’s thigh.

He lifts his body then lowers himself down. He moves his hands to grab your shoulders as his body makes room for you. Seeing the bulge growing in his stomach makes you come. He laughs with the usual bass in his voice. “You're so sensitive, sweetheart.” He sinks further down. “Do you like seeing my pussy swallow your cock that much?”

He knows you do. “Can I touch you, daddy?”

Varka guides your hands to his body. You run your thumb down his hairy stomach and gently press on the growing bulge. You’ll never get sick of seeing him like this. His body is working so hard to fit you and he's enjoying every bit of it. The pain is what makes it feel so good for him. “Just a little further, baby.” He groans. Anyone else would take that as him saying that he's getting further down your cock but you know he's referring to your hand. You move it down to touch his cock. “Mhm~ good boy.” He bites down on his lip and comes.

You throw your head back and moan at the feeling of his tight walls squeezing you. “How far do you think I can go this time?” Varka looks down at your length, many inches away from being fully inside.

“I think you can go all the way.”

“Yeah? Let's find out then.” He grabs your shoulders again and readies himself for impact. You’ve already tested this before but with a much thinner and slightly shorter size, so you know it's possible. He usually just uses his upper body strength to ride you somewhat halfway but the two of you have been talking about it for a long time. “Ready?” He grins.

“Ready.” You can't get over how sexy he is, especially now. His broad chest is towering over you, giving you a good angle of his hairy chest, and his expression is so unbelievably hot. He's determined to get you inside his womb.

Varka’s grin wavers as he roughly thrusts himself downwards. He does it again and moans. “Almost there~” He bites down on his lip and does it once more, successfully getting you fully inside him. His eyes roll back as he squirts and as you come inside of him again. “Fuck–” He shudders as your hands move to gently grope his firm chest. You press loving kisses along the areas you can reach. He rolls his hips. “Yes– suck it-”

You suck on his nipple dutifully while the pads of your fingers become the same texture as your tongue so that his other nipple gets the love it deserves too. Varka makes short bounces to slowly work up to proper ones. He praises you repeatedly under his breath. “You’re so fucking deep–” He straightens his torso. His confident grin reappears as he observes your aroused expression. “Think you can last one more round?”

“I can last as long as you want me to.” You may not be a knight but you’ve fucked Varka enough times to build up a very good amount of stamina. It's the best workout routine. It's also a lot easier for you since you aren't human.

His deep laugh makes you shudder. “Oh yeah? And what if you can't?”

“You can decide for me.” You smile, noticing how much more turned on he is.

“That's right, I control you.” He leans in to kiss and suck on your neck. “You're always so good for me.” His breath against your ear always feels strangely good. He pulls away and grabs your shoulders again, bouncing on your cock properly this time.

“Daddy–” You clench your fists. “I’m close.”

Varka grabs your wrists and places them on his body, allowing you to squeeze him instead. “Me too, baby.” His movements slow down to reflect that. They're less energetic but much more sensual. His light huffs and his “almost there” expression is far too sexy to be legal.

You come first and he follows soon after. He stops and brings you into a kiss. It's wet, sloppy, and hot.

He pulls away and stares at your dazed expression with a small smirk on his face. “One more time?”

“Mhm– whatever you want.”

“Fuck me.” He orders. His command completely reinvigorates you. Without missing a beat, you flip him over onto his back. “You're all fired up now.” His grin is immediately wiped off his face as you roughly rut into him.

“Is it okay?” You're still looking for approval. It's not like it's your first time fucking him like this, he loves when you fuck him hard enough to knock him out after a rough day, but you’re worried you’ll overwhelm him since he's already been expending so much energy tonight.

“Of course–” He’s moaning too much to talk now. “Like u– usual–”

“Like usual” means he wants you to be his sleeping pill for the night.

“You have a meeting tomorrow afternoon, though.” Your concern is heavily contrasting your actions.

Varka’s laugh comes out more like a breathy moan. “You'll take– uh~ care of it f’me, mmh~?”

No one understands why you step in for Varka when he can't make it to meetings but they don't question it. Even though you only get a brief rundown before going in, causing you to be mostly out of the loop with the conversation. It's not your fault that housekeeping and taking care of Varka is your top priority but nobody actually knows that or really all that much about you in general. Nefer’s the only one who somewhat understands, solely based on how the two of you interact.

You just hope that whatever the meeting is for, it won't be anything too important. Varka needs his rest and you’ll need to get home as soon as possible to care for him.

“I will.” You raise his thighs in the air.

“C’mon~” He bites down on his lip, grinning. He already knows what you're going to do. You push his legs down on either side to put him in a mating press. “Gonna breed me~?”

“You don't even have to ask.” You lean onto his shoulder. “I’ll make sure you stay full.” Your voice is dripping with both lust and love.

Varka’s body twitches like a demon was exorcised from his body as he squirts again. “Fuck yes~!” He wraps his arms around your torso. “Make sure I can't walk tomorrow.”

You come inside of him, excited by his words. You're not sure you’ll be able to attend the meeting either if he wants you to fuck him that hard. You pause. “And if I can't go to the meeting?”

He bucks his hips in desperation for more. “Don't worry about it.” He smiles. “Just be a good boy and fuck me with all the energy you have, okay?”

once you get to that stage, varka loves rewarding you for it by blowing you as if his life depends on it. he’ll love to smell your musk right after training as he sucks your tdick (will most likely make some comment about you having a nice manly smell). doesn’t matter how big you currently are, he’ll suck your cock as if it’s the biggest he’s ever taken. straight up bobbing his head on it and moaning if you fuck it deeper into his mouth.

he would only want you to top him id imagine. i mean you’re truly a man now so “why wouldn’t you?” is how he justifies it. doesn’t matter how you do it: with your fingers, mouth, toy, or whatever prosthetic/strap you can find. even if you don’t have enough confidence or experience as a top, it doesn’t even matter. he’s in control anyway so he’ll happily guide you through it and that’s usually by pinning you down and taking what he wants. whether that be by sitting on your face or riding you until he’s fully satisfied. afterwards he’ll sweet talk to you about how strong you’ve been getting and how you’re getting better at fucking him every time.

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It took less than three minutes to arrive back at your place. A heavy hand gripping the length of your upper thigh was preventing you from taking in your surroundings fully. The car rolled to a stop, easing and turning off almost instantly. You turn your head, meaning to unbuckle yourself, when Leon’s hand reaches out to catch the side of your face. He’s caressing your cheek like one would a delicate gift.

Then, he turns your face slowly towards him. Your eyes meet.

A line connecting you and suspending your attention. His irises seem to let off a glimmer as he leans in, the rough edges of his fingertips digging slightly harder, pulling you into a kiss.

It’s lovely and sweet. You lean into it instantly. Deciding you want to cup his face too, your hand reaches out and slides across the center console. Your fingers hit the edge of his shoulder as your mouth opens ever so slightly. You hear his breath hitch as your digits reach the ridge of his jaw.

