Hey Friends, Wanted To Put Some Words Out In The Universe That Sometimes I Need To Hear Myself

hey friends, wanted to put some words out in the universe that sometimes i need to hear myself

you aren’t gross for liking something that most people consider “gross” or “weird”. it is okay to enjoy things that other people don’t understand, even things people reflexively make fun of. as long as you are being as hygenic as possible, cleaning up after yourself and not doing anything to risk your health, making sure to take breaks from it and stay hydrated between holds, and making sure to never include non-consenting parties in your kinky shenanigans – you’re fine.

if you’ve had to hide your interests from partners out of fear, awkwardly deflect conversations with friends, or heard people you look up to make off-handed remarks – you’re not alone.

no one fully 100% understands where kinks come from, but what we do know is we don’t choose which ones we get, and as long as all parties involved are consenting, happy and healthy: you aren’t doing anything wrong.

please don’t hate yourself over the things you love. be kind to yourself, even when other people aren’t. yes I’m getting sappy on my pee blog, because being “weird” can be really hard on the old mental health at times and i hope all of y’all don’t think any less of yourselves because of this stuff. peace out 💛

Claude Frollo fic

18+warning! including : teasing, fingering, begging, and--of couse--sex.

"If it's sin, then let it be. I'll be mad if I stop!"Frollo was pacing in front of the bars that held Esmeralda. He seemed completely lost, and farly beyond loosing his mind. "The deepest sin will make the madest happiness." The shouting suddenly turned into a low whisper. "A priest and a witch can be together in the corner of hell, and I'll be the happiest--"

"BANG!" The door of the dungeon was kicked open, hard. A man walked in. He wasn't storming, but his face was cold. Frollo seemed to recognize the man because he stood frozen at the spot. His eyes were cold, too, but not with power but fear.

Keys clanged as the prison door swung, "You may leave now, mademoiselle. I apologize for everything you experienced. You're free to go. All charges dismissed." The girl's eyes sparkled with unbelieveble joy, then ran out quickly.

"Now, what shall I do with you?" The mysterious man turned around and faced Frollo. What's that burning in his eyes? Anger? or desire? or......both?

"Bishop." Frollo managed to say, voice trembling. "I--"

"Take your priest clothes off." Romulus--Yes, that's his name--rested his gaze between Frollo's neck and chest. The top button of Frollo's black robe wasn't doing it's job, so Romulus had to swallow to comfort himself. "I said TAKE IT OFF!" He raised his voice when seeing Frollo still hesitating.

He obeyed. The white chest revealed as Frollo started to unbutton. It looked even purer white compared to the black clothing. Romulus studied closely. Frollo wasn't the muscular kind since his passion was reading and learning. That also explained the color of his skin. Romulus sighed rather quietly while Frollo's hood was removed--His hair already turned grey, and didn't leave much to turn white, making almost everyone asuming he was around 55, but only a few people remember Frollo was only in his 30s. Romulus was one of them. He selected Frollo as archdeacon himself. There was no doubt that Frollo deserved the place, but most of all, Romulus wanted to keep him closer.

Similar to the young man, Romulus' parents decided to let him become a priest as a kid. He went to the same school as Frollo. They even became priest at the same age:19 years old. But there was a difference, that changed Frollo as it changed Romulus now. Unlike Frollo who had to hide his desire of women strictly, Romulus didn't have to. He was gay. And what made it simpler? He was only into one man--Claude Frollo.

Soon, the only piece of cloth left on Frollo was his brief, also white, so the red marks on his chest were clearly visible. It was plain that hi had slashed himself atleast four times, and it was still bloody. "So you're willing to do this for Miss Esmeralda, ay?" Romulus stepped forward and put out a finger, caressing the wounds.

Frollo hung his head, asuming this was part of the punishment. Until Romulus' lips pressed on his own. "Mmm...mmmm......hmm...mmm......" The two fingers that lifted his jaw moved to his nipples and started the rubbing and pinching. "Ah!" Romulus gave Frollo a beat to gasp, then sucked bits on his bottom lip. He licked the saliva which leaked out with moaning. Frollo couldn't help himself. With his whole life in the church, Romulus could let him collapse with the worst skill. Not to mention he was good.

