Finding both of them on the floor, Catheris leaned on its chest as his legs gave out. His brain felt utterly frazzled, only capable of murmuring mashed pleas as drool seeped out from the corner of his lip. The hand left his body a while ago, but Catheris was still so dazed. He perked his head up for a trace of a sound – he could only hear the sound of rustling fabric against the silence.
His senses were so dulled that he didn't notice the large leather-glove-clad hands holding his waist. Catheris drooped his head onto the chest, whining and groaning in complete mental agony. Suddenly, he banged his head on the somewhat plush hard feel. Teardrops began to form.
"-sniff sniff.. mnph..."
It was too much of an onslaught rushing in all at once. Everything about this didn't make any sense. Was its goal to kill his psyche ...or rather to fuck him out of his wits so he didnt have a psyche to kill? He couldn't tell.
That sliminess from earlier... did something odd, didn't it?
Fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. An unbearable heat spread throughout his body, turning his skin a slight pink. He was so horny it started to hurt. He started biting at the cuff of his sleeve, and that obviously wasn't helping anything. Catheris starting to bring his hand underneath himself, trying to use himself. Slowly but surely, the impending realization of what that slime did came to him.
"...You perverted bastard," he snarled.
It grabbed him closer by the back of his neck and started sloppily licking all over his nape. As the thing marked more low bites, it sucked on each one which elicited a sort of odd, painful pleasure that fogged his mind. All the sucking and bites left saliva dribbles. They left deep red blemishes starkly contrasting his pale neck.
Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Every action was done with the utmost attentiveness, as if it were worshipping him—if not a little embarrassing...
"hnn..."
Enough of that. Catheris was getting fed up with being neglected; for fuck's sake, he was straddling it. As time wasted away, burning hot ticks built in his abdomen, urging him to do something before his hornyness exploded.
What to do, what to do...
He weakly tugged at its shirt, wanting it to pick up the pace. Irritated, he blindly felt around its torso and shakily prodded at its side.
His current attitude could be put so bluntly that it did not need words.
Catheris: 💢
However it was indifferent. It even teased Catheris by hardening its hold on his waist, as if a tad more pressure was applied it could it. Seems like he was stuck in this predicament.
Suddenly, its tongue dove into the side of his nape—Catheris shivered in response. The hot breath brushed against his skin, tickling the shell of his ear. He tried to squirm away as he felt his body getting hotter—to no avail.
However, once it abruptly stopped, he froze. Unrest shackled his heart, making the pulses of his heartbeats heavier. This whole situation was jarring. How did it react to him poking it? Was it angry, amused, or simply did not care?
To be fair, he couldn't beg even if he wanted to, so it was at fault for tormenting him.
-Alright, enough was enough.
Catheris propped both of his hands on its thighs to support himself. Through the cloth of the trousers, the skin was tough and thick. His wrist was trembling—-everything was, from his legs to his breathing. He didn't know the exact placement, but he could feel around. He could tell he was getting closer.
As it gripped his thighs, his skin pudged up between its finger slits. Catheris felt lifting himself up was ...easier? And his fingers barely touched the other's thighs. Incidentally, he found his legs beginning to be spread, until-
"-heuk..."
His shaky thighs quivered from the impact, knees buckling weakly together. It felt like it reached his throat – he covered his shaky gasps with both hands. Catheris was unable to breath as he forgot how to for a second; he already saw that it was big but holy fuck...
It was stu... ..pidly big..
–Mph, he didn't expect it to go in as easily as it did. Gagged moans broke past him, coming off as interrupted whiny drawn "mmm..!"'s. The noises surprised him – sounding lewder than he expected. The tips of his ears bloomed with a deep red.
It didn't hurt per say, but it felt odd. It was distinctly different from the fist... but admittedly it felt good. So damned good at that.
Even if it was abrupt and hadn't even begun moving – even then... Oh saintesses, how he wanted it and didn't at the same time. It was just there inside of him doing nothing, but that didn't downplay the feeling in the slightest. Its dick probed a large bulge in his navel just below his belly button, which could go higher than it already was.
After that dumbstruckness wore off, it began to move. Ecstasy finally registered and oh fuck did it clog his mind. The satisfying warmth that his body craved now filled his depraved fucked-out state. He could already feel his mind breaking. He'd been toyed with too much beforehand – turned into a needy little thing. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his mouth was agape.
Leaning towards it, Catheris nails dug into its back for support. And for quite a while actually – he was left alone to settle down.
His head was pressed close against chest. The ridges of the hard abdominal muscles pressed through the fabric onto his cheek. He could feel it breathing. Its chest moving up and down at a smooth steady pace. His let out shaky breaths.
Trying to calm down, his shallow, rushed huffs finally got enough oxygen. Again, his head leaned on its chest without enough energy to keep up. His head tilted off to the side – utterly out of it – in his own bubble.
From the repeated friction, the tie's knot at the back of his head began to loosen.
His tenseness gradually relaxed and he stopped shaking. His aimless eyes glittered with moisture, and underneath them his tears were being gently licked off by a rough tongue.
Grabbing Catheris by the waist, it pushed into him even further, leaving tingly sparks as he spasmed. It held his hand tighter as his nails dug into its back hard. His dizzy mind couldn't process it all.
Suppressing his breaths, he felt horrified as his insides became sloppier and his inner organs accepted being crushed by cock. He wanted to hurl. However, his attempts were stifled—the feeling filled his throat.
As it began thrusting into him, sopping wet noises and the sound of skin smacking filled the room. The blindfold dangling loosely, his eyes fogged with ecstasy and blurred in a reverie. His back arched, forced towards the other. A thread of saliva dangled from the tip of his tongue as he panted heavily.
From where they joined, slick lascivious fluid had been fucked out, leaving a puddle. Thin strings of slime formed and broke as it rammed into him repeatedly. Thrusting into his innermost spot, its length dragged across his walls. Forget that chaste attitude he had prior, in the moment he swore he was seeing constellations.
The thick scent of carnal sin doused the room like deadly gasoline—sickeningly sweet.
Catheris was truly growing delirious. His entire face flushed a seductive shade of pink as he pathetically parted his lips to let out a soft, tired sob.
"Ah..." he sighed breathily.
Suddenly, his head was tilted to the side by the chin. His cries were swallowed from above. The thick slick tongue invading his mouth was so hot—everything was so hot... too hot...
"Mn..."
The tongue slid out. Catheris collapsed onto a large leather-clad hand holding him up as the heat – no, everything was getting to him – the wetness between his thighs, the overstimulation, the sheer fullness in his stomach and his reddened eyes which were beginning to hurt. He was utterly drained. Feeling his dream consciousness tap out, his eyes began to twitch as he felt the comforting darkness envelop his mind.
It raised Catheris's hand above his head, licking its rough tongue against its back as a chaste kiss while Catheris went limp.
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