It’s so easy to hold him here, like this, even in such a tight space. Kissing him feels natural and blissful. His face is rough, a layer of stubble grazing your fingers as you grip against his neck. You’re pushing yourself deeper into the kiss, for some reason, really letting yourself feel the warmth of his skin.

Leon let out a soft sigh and you feel his shoulders brace slightly before loosening entirely. You lean your head towards the right, letting yourself breathe, and then returning to his mouth for another deep kiss. His tongue swirls your thoughts around like warm soup. It’s hard to think beyond the sensation of his lips on yours.

A click. Then another. The length of your seatbelt slid up your neck and you break off the kiss just enough to pull it off yourself. The pressure in this car is seeming to build. He’s wrapped his hand around your waist, holding you close. Leon releases his lips from yours to trail a line down your neck, his nose burying itself in the crevice. You twist yourself to allow it. The air is getting heavier in here. You break away to breath and Leon uses the opportunity to open his door with his stray hand. A second click. You’re opening your side, just as he had. Leon looks over you, directly hitting you with that glint of desire, before pushing his door open and leaning out. You push your door open and mimic him, breathless.

You turn to face the interior and grab whatever you’d left inside it, shutting the door with a light slam. It echoes out into the street.

The blue street lamp illuminates your porch. In a way, it felt like an embrace.

Leon’s footsteps arc their way over towards you, a hand outreached.

It’s impossible for you to really comprehend in this moment why exactly you’re allowing this Leon Kennedy back into your home. An even bigger mystery lie in why he seemed so eager to invite himself back inside. You take hold of his hand, fingers cradling his. Tangled. When you meet his gaze again, Leon’s eyes are brimming, a clear appetite not yet sated by dinner.

“I really can’t get enough of you,” He draws you in close to his chest, voice low. It makes your back shiver. You’re stuck admiring his features; the way his forehead wrinkles crease at his eyebrows, the way Leon’s eye bags drooped low under heavy lidded blue-grey eyes. They seemed to take on it’s own shine in this light.

Your hand reaches out to stroke the edge of his chin, allowing yourself to enjoy the roughness of his face. It felt weird, to want someone you barely knew so badly. Your breath stuttered when Leon’s head tilted into your touch. His eyebrows raised innocently. His fingers drifted towards the small of your back.

Your fingers lifted into his hair, moving to tangle upwards onto his scalp. Fluffy and soft.

The touch was calm, muted against the dead of the night.

God, he was just so pretty. You want him. He brought you back here and you want him. So badly. You called out to him, not really knowing what you’d do once you got inside.

“Let me have you again, Leon. Tonight.”

Your voice was a rumble in your throat. It felt like a puddle of lust was bubbling up from its submerged place in your chest. Your eyes flicked back and forth between his for a second, Leon’s hesitation but a blip in his motion to tighten his grip on the small of your back. The kiss he enveloped you in was hot, chaotic. The sensation of being wanted so fervently engulfed you completely. You were making out with him in the middle of the street, not realising how long time had passed, until your knees swayed like buoys in the ocean waves. The excessive load bearing down on you from the passion that was building between you was making it hard to breathe.

It was so hard to believe that a man so attractive could want to keep going. You forced you lips away from his, an atom’s length away, just to breathe. Just, breathe.

Was it really enough, having all of this thrown onto him like this? You wanted to push the thoughts out of your mind, for now, but they just kept settling back in. Was the date good enough? Were you an idiot, being fooled into another steamy encounter for the sake of it? The thought of it made you want to pull away and shrink.

Leon’s breath was hot on your chin. Your hands were roaming around his back before you could really think. You just wanted to touch him. His fingers tugged at the edge of your shirt. Your eyes stirred open. Leon’s voice was a whisper against your lips when he spoke.

“We should, uh…” He kissed your lips and pulled further away. The implication was heavy in his words. You’re glancing towards your door, allowing the weight on your body to settle towards him as you do so.

It’s you who takes the lead towards your apartment.

When you motion to unlock the door, retrieving your keys from your pocket as you do so, Leon is shuffling his weight behind you. He’s rubbing his forefinger with the pad of his thumb in a circling motion. There’s something nervous in his motions that even he can’t really register.

The door unlatches with a gentle sway. Once again, you stand at a threshold between warmth and sleeping alone.

You want to overthink this entire process, even now. Your eyes scan for the light switch. It was easier to let go of these raising inhibitions when you were leaving the place but now that you were here, again, with the same man as before… The lights blink on and your place is cast in a warm glow. Your nose flares as you take a deep breath.

Leon is standing in the door way still. When you turn to look at him, the both of you seem to share a look that speaks deeper than any words prior to this point.

Despite the clear attraction, there’s something deeper underneath all of this.

Both of you seem to sense it, latch on to it like a kite string that had been previously out of reach.

“You can come inside, you know.”

Leon’s face washed and cycled between embarrassment, shock, and relief. He shuffled on his feet slightly before walking in, grasping the door handle and closing it behind him. His body movements were controlled, deliberate.

It was adorable to watch.

“I …” Leon’s voice trailed low. His fingers fell from the handle and came to rest gently at his side. He turned his body towards you, eyes hooded.

“I know that last time we went pretty fast.”

When Leon is nervous, you notice, he shifts the weight on his feet and moves his fingers idly.

You nod a little. He wasn’t wrong. Nor were you necessarily opposed to going the same pace once more. His hesitation was palpable. It was starting to inadvertently confirm the rustling anxieties that desired to bubble forth.

Was this it?

It was within his right to.

Leon takes a deep inhale through his nose and lets it ease back out slowly. It’s nerve-wracking, seeing him take his time at such a moment. Were *you* too closed off? Too forward with everything? With how silent he was right now and his expression nearly unreadable, it was difficult to know what he was thinking.

It wasn’t like you knew enough about each other to form a deep bond, you’re rationalising. If he left now, the stakes would be low, sure. You could go your separate ways. Grace would have to lament over her failed matchmaking attempt. These thoughts swarm you simultaneously.

You don’t want Leon to leave.

Despite your nervousness, you close the space between you and Leon.

“I don’t really think I mind,” Your fingers come to rest at the top of his rib cage, right under the collarbone. You hope he doesn’t take too much notice to the way your voice shakes.

“We can stop, if you want to.” You don’t want to push him, either. At all. Leon’s expression softens as your eyes meet. Leon’s lips look so kissable right now.

“It’s not that.” His hands reach out, spreading across your hips like a flat knife. Thumbs plane the edges of your hip bones. He shakes his head.

“I just…” The way that Leon is struggling to find his words right now is cute. When he pulls your body close like this, it makes your heart flutter. At the same time, the amount of nerves he was tangled inside kept you from fully leaning into the touch.

Leon shakes his head. Tucks it into the crevice of your neck and just breathes. Grounding himself in you and your stance. When he leans his head up to meet your gaze again, there’s warmth in his eye contact.