Barely standing, Frollo's legs were quivering. The only reason he didn't topple was a strong hand on his back. He had no idea how to react to everything, especially his own reactions. He felt his warm liquid soak his brief. Blood flushed on his cheeks as his cock grew solid, dribbling more.

Apparently, Romulus noticed his changes, too. He brought his left hand to Frollo's hip and gave it a hard spank. Frollo yelped but sounded more like a whimper. "Why are your panties wet?" Romulus asked casually, pretending to be curious. "I...I......" Now, Frollo was very red. Romulus moved his fingers to the gap and rubbed outside the fabric. "Let me tell you why." He then began prying on the edge of Frollo's brief, little by little. "Don't help. I want to take it slow. Tell you what, I LOVE surprises." He went on murmuring, "I can't wait to know how enjoyed you are......"

Inside was a mess. Romulus sniggered at the sight. When he pulled the brief enough to see Frollo's cock, he knelt down and made Frollo lie between his knees. The right hand pulled away from his back, and turned to rest on the sensitive area beneath his cock. Frollo groaned as a finger went inside. His face whitened. But when the second finger was put in, he was whining, and trying not to look too comfortable, but his reaction gave in.

"Looks like you're enjoying, hmm?" Romulus grasped on the head. The other hand still letting two fingers in and out. Frollo's both hands were holding Romulus' shoulders, moaning. "Never had so much fun, so excited, ay? Me too."

Suddenly, Romulus stopped all moves and stood up. Frollo remain lying on the cold, hard floor. The fire that Romulus set in his body was blown out by no other than Romulus himself. "Why, why'd you stop?" he whimpered softly, confused and ashamed for feeling unsatisfied. He shivered as water on the stone floor damped his back. "Please......I...I want you, Bishop Chaleil." He fixed pleading eyes on Romulus, his cheeks flushing more than ever before.

"You want me......" Romulus knelt back down, and rest his palm on Frollo's left cheek, not surprised to find it hot. He just had this huge disire wanting to hear Frollo beg, but he hadn't expected this. Frollo trembled and closed his eyes at Romulus' touch, probably too shy to face what he just admitted. "For all these years, Claude......" Romulus felt Frollo's heart beating wildly, and smiled. Then, his collar tightened. Romulus quickly looked down, and saw Frollo opened his eyes, trying to unbutton Romulus' robe. When he saw Romulus watching, Frollo immediately lowered his arms, but got caught on the wrist. "Just rip it off next time." Romulus said, looking playful for the first time.

He straightened and ripped it off, exposing his body. Unlike the man under him, Romulus Chaleil was muscular, with his six-pack and all. Obviously, he didn't spend all his time on preying or on the court. He was also solid. After every piece of cloth away, Romulus lifted Frollo and rolled on his back, then slid in. Frollo's walls were already wet, so the cock fit in perfectly, but he still clenched his teeth when Romulus pressed him closer to go deeper. "If it hurts," Romulus whispered at his ear, "tell me."

"No, no...Don't, don't stop!" Frollo said, afraid Romulus would leave him hanging again. He responded with a kiss.

When they finally parted, Romulus said, cock in its place, "You've been torturing me every day, Claude. I...I can't believe we're doing this. Maybe it's my turn--" "To torture me." Frollo finished, "I will ruin you. I'm already ruined, so I don't care, but you...you don't, have to......" His voice traced away, sounding both guilty and worried.

"But I want to, Claude." Romulus cut in gently.

"I love it when you call me by my name." Frollo wriggled and whined. "I, I still don't know yours...yet. I just know you as Bishop Chaleil."

"Well, you know me more than that." Romulus chuckled then said, "It's Romulus. Romulus Chaleil, nice to meet you." Their bodies touched, close together, sharing breathe and heartbeat. Frollo hot, and Romulus warm.

"Romulus." Frollo repeated in a low voice. "I never thought I would fancy a man." he admitted, "I mean, Jesus......"

"Yeah, I know." Romulus hugged him tighter. "But I've loved you for more than 20 years. I know it's sin, but......let it be. I don't care. We'll go somewhere, far away, together." He waited for Frollo to answer.

Whether yes or no, Romulus thought, he will be mine.

Oh hell Je t’aime……!!!

Here i am bringing the gay content 🫡 Not sorry at all guys (Not so family friendly stuff i'm afraid)

Most of the art is inspired on the fanfiction (A Rake's Progress) their dynamic to be exact ✨

Phoebus and Frollo designs by me~

OMG I love this Frollo!!!!!

Some more mama Claude, this one a bit more clement to Quasimodo (and a bit less to Frollo).

And also Frollo being the usual drama queen that he is.

I wonder how he managed to keep Quasi for 20 years...

OMG I just LOVE this. I wanna write Frollo, too, and I want it as HEART-TAKING as this!

The Claim of an Operational Sin

Claude Frollo x Reader

Suggestive Oneshot

Is this damn priest dilf energy or nah

Author's note: Have you ever disliked a villain so much you wanted to hate breed them and make them your bitch? Read this, cuz you can :)

You're one of the few ladies the tyrannical man has taken interest in. Something he'd refer to as being bewitched by those who are innocent. Intrigue driven by his own lustful desires similar to his captivation by the beautiful dancer, Esmeralda. But unlike her, you were certainly not as lucky preventing your imprisonment and attempting to escape the minister's grasp.

Frollo/Reader [Romantic Tendencies(???)]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

!Female Reader! • Seductive/“Succubus” reader • Imprisoned reader • We're basically gonna be assaulting him WOOHOO • Threats • Reader is unfearful of death • Arousal • Teasing, but it's bordering on degradation • Desperation • Drooling/Salivating • Kissing • ...Leaking...iykyk • He's an old man who's never satisfied his primal desires, what did you expect • This entire fic and concept in general is TW worthy tbh-

I REGRET NOTHING ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“...You are a bloody!” Frollo spoke sharply. Taking a deep breath as he looked at you with a bitter gaze. His eyes were cold now, a sour expression on his face. His eyebrows were raised, as if he was trying to control his anger. He was currently in front of you in one of the many dungeon cells underneath the Notre Dame. “... How long do you think you're going to be alive? If you keep acting like this.” He said, sounding almost like he was threatening you.

And despite his subtle warnings, you kept your time in the cell undisturbed, paying no mind to his little hissy fit. To the point it looked like you were straight up ignoring him, which only fueled his already angered state. Demanding you to not even think of not listening to him whenever he spoke. But in all honesty, his constant irritation was just getting you more entertained by the man. It was like watching a child throw a tantrum. Well. You were more than ready to show him that he picked the wrong lady. That your abduction was an easily regrettable decision for him. He was stuck here with you, not the other way around.

Grinning with anticipation, you leaned against the wall with a careless posture. You couldn't care less about what series of threats he had to offer. “Mhmm? Won't that something you should be worrying about as well? Lusting after women and harassing them for centuries can cause for quite the revolution, if I may” you were sneering with sarcasm. “The most recent victim has certainly been influential. Miss Esmeralda, was it? It’s difficult to control yourself, isn’t it~?” you mocked

“... Silence yourself!” He yelled in a half-angry, half-desperately demanding tone, something that noticeably made you laugh out loud. Frollo felt a hit of shame and embarrassment by the fact that you've taken note of him lusting after her. It was a sin ...he wasn't supposed to feel this way. And it was that gypsy who has bewitched him! Tainting his purity with her alluring words and movements. At least, in the minister's head it was, blaming a fairly innocent soul for his own shameful and unholy impulses.

“Many peasants have faced the consequences of the witches’ actions through either custody or death. So choose your words carefully.” trying to warn you and keep you in line, but your reaction would be ...unexpected. “So what? Everybody will die one day.” You glanced back up to the priest and cocked your head to the side. “Perhaps nature shall take its course in the next future for me too. Who knows? Which would be beyond fine with me” you murmured with yet another chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “But atleast now you still have somebody to turn to, wouldn't you say?” He noticed you sending him a wink of mockery, but was too baffled by your sudden statement.