“When I thought about going on this date, with you, my mind was all over the place.”

One of your thumbs make idle circles from it’s place on his body. The fabric is soft under your digits. You’re blinking, waiting politely for him to continue. The nonverbal signal reaches him. He leans into your touch as he opens his mouth to elaborate.

“I wasn’t overthinking too much, just… I can’t get enough of you and-” He laughs a bit to himself. Whatever Leon wants to admit to you doesn’t come easy.

“I probably sound like such an idiot right now.” He’s shaking his head, a smirk rising on his lips. He’s continuing before you can interrupt him with reassurance.

“You make me want to be vulnerable with you. Does that make sense?”

You’re letting his confession land. Wanting to be vulnerable?

“In a way.” Your voice tilts upwards towards the end.

“You’ll have to be more specific with me, though.” You laugh a little as you say this.

“There’s not an easy way to say it.” Leon dropped one of his hands to his sides.

“I don’t stick around in relationships of any kind because my partners tend to expect me to be in control, all of the time.” He pauses.

“When I’m with you, I don’t feel like I need to *do* everything all of the time. I can focus on the moment.”

You’re breaking eye contact.

In many ways that didn’t make you very different from each other. It scared you. *What was he picking up on?*

The words come to you before it really settles in your head and spill forth.

“I feel like I’m on even ground when I’m with you.”

Your eyes meet once more.

“Like everything I say matters.”

You don’t really register that he’s pulled you in for a deep, low kiss—Leon’s weight helps balance you against him almost perfectly. You moan into his mouth involuntarily, shocks hammering out against your body. Your hands started to grasp at his biceps, your leg sliding in between his. Your knee feels for his bulge, tangibly feeling the hard length under fabric as you nudge yourself closer.

He’s stiff as hell. It’s attractive. You’re brushing deeper into him without really thinking about it, relishing the sensation of his body heat against yours. Your tongue opens up his mouth a bit more forcefully than you intended, a hand of yours coming to cup Leon’s jaw. He’s weakening into your touch like melting chocolate in the burning summer. He tastes like *him.* It’s sending electric signals straight to your groin, heightening your arousal. It was hard to hold back how much you wanted him. It was so difficult to slow down. A gentle sound released from the both of you as you pulled back for air.

“I want you inside of me,” Leon admits through heavy pants.

The request, sexy as it is, takes you off guard. The first thing you think of is the fact that you owned a pack and play. Bought ages ago in the time where you thought topping in a relationship was possible, it sat completely unused in your bedroom. It wasn’t exactly something you liked thinking about using as it was still hard to detach from the dysphoria surrounding it all. You’re looking at him for a moment.

“I have a pack and play harness, but…”

There’s some nervousness in your tone that Leon can sense. He pulls back further. You want to stop him but choose to respect the distance he creates in this hallway. You’ve barely moved away from the front door.

“We don’t have to do what I want to do. It’s fine.” When Leon creates this space between you, something in your heart starts to ache. The distance just physically hurts.

“It’s not that…” You were trailing off, finding it difficult to find the right words to describe what you were feeling right now. Would Leon really even understand?

The man in front of you presses his lips together firmly, his brow setting deep on his forehead. It’s like he’s thinking of a solution for a puzzle he barely has any pieces to. He looks around the room for a moment, settling behind you towards the living room.

“Maybe we should go sit down. Talk for a little bit with me.” He cocks his head to the side like a cute dog.

“We don’t have to keep everything bottled up from each other.”

A shaky part of you knew that it could be beneficial to open up to him. Leon’s dark blonde hair fell in front of his face as he corrected his head tilt. He looked away from you, then back. A deep knowing that he was being earnest with you made a sense of ease wash over you.

If someone had asked you to explain how it felt to trust Leon in this moment, you wouldn’t know where to start. It was the way that he carried himself in a room full of strangers, using jokes to diffuse any tension or awkwardness. He could make you feel so safe with just a simple glance. Even now, in the warmth of your apartment. Leon was looking at you so patiently, as if nothing you could do would begin to annoy or bother him.

A sigh. You press your body up against his, wrapping your arms around his wide chest. You take a deep breath and feel Leon relax into your embrace wordlessly.

It was easier somehow, the last time the two of you had been overtaken by each other’s attraction, to fall into the rhythm and have fun. You didn’t need to think, too much. You’re breathing into his muscles and rib cage, resisting the urge to bury your nose deep into him. His touch is welcoming. Your thoughts are swarming the way flies do over an interesting meal. It’s not like you didn’t want him in this way.

You’re leaning away from him, a hand drifting down to meet one of his. You pull him into your living room, motioning for him to take a seat next to you on the couch.

It was hard to explain. The grey cushions give way as both of you sit, close enough to feel his knees touch yours. It takes you a second before you’ve found some of the words needed to describe how you were feeling. The concerned look Leon was giving was sincere, his aged features soft as you face him.

“It’s just hard to imagine myself being a real man if I have to use a piece of silicone in order to penetrate any of my partners. It’s been hard for me to deal with that,”

Your voice is trailing off and fading out as the courage to look Leon in the face while you tell him this falters. It’s not easy to admit to anyone, let alone yourself. Being unable to experience the full range of attraction— in the ways your body desires to respond to it, at least— makes you feel like a failed human.

Leon leans forward, his left hand reaching out to hold onto your kneecap. You didn’t realise you were holding your breath till his thumb rubbed gentle circles over the fabric of your pants.

Part of the reason this was so difficult was because of how attracted to him you were. His gentle reassurance was enough to let you continue- your heart surging for connection. You look back up at him, taking in his features for a moment. His angular cheekbones and brows were no different than slopes on mountains, smoothed with age and tenderness. His eyes opened up to you as you really settled into his fixated gaze.

“I want to be the one to top others, though. It’s complicated…”

You let out a grunting sigh. Your hands are wringing in your lap. It was frustrating, not only because this steamy night was seemingly coming to a grinding halt but also because you were opening up so freely to Leon about this internal struggle of yours. You didn’t think you’d be able to tell any potential partner about this.

There’s a slight, imperceivable pause before opens his mouth in reply.

“I don’t think that any of that makes you less of a man.”

In a way, you’re stunned. Equally, you want to laugh. Of course, someone who was trying to get into bed with you would say something like that. You’re digging into him in your head, daring to call him out on what may as well be “chaser line number 345”. But you were seeing him blink back at you so innocently—the way a puppy would to his you-could-do-no-wrong-in-my-eyes owner.

I don’t think that any of that makes you less of a man.

You want to believe him, really. A pit in your stomach forms, the familiar dread of dysphoria coming in like a tidal wave. You really do want to believe him. You can envision it- Leon giving you lusty looks through sagging eyes, broken moans ringing in your ears as your hips slam together while his throbbing cock bobs between the two of you. It’s something that you know you want, despite it all. Even when you weren’t trying to think about Leon, your mind was orbiting back to him constantly.