The eyes of the minister widened, as he heard you say that. “You... You don't value your people's freedom. You... You don't care about your own existence." He gritted his teeth. You could practically see his temper exploding. He never understood how somebody could be so unflappable towards the idea of their own very demise. He felt like he had no control over you, which infuriated him greatly. Though you remained in a calm posture, a look of disinterest in your eyes as he felt the need to mention it. “Look," you began with a bit of attitude, unconcerned about how far you might be pushing him over the edge with your next few words.

“Don't treat your lustful motives as superior over what I lack. Eventually, natural selection shall take its course for all of us anyway. And I'll greet it with open arms as soon as the time comes” you half assed with a small smirk. But Frollo? He did not like that one bit, seething with rage as he snapped

“You don't care if nature takes its course, huh!? Well, I will be the one to take its course, if you will not! I am going to give it my best to make you suffer. I shall tear you down with my own hands.”

You took in his words, as your grin slowly started to expand a little the more he went into detail about his description of how exactly he was gonna take your life. You softly chuckled at his threat, hanging your head down as your hair was resting over your eyes, covering them up as you continued to giggle with pure amusement. “Awh..~” you glanced up at the man once again, some of your teeth exposed with your grin as your eyes were smugly half lid. You readjusted your hand as you gently, yet firmly grabbed him by the jawline, placing your thumb right under his chin as you pressed his skin. “It is truly adorable how undeniably obsessed you are with me. Do you clop to the idea of hurting me too?”

You curled up your index finger as it caressed Frollo on his cheek, your little smirk becoming smaller, but still being very visible nonetheless. “I'm quite flattered, my sweet~” your prying eyes were full of glee as you fluttered your lashes, attracting the man even further if that was even possible. You took a step even closer towards him, your chest almost pressed onto him as you got further into his personal space, so inviting...

And oh dear God. Everything you just said... Your smirk, your stance. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were attempting to seduce him. You were trying to provoke him. And it was working. “H-hngh..!?” Frollo's breathing grew shallow. Every muscle in his body was starting to tighten in exasperation. He was shaking in anger. That's right. He was angry- so unbelievably, extraordinarily angry. But, he was also... Tempted.

And though his body was noticeably still somewhat stiff, you did not miss him beginning to melt into your touch, despite the obvious death stare in his eyes. He was so easily affected and getting worked up by your shenanigans, it was almost cute. Almost. You smirked to yourself as your soft fingers continued to tease his facial features. You were completely leaning into him at this point, both breasts squished onto him as you kept the eye contact with assertion.

Your free hand even wandered over towards the back of his neck, your fingers gently digging into his spine as you rubbed them up and down, but slowly beginning to add more pressure. “You seem to be making yourself comfortable with me quite swiftly, minister...” you stood on your toes to add on height and match his level, “Is that something you enjoy? Making quick development instead of taking things slowly~?” Frollo's heart literally started beating faster. The way you were saying these things. It was so very seductive. And your finger that was caressing him? You... A-Ah...

“H-How dare you!” His tone sounded so frustrated, like he was trying to hide something. Something he wouldn't want you to find out. You could practically see the rage in his eyes, but the way you spoke? And the way you got so close to him, you could practically feel his anger, his resentment, slowly melt away. His head started to turn red, as he gritted his teeth. He really couldn't take it, you had completely caught him in your trap. And you did that so... effortlessly.

It made him feel weak and submissive, a foreign feeling to the priest. You were completely dominating him. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. You made him vulnerable. You got into his... frozen and rock cold heart. You were in control now, and he was just so very powerless to your charms. His entire body was beginning to tremble. His breathing, it was slowly getting quicker and more shallow. It almost felt- the way you touched him, with such delicate care. The way you were teasing him like this. His entire body was starting to feel so hot. He felt the blood surging, pumping him up, preparing him for something he didn't dare to acknowledge.

And being less vigilant, he admitted to his thoughts much more easily. “It... astonishes me... when you... make me lose control” He said, the tone in his voice being a mix of anger and lust. Of desire. Of passion. Words that you hadn't really expected. You'd never guessed for a response like this. It was so sensual. He was clearly losing control now. The way he had just admitted to you that he was enjoying this? It felt as if he was a man on a chain. And you were the one holding it.

This was not supposed to be happening. Not like this. Frollo was... He was tempted. He was extremely tempted. He did not want to be tempted! He did not want to be lured by your feminine allure and your seducing gestures! Why. Why were you seducing him!? He was supposed to kill you, not fall for your antics dammit! He was literally getting flustered now, much to his embarrassment. And the way you pressed your body against his, as if trying to get as close as physically possible? It was really, REALLY making him nervous.

“Don't... you even DARE ...think that I am enjoying this! I... I am simply attempting to ...to” he began to trail off, unable to even think straight. And the more he was trying to desperately deny your claims, the more amused you became with the show. Without warning, you took another step forward and pressed your hips against him... pinning him with one of your thighs. Both of your bodies rubbing on one another as you adjusted your position again. Wanting to see just how hollow his words actually were.

And now he was definitely flustered. And you could tell. His breathing hastened, and he was literally going bright red. Frollo was trembling. And the fact that you could sense just how aroused he was, just made it worse. Because... Your intimate areas were rubbing against his, and there was not a single inch of space between the two of you. “S-Stop... this, you... Y-You witch..!”

His eyes widened as soon as you stepped into him further. You were just getting as intimate as could be. Your thighs and hips were rubbing against him. And it was making him... He was literally drooling now. Frollo was speechless. And he literally was making a mess out of himself. Like... He looked like a fool! One of the most dangerous people in the country, was... drooling... His mouth was open slightly, looking like he was going to say something. But instead, he closed his mouth shut again, and looked almost ashamed. As if he had been caught doing something humiliating.

Your eyes just lit up at the sight while you showed off your teeth with a shit-eating grin, confirming how amused you were by the situation. You tried making yourself even taller than before, as if trying to take away his confidence height-wise as well. You were having this heart-to-heart exchange with him face to face. Your face now literal millimetres away from his, intimidating.

But then you did something that caught him off guard, as you licked off the saliva that was dribbling down his mouth. Your tongue firstly stroking his spit-covered chin before seductively brushing it up to the crook of his mouth where the running drool started. But your tongue quickly wandered to his upper lip, sending a shock right through his veins. Your warm and sweet tongue began teasingly brushing left and right over the entrance of his lips, attempting to pry them open for a good three seconds before pulling back. You glanced at him right in the eye again, a cheeky glint in your eyes. “Aww, you poor man~ He almost spilled..~ Are you actually gonna soil yourself in front of me?” you purred with a tease.

As soon as you started licking the drool off of his lips, He got an electrical shock. A wave of pure nervousness and tingles running down his veins. The blush on his cheeks was getting redder, and you could hear his heartbeat. The saliva that was dropped, got licked up by you. You were staring at him so seductively. A warm, sweet feeling, of just pure ecstasy was flowing through his body.

And the way you were so close to him. You really were an actual princess. Or the queen of sin, rather. He looked like he was about to just collapse. Frollo... His wide eyes were now looking at your lips when you pulled back, and you could see the desire in them. And when you licked the saliva from his lips... He almost- almost let out a moan. He was literally about to melt away.

The priest's entire face flushed a deep, deep red. His blush was... it was so obvious to you, along with the fact that he was salivating at this. But the fact that you licked it off...? You could practically see his entire world begin to break down, right after that. You didn't just break his walls down. You obliterated them. He didn't know what to say. You were just... Ah, God. so, so cruel.

The way you did just that. The way you licked it. It was... Oh, heavens. You would be an absolute demon in bed. He blinked, shaking his head and basically still drooling all over himself. Damn it. What in the world.

“You... You b-bitc-... Yo-... wh-” He couldn't get a word out. He was too stunned. All of the blood in his body seemed to be rushing down to his cheeks at once. And he could feel a warm liquid start to soak into his undergarments. Yes. That thing, the thing that he desperately didn't want to get hard. He clenched his jaws shut, as he started to sweat. He didn't know how to react or respond. You were playing with him at this point. You could practically see the steam rising off of his head. And he could feel the liquid seeping into his cloth.