The gentle circles on your knee falters with a squeeze. Leon’s fingers tremble slightly, a pregnant pause hanging in the air. His hand falls away from you.

“You’re not less of a man to me at all. Even now.”

Leon’s voice was just above a whisper. You want to melt into him and let go. Let the anxiety just fall away for a moment. That it couldn’t be that simple was starting to ache. Your mind was heavy, fuzzier than it had ever been since you’d met this man sitting so closely in front of you. When it came to past partners, it was easy to deny the pushy ones, deny the ones who couldn’t wrap their minds around bottom dysphoria, even just plain people you wanted to top you’d deny simply because you couldn’t move beyond your barriers.

You’re searching for an easy way to remove yourself from this and can’t.

You could just say no. So why did you want to be with him in this way so fucking badly?

He’s not pushing you whatsoever, just simply reassuring you, as you were, and holding space for you. No, instead, you realise, everything he said, every movement he made— it made you want to top him even more. It was confusing. You were seriously considering trying this out for the first time. Your heart was pounding deep in your chest cavity like a war drum.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being underneath you since we met, actually.”

When Leon’s words hits you, timbre low enough to mimic the sound of water hitting rocks in a babbling brook— it charms you towards his lips before you could overthink. Your arms wrap around him, crashing your weight to the side and into him. He moans, shoulders softening around your grasp as your hands start to roam.

Your coursing your fingers through his shirt folds, underneath to hot skin. It’s tough muscle, almost everywhere except near his lovely hips, you find.

Leon decides to take the lead in the kiss as he allows your touch, opening your mouth up with his. His wet tongue hits yours fervently, twining in your mouths. To someone looking from the outside, it was certainly desperate and hot. His fingers come to lock on your neck and jaw, grasping your face in his large hands.

You release a moan into his lips. Both of you pull away, just enough to breathe, and magnetize towards each other almost as quickly as you’d parted. Your body was getting hotter, heavier as the blood began to pool towards your groin.

Your mouth releases from his once more, air required for the both of you again. Leon’s lips are swollen and puffy from your assault. His eyes heavy with desire and wholly focused on you. You just want to capture the moment, preserve his expression like a taxidermy monarch. The thought that he could look more ruined underneath you, that Leon wanted you more than this… You’d try to top tonight. You needed him. Bad.

When you’re peeling his shirt off, he helps you, fingers interlacing with yours. The fabric bunches under your grasp. You wonder how delicate you would need to be to open him up for you. Your mind was spinning at the thought.

His abdomen is sculpted and soft, body hair coating his skin exactly the way God had intended. You want to kiss every part of him. Leon’s shirt is thrown to the ground, fingers returning to their rightful place amongst each other’s frames. His calloused fingertips grazed the edges of your shirt, barely lifting the fabric. Leon was simply enjoying your touch, rolling his upper body into your fingers as you worked him up. His breathing was getting heavier and harder, easing out of his nose loudly. He seemed to love it when you squeezed his hips, judging from the way he rolled into your grasp each time you did so.

You release your mouth from his, a light trail of spit breaking off as you part.

You wanted more from him. The grating thoughts of dysphoria were definitely *trying* to derail **you though, an undercurrent of maddening thoughts hitting you throughout the kissing.

It would be amazing if it could just turn off.

It takes a while before Leon’s eyes open again. His chest is heaving, leaning towards you as if it’s difficult to stay upright on this couch. When his eyes meet yours, his lustful gaze eats your insides up.

Your hands drift towards his groin, hungry to know if your touch was turning him on the same way it was to you. Your hand drifts up his thigh, easing a hiss out of Leon. He lets you touch him like this, openly letting you explore up his leg.

You feel him, his thick erection poking through the fabric. He groans into you, head lowering near your shoulder. It’s so tempting to shift your weight further, here, on this couch. You start to rub the length of him up and down over the fabric. He was so sexy. So sexy, just existing under your fingers like this.

“Please…” Leon’s voice was low and whiny in tone.

His hungry tone lit a fire under your motions.

Where did I even keep that damn packer, anyway?

Clothes fell to the floor as you pulled Leon to your bedroom. One of you flicked the light on at some point to the hallway. You were both nearly naked as you hit your mattress. Leon’s back hit your sheets. Your knee slid up, grinding up against his groin. His breath was hot on your neck as he began kissing the space between your shoulder and chin. You could feel his tongue flick in and out as he licked the surface of your skin. Avid.

Your knee nudged his balls around, eliciting a deep groan out of the man under you. There was a wet patch forming on his underwear, his cock absolutely straining under the thin fabric.

His hips were stuttering. It was really cute to watch, even in this low light. Leon’s hair flowed around his features. You wanted to run your hands through it, so you do. Your fingers tangle in his tresses, grasping the blond hair at the back of his neck lightly. You pull down, angling his head to allow space for your mouth on his neck.

“ah-”

He moans, genuinely, a loving pulse of his cock catching your attention. Oh, he loved that. You think to yourself. You can’t help the smile that forms as you start to really learn what turns Leon on. You lean back away from him, your bodies breaking contact.

It should be in the night stand.

Leon’s breathing is a shuddery, uneven mess. His drooping eyes, heavy with lust, lock on you as you move around the room to find your packer.

The pressure seems to return again, the silence between the movements long enough for the overthinking to return. Was it really going to feel as good as he would feel? On one hand, you loved the thought of completely undoing Leon like this, being able to know that it was *you* who unraveled the coil deep within him. On the other hand, it was difficult to unravel yourself from the idea that you weren’t going to enjoy it as much as he can.

In a silk bag from your nightstand, already sat in its harness, is the dick you’ve never used. You pull it from it’s dark grey cave, allowing yourself to take in it’s features. It wasn’t your exact skin tone but it was close. Another thing you knew your dysphoria loved to latch onto. You hold the elastic band apart, the prosthetic dangling comically.

It’s hard to take this seriously, but you’re trying. For whatever reason, you feel the need to keep going with this.

“You know,” Leon’s voice is light on your ears. You’d been in your own little world. You glance his way, legs askew in preparation to put your legs through the harness. You hesitate.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do this. Really.”

You’re shaking your head. He’s doing that thing. Be way too nice for his own good.

“It’s not that,” You say, “I guess I’m worried I’m just not going to feel as much.”

You sigh and continue, “Or enjoy it as much as you would. It’s not technically attached to me, and I just want to be close to you but…”

It’s not like you’re asking anyone to get it, at all. What it meant to desire something while simultaneously feeling upset and melancholic the more you really thought about it. Leon sits up from his reclined position, up on his elbows, then fully upright on the edge of the bed. The slow, intentional movement piques your interest.

“I understand. When you desire someone a specific way, you just want to be able to show it to them in the way you feel like you’re meant to.”

He scoots forwards. You’re drawn in towards him, still dangling the dick and harness out and away from you.

“When I saw you, it was… really hard to even think about approaching you. Even after we had sex the first time, I struggled to get myself to text you again, even though I wanted you so badly,”

It’s interesting, hearing this man confess all of this out to you after only meeting not so long ago. Interesting, further, that you couldn’t help but feel the same.

You’re looking down at your own body, then back at the dildo. It’s hard to conceptualise that you’d be putting on your erection, rather than growing it.

“I just feel like the way my body gets attracted to you is wrong-” You’re confessing, blurting it out. Leon just shakes his head, a slight smirk forming. There’s a knowing look in him underneath, and it shakes loose something in your core.

“There’s no wrong way to want me.”

Leon puts his hands on your thighs, guiding his thumbs around the meat of your legs. He places a kiss on each thigh, slowly, with respect.

Leon’s eyes are glimmering. He shuffles in his spot on your bed, glancing over at the harness in your grasp before looking back at you.

“I want you.” Your voice shakes as you let it out, the deep confession that keeps bubbling forth every time you try to resist.

“Let me have you,” He calls out, just barely above a whisper.

Putting on the harness, enveloping the silicone around you and letting it become a part of you— it was all things you’d resisted in the fear of it not feeling good.

Your lips crash together as you slide your body back onto the bed. He leans back, allowing you to fall onto him. You can feel his dick nudging up against yours, hitting your natal anatomy in a way that felt nice. Leon’s body falls and molds into you, grinding upwards into your cock. On of your hands moves around his back to cup his ass cheeks. You let yourself get greedy, kneading at his flesh and pulling his body up towards your hips.

You move your lips away, needing to see his face as your hips ground into his. Leon’s mouth was slightly parted, heaving breaths as your dick rubbed senselessly into his. It was catching on his fabric, nudging his body around with each movement.

Leon lets out a shaky, breathy moan. It catches in your eardrum. He leans his head up, kissing the soft spot in your neck greedily. You grind your hips down, intentionally drawing a moan out this time from the man under you.

So cute.

I know I have lube.

You’re leaning over, just enough to catch the bottle that sits on top of your night stand. When you look back over at Leon, he’s practically melting on the mattress. His face was flushed, red lips puffy again from your assaulting tongue and teeth. His piercing blue eyes lowered to the bottle in your hand, growing dark as he silently understood what you were about to do.

The sound of a lid popping breaks the silence. It makes a noise as you squeeze lube onto your fingers. You rub a good amount onto your cock before returning your attention back to the man below you.

“You’re way too clothed for what I want to do to you.”

The twitch of Leon’s cock tells you your flirt landed exactly where you wanted it to go. He pulled at his waist band, leaning up and allowing his ass to be exposed. His cock nearly jumped from where it’d been resting. It was adorable, seeing just how hard and leaking he was for you already, the anticipation of being fucked by you was enough to get him this aroused.

Leon’s knees are bent, only enough for you to touch his cock and rub the outside of his ass. It would be more practical to ask him to move his legs above you, and you do. The angle allows you to get a full, perfect view of Leon.

You’re kissing the insides of his legs, loving the way your lips tangle in his leg hairs. You dare a glance down at him, relish the way his features are flushed from the vulnerable position. You rock yourself into him, letting your dick slide up against his. It glides much easier than before.

“You’re so sexy like this for me, Leon.”

The praise makes his eyes roll closed for a moment, the wrinkles around his eyes softening. The slick of lube coats Leon’s dick and intermixes with his fluids. His hips stutter upwards to meet yours, the pace your bodies make sending shivers down your spine. Your hair cascades down, enveloping the left side of Leon as you lean forward to meet his lips.

The kiss is hot, intense. The scruff of his facial hair scratches your upper lip. Your hand, slick with lubricant, guides its way down between Leon and you. Easing your hips up just a bit, one of your fingers easily makes it to Leon’s entrance.

It puckers at your touch. Leon lets out a cute, whisper-light moan as the coolness hits his skin. You feel his legs shiver on you. It kisses your finger as you rub the outside, taking the time to coat his folds. Leon’s face glazed, ever so slightly. He’s keeping his eyes directly on you, mouth parted ever so slightly.

He’s just so kissable.

You’re rubbing him a little harder, using your body weight to push into Leon a slight bit. Your free hand reaches out to grasp his jaw, tilting it towards you into a kiss. The kiss seemed to unravel something in Leon— you felt the weight of his hips and ass as it came crashing down into your hand, almost crushing a digit inside.

You’re learning just how fun it is to hold him in this way. It’s becoming addicting, just testing what made him feel good under your touch.

Both of you are breathing heavy, passing oxygen back and forth between each other like your life depended on it. You wanted to press into him. Your fingers were far from dry.

“Leon,” You’re calling out to him, breathy. You barely see him under your hooded eyes. He’s fighting to keep his eyes open and on you.

“I want to go inside of you.” The words came out of you so naturally it shocked you.

Leon’s body seems to respond quicker than you can confirm, grinding down and deep onto your finger. His cock bobs involuntarily, a drop of his arousal crying out. Leon bites his lip for a moment, then nods.

“Please…” His voice is just a groan. Between the two of you, there’s barely any composure left.

When your first knuckle slides forth, his muscles clench and waver around you before giving way. Leon’s knees shake a slight bit while you allow time to adjust, pushing in and out only when he nods for you to continue. You’re watching Leon take it, your forefinger completely buried inside with his eyes barely open. His face was perfectly relaxed as you began to pump in and out. Your mouth hung open in slight awe.

He was so beautiful like this. It was amazing to have his body under you like this, trusting you to guide him open for you. You worked in some more lube, pushing some further deep into him. The sensation made Leon’s legs tremble around your shoulders.

It was time for a second finger.

“Leon,” Your voice is low, drawn out with arousal.

“Look at me.” You’re leading him, now. It’s mind-breaking, watching Leon’s head roll towards you so willingly. Eyes nearly watery with lust, his lips form a light pout. It makes your heart ache.

“I’m gonna put in another finger in, is that okay?” Your tentative sensitivity shines, even here.

“It’s more than okay, gorgeous.” He pants. Leon rolls his hips in a light circle.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,”

The way his eyes connect with yours in that moment ignites a volcano in you. You lean forward, pushing a deep kiss onto Leon before he made your heart explode.

Your middle finger slides in easily, your kisses distracting Leon enough for you to scissor sweet moans from his lips. You ate them like candy. His cock was bobbing between you, leaking from all of the attention. The smell of your sweat and arousal was intoxicating on your senses.

Testing the speed, you’re able to tell that your fingers are slick enough to start pumping in and out of Leon at a quicker pace. When you do, Leon’s noises raise slightly, a keening sigh aching out of his lips.

“God,” His voice is faint.

He sounds so, so cute.

There’s something deeply rewarding, hearing how many noises you can pull out of him before even fucking him properly.