This whole situation was just mortifying to Frollo, both for his reputation and pride. He tried to take a step back, but he was getting too caught up in his own... reaction, to realize he had his back pressed against the wall in here. He could feel his breathing getting heavier. And just his reaction of shock was more than enough to keep you going, as your hand clung to the back of his neck, your fingertips digging into his flesh again. “I can’t help but wonder what other places are getting hot and moist for me” you purred with a mischievous chuckle, leaning in close to his face once again.

“I recommend you stay in line” you murmured with a sense of warning as you took his bottom lip between your teeth, the tip of your canine pressing into it. Your hot and damp tongue came in contact with it as you pressed it against his parted lips, teasingly tracing it against the entrance of his lips but never actually going inside his mouth... Smearing your saliva over the base of his lips, while you seductively sucked his bottom lip, just watching how long he could keep it up before losing his sense of self control

His body was quaking. His frame was like a leaf in the wind. He was being absolutely manhandled. The way you nibbled his lip, you were making his legs go weak. There were no words. There were just... sounds. Sounds coming from his throat, as the heat and moisture inside him really began to build up. The way you continued to use your tongue. The way you continued to play with his lip like a cat with a ball of yarn. It felt like this was never going to end. And he... his moans. You could hear his voice. Those soft moans, that were only for you to hear. He was losing focus, and he did not care. His body getting wet. And it was all your fault. You were doing this to him. You were teasing him, playing with him like a puppeteer.

His lips were now opening up for you. His mouth inviting. Something which made your eyes darken with glee as you got the ultimate invitation from him. Not hesitating for any second thoughts. Your tongue slowly wandered in and began brushing against his inner lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of having your tongue deep into the back of his mouth. You pressed it in further, going slightly deeper as you rubbed your tongue against his gum tissue. Before reaching the inferior labial frenulum, as you teasingly slid your tongue over it. And that... that was an especially loud moan, coming from a person like Frollo, who's usually calculated and reserved. Reserved on that level, as it was clear he was enjoying this right now.

He was being completely seduced and he didn't care. His vocal groans were beginning to fill the room. The way your tongue was exploring his mouth... It was sending shivers down his spine. His eyes widening as he felt himself start to become damp. Your hand, wrapped around the back of his neck with your fingers pressing into his flesh. He liked how you were being so rough and so dominating at the moment. But your comment, about his other... moistened areas. He felt a hot liquid rushing through his body as he thought about it, as if he was being cooked alive.

He was just completely, utterly, and miserably lost in you. His eyes were staring at yours, with that warm glaze of lustful desire. And he was letting his inner demons play with his soul. They weren't being suppressed anymore. They were getting out, completely free. He was struggling to keep himself from just giving into you. He was almost tempted to just... get on the bed, and invite you on top of him. His lips were now completely split apart. His mouth was inviting you to go in deeper. To do whatever you pleased. The tip of his tongue was inviting you. And you could practically taste his wet tongue. His breath was starting to falter. The way you rubbed against his gums, the movement was so perfect and experienced. Frollo's entire body felt hot and wet. And it was making him want more. So much more.....

You could definitely tell he was getting desperate. His tongue eagerly and impatiently begging for it to intertwine with yours. He wanted your tongue at the back of his throat... And feeling eager, he desperately began to lick at you, desperate to taste you. And wanting to feed into that desperation, you began moving your tongue up and down, making the tip of his tongue rub over yours. Right before your tongue began wandering, slipping it flat on top of his. You slowly began pressing your tongue to the back of his throat, using his tongue as a guide as you slid it down to his tonsils, rubbing them. Sometimes pulling back for just a few seconds before teasingly sliding it down again, keeping him needy for more.

He was practically begging for it by now. His mouth was literally begging for your tongue to get deeper. But you were just teasing him so hard, and that's what was making this so hot. The way your tongue was moving, it was like a damn tongue dance. And you were playing the damn instrument that was his mouth perfectly. Teasing his tongue, nibbing at it and just being absolutely filthy with him. His mouth was just yours now.