You were getting excited to enter him. You slow your motions just enough for Leon to catch his breath, planting kisses on his chest wherever you can reach. You pay special attention to each of his nipples for a moment. It felt good to roll your two fingers deep inside of him while your tongue flicked the perky nub. His cute moans echoed off your walls, feeling the weight of his head hit your pillows as you switched between each nipple until you felt satisfied enough to pull away.

“I’m going to enter you now, if that’s okay?” It was more of a statement than a question at this point. You weren’t really sure Leon could stop you even if he’d wanted to. He nodded, biting the corner of his lips and angling his hips higher up.

You take a moment to grab a spare pillow and place it underneath him. It allows his hips to relax a bit easier, and he smiles a small thank you in response.

In this dim, warm light you are able to see the way the harness separates from your body. You coat your dick in a fresh layer of lube, stroking it on slowly. Leon is watching intently, eyelashes fluttering up at you.

You line the tip of your cock towards his entrance, noticing the way his hairs bury your head slightly out of view. You can sense the pressure of something like a wall— you use your fingers to feel for his entrance and struggle a bit. Leon just smiles at you, using his own hand to guide your dick directly into his entrance with you.

“Keep going,” his encouragement is helpful. There’s still some apprehension, even now. You’re worried you’re already off to a bad start. Hearing Leon’s breathy, shaky moans break out of him as you push in, confirms that it’s likely in your head. There’s a deep feeling of resistance, it pushes up against your natal anatomy in a way that feels nice.

“Please, don’t stop…” His pleads are the cutest thing about him, you decide. Truly addicting to hear.

You’re pressing until the full length of you is hilted up against Leon’s ass. From here, you can feel a bit of the heat and motion against your own body. You bend forward again, wiping your hands on the blankets before pushing both of your hands up Leon’s body. You curl your fingers over his nipples, press at his collar bones and rib cage. His heavy body felt amazing to press into.

You’re using the forward gravity to propel your hips into him, grinding your dick into the bundle of nerves sitting just below it. The sensation was good, enough to get you to push in that same way again. Leon’s hips began to snap up into you.

“Fuck, you feel so good-” Leon’s moans were heavy, gravelly in your ears. If he was going to say more than that, you weren’t going to get it out of him by fucking him like that. You were moving at a steady, thudding pace now. The sounds of wet smacks as your hips collided filled the room.

It felt addicting, controlling the waves of his pleasure like this. Leon’s cock was truly aching for attention at this point, twitching on its own with each thrust into him. You reached one hand down away from his nipples to his dick, wrapping around it.

“ha-ah”

Leon’s eyes were barely open anymore. The pleasure was building beyond a point of control. He was making noises you hadn’t heard from him the first time.

Truthfully, you weren’t anywhere near an orgasm. Leon writhing and convulsing underneath you like this was enough. Your hips were snapping at a heavy pace. Leon’s knees pushed together every time you pushed upwards at the end of your thrust.

Leon spilled over your tight grip before he could announce it fully, slurring a breathless, “-’m coming-” before rushes of moans and grunts took over. The sight of his cock shooting thick loads of cum all over your hand made you throb.

You bent your full body weight forward, weight on one hand, capturing Leon’s lips in a lazy kiss while your cock rested inside of him. Your grip loosened on his dick, letting it fall gently out of your hand. He was kissing you back, weakly.

You eased out of his body, letting Leon’s body adjust to the exit just as tenderly as you’d done the entry. Your cock slid out, wet slick noises as it freed itself completely.

Your hand was a mess.

---

It was when you were both cleaned up, laying next to each other that you confessed to Leon how much fun you’d had. When you told him that you hadn’t had an orgasm during it, he had understood. For some reason, you expected him to be sad, or disappointed.

“A good man knows how to please his lover, would do anything it takes to please them.” He says this to you confidently.

A smile forms on your lips. You hide it in his shoulder.

“What?” His voice lowers, hitting that low note that makes your insides jump. Your smile dies down just enough as you look up. You’re only half playing around when you ask him,

And y/n loves him. Even though he knows the horrible truth about him.

Hannibal is a killer. A cannibal.

But does that stop y/n?

Not at all whatsoever.

Especially because he got a free top surgery from his boyfriend.

Hannibal doesn't like to waste delicate meat.

Sure, he usually just takes a piece from his victims and throws away the rest, but for y/n and his happiness? He did that surgery with excitement, with the knowledge that his boyfriend had given him permission to eat the breasts afterwards.

Hannibal simply couldn't refuse.

It was simply the thought of tasting his lover in such a deep sense that made his mind spin.

No one was going to use those breasts anyway, right? Why waste them?

It took some time for y/n to get used to potentially eating humans.

He didn't at first. And Hannibal didn't force him to. He just gave him soft nudges towards the dark side.

That's how they build their trust.

And now they're building their trust in the bedroom.

They're both experimental when it comes to sex.

But there's one thing that Hannibal is desperate to try.

Pegging.

He and y/n have talked about it before. But that's about it.

So the Lithuanian man has decided to surprise his boyfriend tonight.

Y/n arrived late as usual. His work kept him busy.

But the knowledge that his boyfriend is waiting for him at home, with a delicious meal that he can't even pronounce most of the time.

Only tonight was different.

The moment y/n walked in, he was met with a candlelit hallway.

Of course, it led towards the dining room.

And there stood Hannibal in all his six-foot-tall glory, setting up the table, wearing a grey three-piece suit.

"Hello." The man greeted with his lopsided smile and walked towards his boyfriend. "How was your day?" He asked as he leaned in for a kiss.

Y/n immediately melted into the kiss. His eyes closed as he let out a breath of relief through his nose.

"Busy." He finally responded when they broke the kiss.

He takes a deep breath. "Mm, what are you cooking? It smells delicious?"

Hannibal smiled and led the smaller man towards the table. He pulled out the chair for him. "One of your favorites." With that being said, the chef left the room.

As always, y/n highly enjoyed the meal.

His boyfriend truly was a brilliant chef.

But that's not where the night ends.

Y/n suddenly noticed that there are more candles on the floor, but these are leading towards the bedroom instead.

He can't help but smile as he looks at his boyfriend.

"Hannibal, what are you planning?" He asked while his mind spun with ideas.

The man sitting on the other side of the table grinned. "I don't know what you're talking about." He teased.

The smaller man chuckled and stood up. He followed the candles. His boyfriend was not far behind.

With a deep breath, y/n opened the door.

When he doesn't see a proposal sign, he lets out a sigh of relief.

But then he noticed a box on the bed.

The floor is covered is rose petals and more candles.

"Hannibal, you'll cause a house fire." The smaller man joked as he tried to cope with his emotions.

"It's alright. I made sure that these candles don't burn for long."

Whatever that means, it did make y/n relax a bit.

The smaller man finally collected the courage and walked towards the box on the bed.

He sure is taking his damn time.

Hannibal would agree. That's why he's quietly stripping out of his three-piece suit behind his boyfriend.

Y/n slowly opened the box. His eyes are closed. He doesn't know why.

He set the kid aside and finally opened his eyes.