You were literally eating him, was the only thing Frollo could think. He couldn't help but groan out as soon as your tongue went deeper inside his mouth, sliding alongside his own tongue. Your warm, wet tongue was rubbing against the sensitive skin in there, and you were teasing his mouth. You were making him melt. You were... making him weak. His neck and back started to arch involuntarily. The way you slid it down his throat as it touched his tonsils... The priest's body was starting to jerk. His eyes went blank, as he let out moans and gasps. It felt like you were controlling his mind and body, and that only made him feel even more desperate and in need of you.

Frollo was in a trance, practically. You were just so tempting. So delicious. His voice was turning into pure moans as he opened his mouth, letting out the sound of a beg. It was as if he was trying to say he wanted it. That this was what he wanted. His jaw was opened, his hands were hanging limp besides his body, behaving so submissively. The minister, who had been feared by everybody around him, was just completely done for.

You pulled back for a bit, as he moaned out in relief. A string of saliva now connecting your tongue with his mouth. “Don't go rabid on me now. You've been wanting this for a long, long time, hmm?” you teased him as one of your hands travelled towards his chin, before you started pressing your thumb into his mouth. You pressed your finger on his tongue, sliding it further to the back of his throat, threatening to make him gag if he disobeyed and forcing his jaw open even further. “Be a big boy and open up wide for me..~” you purred with a sadistic giggle, tempting him by sticking out your tongue.

There was no way out of this. His expression now completely rearranged from frustrated, to a look which was flaring with excitement. He was literally sweating. In one move, you had basically turned him from an egotistical man, into your own personal toy at your disposal. You owned him. Even when he got some of his control back when you moved your mouth away from him, he didn't wanna stop what you were doing. He was just hopelessly addicted to you, His brain was you. Nothing BUT you.

“You're playing under my rules now, minister.”

And he was just another piece of your collection to satisfy your needs.

WARNING!!! 18+ writing--Including : sex, licking, tough sex(?), and loads of others.

Scene : S.W.A.T. 6 x 6 end. @ Hicks' office

God damn! What is going on with me?! Robert plumped into his office chair, rubbing his thumb against his jaw. He'd been thinking about Luca ALL DAY--The cool rhythm and accent he uses when talking, how he just simply stuffs his hands in the pocket and leans a bit forward, his sparkling eyes. Damn! Luca's eyes...... His jaw stung.

The phone rang. He eyed the screen--The match-maker.

"Hi, Doc." Robert grumbled.

"Hello, COMMANDER. Ready for your date? Don't worry. She's going to LOVE you."

"I'm not worried." said Robert in his usual tough voice. Then hung up. He didn't mean to be rude, but he was tired, and this whole dating thing was sucker than ever. It was supposed to be a distraction! Robert thought, feeling sorry for the girl tonight. It's going to be another time to waste.

He tugged on his tie, trying to bring it to the right place, but the whole thing loosened and fell instead. Robert sighed and stood up. He looked into the damned mirror. The dull uniform, himself clutching that stupid tie, and his forever tight pants. Definitely not a "Luca" person.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the door. They were coming closer. Robert quickly pretend rummaging his tie enthusiastically. He didn't want anyone notice his uneasiness.

"Commander, can I come in?" Shit! It was Luca--His beloved Dominique Luca.

Robert's hands got stiff. He looked up and said, as casually as possible, "Yeah, come in."

"Look, you can come clean, Commander. You shouldn't be going through this without some support."

What the FUCK is he talking about??!! Robert's mind went completely blank. He stared at Luca, just managing to spill out, "Going through what?"

"Look, Tan and I heard you talking with your doctor this morning......"

WHAT? They actually thought......? Hell man! He quickly explained to Luca about the MATCH-MAKER, still trying to ignore that the fact, his love was right in front of him.

The next thing Robert knew, Luca was flinging his arms on him, and hugging him tighter around the neck. His face buried in Robert's shirt.

Robert's heart nearly stopped. His breath was filled with Luca's good smell--It sounded gross, but oh! OH! Almost at the same moment, he felt it--A HARD-ON?! He immediately wanted to pull away from Luca's grasp. His eyes darting toward the restroom.

But Luca wouldn't let go.

"What the hell...... Luca?" Robert spluttered.

"I feel it." Luca gasped, his fingers moving hard and steady along the curve of Robert's body--Right to his hip. "You. Reacted. To. Me."

"I...I......" Robert felt all the blood flush on his cheeks. He tried to keep calm, "I'm your commander. Office...no...here......" He panted for air.

However, Luca already started to undo his belt. Robert's pants tightened as if about to burst while stripped off. That made him flush even more. His brief outlined the massive cock. It was still leaking, clearly since the brief was white. Robert wanted to hide the wet spot, but it was spreading--FAST, and his legs were trembling. He hardly walked but stumbled backward, resting his butt on the desk. His pants remain scrolled at his knees.

Luca approached, gently. He unbuttoned Robert's shirt. Only one before sliding his arms on his shoulders. Leaning forward, he whispered at Robert's left ear, "Permission to cum, SIR."

That. Does. It.

Robert let out a quick breathe. He was completely solid. As Luca pricked his fingers into the last bit of shield, Robert pulled him closer and pressed his lips on Luca's. After thirty seconds or so, Robert said, teeth clenched, his eyes blaring on Luca's hoodie, and with deep huffs he did his best to cover, "Rip it off, NOW!"

He did, with a "Copy that.", and torn Robert's underwear and shirt as revenge. With the soaked piece of cloth dumped on the floor, Robert was at the very edge of the table, Luca riding astride. His jeans also lying with other clothing. So they both touched. Luca's above.

"Still wanna have your date, Commander?" he said. His face inches from Robert's.

"Oh, shut up, Luca." Robert muttered, "And you still call me commander?!"

"Don't call me Luca, Then. Call my name," he swallowed, "you want." The last two words almost like a whimper.

"Dominique?" Shook head. "Dom?" Another shook. Robert opened his mouth, but hesitated this time. Finally, he let out, "Miqie?" A small grin appeared on Luca's face.

"Auky. What are you gonna call me?" Robert asked.

"I think I'll just call you SIR." Before Robert could even open his mouth, Luca slid down and knelt on both knees. He opened Robert's legs wider, and plunged through.

"Wha--"Robert gaped as Luca held his cock in his mouth. The feeling of licks and swallows was impossible to let him stay still. Bits and pieces of moaning continued to splurt out. Throwing back his head, Robert's hands clasped on the edge of the table. His nuckles were white. "No...no......ooh......" Then it came. A splint second when he had absolutely no idea about nothing. Like being strucked by pure white lightning. The sound of Luca choking and coughing flashed him back into reality.

"Are you ok?" Robert knelt down, too. "Spit it out! Don't--"

Luca gestured for him to stop. After a while, he looked up and beamed at Robert. Then, all of a sudden, Luca pressed him on the ground. "God you taste good." he murmured, and kissed Robert on the forehead. At last, lay down beside him.

"You know this is wierd, right?" Robert said as he held Luca's hand tight.

"You mean lying naked on your dirty office floor with you?" He laughed a little and added, "Sir."

"Ah, Miqie. Don't call me that. Next time when somebody else......" he sighed, "How are you supposed to listen to my command on the field after you sucked me?"

"I will." said Luca promptly, kissing Robert on the cheek. "And the only reason I call you sir is that...... You always act so...so serious and...I don't no if it's ok to call you, well......Bobby?"

Robert blinked and broke into the "what kind of dumb question are you asking" smile, "You just made me cum, and now you're asking if you can call me Bobby? Of course!" Then he added, "Oh, but if you dare use it in front of other officers, I'll kick your ass myself."

"Copy that, Commander Robert BOBBY Hicks." Luca placed his hand on Robert's chest. Robert covered it with his own and guided it to his heart. The low thumping sound made both of them quiet for a few minutes.

Then Robert Broke the silence, "I don't think I can kick your ass. I love you too much."

"Me, too."

The sun turned orange and casted through the frosted glass, while Robert and Luca got up, ready to go home.