When his eyes landed on the stuff inside the box, his breath got caught in his throat.

Inside the box is a strap-on and a variety of dildos.

"Hannibal." He wanted to question, but when he turned around, his breath hitched yet again.

Hannibal was standing there, in all his six-foot-tall glory, in a dark maroon lingerie set.

The smaller man could pass out right then and there.

"Holly shit." He breathed out as his eyes trailed over every detail of Hannibal's lingerie.

"Language." The taller man said and walked closer to his boyfriend.

Y/n's mouth watered.

His hands twitched at his sides, the urge to touch the man in front of him overwhelming.

"I wanted us to try something new." The taller man practically purred as he pushed the smaller man onto the bed.

The man landed with a soft grunt, but his eyes didn't leave his boyfriend's body.

His face flushed when Hannibal slowly straddled his lap.

"Are you feeling alright, y/n? You're suddenly so red." Hannibal teased as he leaned down to present his imaginary cleavage.

"Go on, I know you want to touch them." The taller man nudged.

Without hesitation, y/n reached up and cupped his boyfriend's chest.

He squeezed and groped as much as he could.

The cannibal smiled as he admired the excitement in the smaller man's eyes.

Y/n looks up at his boyfriend and smiles.

"You did all this for me?" He could hardly believe that a man like Hannibal would wear lingerie.

"All for you, my love." The cannibal grinned and leaned in for a kiss.

The kiss grows hungry fast.

The smaller man's hands roam around his boyfriend's body while Hannibal strips him of his clothes.

"I already cleaned and prepped myself." The taller man stated as he sat up and reached for the box.

"You really went all in, huh?" Y/n chuckled and hoisted himself up onto his elbows. He watched as Hannibal pulled out the strap.

"Here. I got this one because we can put different toys on it. However, the worker also recommended that the double strap on is pleasurable for both of us. So if you'd like, I can purchase that one as well." The casualty of Hannibal's words made y/n flush red.

"Oh my god, Hannibal!" Y/n laughed and covered his face.

The smaller man got off the bed and took the strap.

In the meantime, Hannibal looked through the choices of dildos.

Y/n put on the strap and faced his boyfriend.

He let out a gasp when he saw the dildo in his boyfriend's hands. It's not big. But it is thick.

"Come here, I'll attach it for you." The taller man beckoned.

The shorter man walked up and watched his boyfriend.

When the dildo was set up, they both climbed into bed.

"How do you want me?" Hannibal murmured and cupped y/n's cheek.

"Like this... On your back. I want to see you." Y/n breathed out as he looked over the taller man's body.

The cannibal handed his boyfriend a bottle of lube and pulled his underwear down.

The shorter man lubed his cock up before he settled between his boyfriend's legs.

Hannibal got comfortable and looked up at the shorter man.

"Ready?" Y/n asked as he lined up. He looked up at his boyfriend for permission.

The taller man nods and spreads his legs a little more.

That's all y/n needed and gently pushed in.

The cannibal threw his head back and moaned. He was a little impatient because his boyfriend was moving slowly. But he can't blame him, Hannibal knows his boyfriend is pushing in slowly because of the size.

Once y/n bottomed out, the taller man let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

The shorter man let his boyfriend adjust to the size.

In the meantime, he traced the taller man's hips with the tips of his fingers.

"You're so beautiful, Hannibal." Y/n whispered in awe.

The cannibal grinned and reached up to cup his boyfriend's cheek.

"You can move now, darling." He whispered and pulled the shorter man into a kiss.

The man nodded and pulled out slowly just to push back in just as slowly.

He keeps a slow pace. He doesn't want to rush this.

The room is filled with soft huffs of air as the couple holds each other through the passion.

Y/n could swear that he's starting to feel it too. As if it were his own dick. A phantom feeling.

That urged the man to move faster.

Hannibal arched his back and scratched y/n's shoulders.

"Y/n," Hannibal moaned as he was hit with an unexpected climax.

The shorter man's head started to spin. The view of his boyfriend's body trembling with pleasure was enough for him to come as well.

He can feel the strap getting wet from his release.

The taller man pulled his boyfriend onto his chest.

"You were so good, y/n." He praised through heavy breaths.

"I'm definitely buying the double strap." He said with his lopsided smile.

Y/n can't help but laugh and hide his flushed face in Hannibal's neck.

it’s a hot day. the kind of heat that makes your clothes stick to your skin.

you’re wandering around with sir jimmy, searching for anything usable. so far you’ve found some knives, hidden under floorboards.

”we should turn back”, jimmy says. he seems tired.

”not yet!” you say. you’re determined to find some medical supplies, even if it seems unlikely.

”ye aren’t tired?” jimmy asks. he’s sweating. you are as well.

”a bit, but we still have time before the sun sets”, you answer.

jimmy lets out a sigh, but agrees to keep going.

then you come across something strange.

a store, broken windows. there’s a ruined photo of a naked woman on the building wall.

”what’s that?” you ask.

”that’s an.. adult store”, jimmy says.

”what’s an adult store?” you ask.

”i donnae really know”, jimmy answers.

”let’s go in!” you say.

”fine, but then we turn back. me word is final”, jimmy says.

you nod.

you step inside.

it’s a mess.

bottles, mattresses, old cans laying around. there’s glass on the ground as well.

the walls were covered in posters, but they’re long gone. there’s only bits and pieces left, so you can’t really tell what they were supposed to be.

you go deeper into the store. there’s some products left. strange, colorful objects, covered in dust and dirt.

”what’s this?” you ask jimmy, holding up a thing that looks almost like underwear. it has a rubber, penis-shaped object attached to it.

”i donnae- i donnae know”, jimmy says. he looks awkward, almost embarrassed. his cheeks are flushed.

”looks like a dick”, you say, amused. you wipe the dirt off it. it’s soft.

”why are you being weird? you’ve surely been fucked before, right?” you ask jimmy.

jimmy’s face turns deep-red.

”i- i”, he stutters.

”no way”, you say. ”you’re a virgin, at your age?” you ask him.

”w-watch yer mouth!” jimmy hisses.

you step in front of jimmy. then you kiss him. jimmy lets out a whimper, he’s trembling.

you grab jimmy’s ass, squeezing his soft buttock. jimmy lets out a high-pitched sound, but doesn’t move away. instead he leans in closer.

you push your tongue inside jimmy’s mouth and he responds hungrily to the kiss. you make out as you start sliding your hand under jimmy’s pants, grabbing his bare ass.

you feel jimmy’s cock hardening.

you slide your hand between his buttocks, gently rubbing his hole with your thumb.

”w-wait!” jimmy whimpers.

”what? you clearly like this, don’t you, mutt?” you say.

jimmy gulps.

you start drawing circles on his soft hole, opening him up.

jimmy lets out a moan.

you withdraw your hand and shove two fingers inside jimmy’s mouth.

jimmy starts eagerly sucking on your fingers, moaning around them.

”you’re being so good”, you say. jimmy looks at you, his eyes slightly glossy.

you pull your fingers out of his mouth, jimmy looks almost disappointed. then you slide them back under his pants, starting to rub his hole again.

then you shove a finger up his ass. jimmy lets out a whimper.

”that feel good, princess?” you ask him. jimmy nods frantically.

you start pumping your finger in and out of his hole, going deeper each time.

jimmy leans in, squeezing his soft thighs around your leg.

then he starts grinding himself against you, moaning.

his hard cock is rubbing on your thigh as you finger him.

”jimmy!” you hiss. you withdraw your finger from his hole.

jimmy looks at you with a pout. ”d-don’t stop please”, he whines.

he keeps humping you until you grab him by the neck, choking lightly. ”stop acting like a fucking dog”, you say.

you look around a bit. you notice rope. you grab it and turn jimmy around with a violent twist.

you force his hands behind his back and start tying him up, tight.

once he’s tied up you kick him on a dirty mattress, face down.

you start studying the penis-shaped object. it looks like it can be worn. so you start putting it on, tightening it around your hips.

you pull down jimmy’s pants, exposing his round ass.

”on all fours, mutt, arch your back”, you order him.

jimmy obeys, getting on all fours, putting his ass up.

you slap his ass, hard. it jiggles. jimmy lets out a whimper.

you spread his buttocks, leaning in. then you spit on his hole. you push your finger in again, getting the spit inside his hole. you feels his walls clenching around your finger.

”so fucking tight”, you say, spitting again.

you line up his ass with your crotch, rubbing the tip of the rubber dick on his hole. jimmy lets out a moan.

”shut up, i’m not even in yet”, you hiss, slapping his ass again.

you grab his belly, squeezing his soft rolls, pulling him closer to you.

then you start pushing in. it doesn’t go in easy, jimmy’s really tight. and the dick is relatively big.

you’re not even halfway in when jimmy starts whining.

”i- it hurts”, he cries.

”do you want me to stop?” you ask.

”no, don’t stop!” jimmy says.

”okay then”, you say.

you continue pushing in, jimmy moaning and whimpering under you.

his hole is clenching around the dick as you open him up inch by inch.

you finally bottom out, jimmy’s ass completely filled up.

”f-fuck”, jimmy whines. he’s trembling.

”you’re good?” you ask him.

jimmy nods. he’s drooling on the mattress, eyes tearing up.

you almost pull out. then you slam back inside. jimmy lets out a pathetic whimper.

you repeat it, a bit rougher this time.

then you start thrusting. slow at first. you pull out, and slam back in.

”f-faster”, jimmy whines.

”ask nicely”, you say, slapping his ass again.

”faster, please!” jimmy mewls.

you pick up your pace, snapping your hips against his ass.

wet smacks fill the almost empty space as your sweaty bodies meet.

jimmy’s cock is rock-hard, the tip leaking with precum. it drips on the mattress.

you start going rougher, fucking into his ass with a force so strong his legs shake.

”you like that, mutt?” you ask him.

”yeah, more, please!” jimmy whines.

you slap his ass again, leaving a red mark. ”don’t be greedy”, you say.

you go deeper each time. you’re spreading his ass open, fingers squeezing the soft skin of his buttocks, leaving marks that he will be wearing for the rest of the week.

as you slam into him again jimmy lets out a loud whimper. it’s different this time.

”f-fuck, that feels good!” he moans. ”r-right there”, he says.

you slam inside again, trying to hit that same spot. jimmy lets out a loud moan.

you start fucking him harder, hitting the same spot each time.

jimmy’s a moaning, drooling mess under you.

”y-yeah! i’m gonna-”, he whimpers.

you grab him by his hair, pulling him close. then you kiss him. jimmy whimpers against your lips.

you keep making out as you fuck him, jimmy’s moans muffling against your lips.

”i wanna touch miself”, jimmy whines, trying to free himself from the ropes.

”none of that for you, mutt”, you answer.

jimmy lets out a pathetic whimper and starts grinding his ass on the rubber dick.

you let him.

”ahh, fuck gonna cum!” jimmy moans.

you slam inside him with a brutal thrust, the dick disappearing inside his clenched hole.

jimmy moans as he comes on the mattress, his cum spilling everywhere.

you stop moving, still buried inside him.

you give him a kiss on the cheek and release his hair. jimmy lets his cheek crash against the mattress.

you give his ass a gentle tap and pull out.

jimmy crashes on the mattress, panting.

you start releasing him from the ropes. once he’s free he kneels down below you, looking at you in the eyes.

he then takes the rubber cock inside his mouth, maintaining eye-contact.

”that’s it, princess, clean it up”, you say.

jimmy’s moaning around the cock, drooling all over it.

he withdraws his mouth and looks at you. he tries to stand, but you push him on his knees again.

you take out a knife, handing it to jimmy.

”cut yourself”, you say.

”w-what?” jimmy asks, his eyes wide open.

”you heard me, mutt”, you say.

jimmy takes the knife and presses it against his wrist.

he hesitates for a while before making a cut, warm blood gushing out the wound.

jimmy lets out a small whimper.

”lick it”, you say.

jimmy obeys, putting his tongue on the fresh wound, starting to lick the blood off.

”taste good?” you mock him.

jimmy nods, moaning.

his beard is full of blood, so are his lips.

he stops, looking at you with big, puppy dog eyes.

”can i have a kiss?” he asks.

you huff. ”don’t even think about it”, you say.

”your chest next”, you say, pointing at the knife.

jimmy pulls his shirt up, exposing his round belly.

he takes the knife and presses it against his chest. then he makes a cut, maintaining eye-contact with you. you watch as the blood starts falling down his chest and down to his belly and crotch.

jimmy’s trembling from the pain, his eyes watering. but he’s not complaining, not whining. he loves obeying you.

when you go back to the others he’ll be the boss again. but now you’re in charge. and he likes submitting himself to you.

”okay, that’s enough, princess”, you say, stroking his cheek. you take out a cloth from your backpack, wiping the blood off, pressing it against his wound.

”can i stand?” jimmy asks.

you nod. he stands up. his cock is hard again.

”put your pants back on”, you say. jimmy obeys.

”should we- should we take that with us?” jimmy asks, pointing to the rubber cock.

you take it off and grin. ”for sure”, you say. ”i’ll have some more fun with you tonight”, you say.

”ye won’t- ye won’t tell the other fingers, right?” he asks.

”it’ll be our little secret”, you say with a smile.

jimmy nods.

you put the rubber cock inside your backpack, along with the rope.

you kiss jimmy then. he tastes like blood, but you don’t care. jimmy wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tight. you feel safe in his arms, even if you won’t admit it to him.

”should we go back?” you ask jimmy. he nods, even if he looks a bit disappointed.

sometimes you wish you could just leave somewhere with jimmy, just the two of you. you have a special relationship, it’s been like that since he found you.