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[ OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm. & [ BEG ]:  sender  begs  receiver  to  touch  /  fuck  them. // 🫶💕

answered prompt for @vzmky ! ( 𖥔 )

      𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒. gracing ears, metal cuffs protesting against a rusted iron pipe protruding from concrete. each movement the man makes ensures his chain grinds with a faint 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 screech. perhaps fervent skin reveled the bitter cold cement, scratching soft tissue and leaving tender marks in its wake. garments were torn asunder, an obsidian pile gathered beneath his arched back, you want to pour kerosene over that pretty face. light a match and observe as bellowing pleas rupture from hoarse lungs : his voice was like a soothing purr, dripping cyanide laced honey. it moaned through syllables reminiscent of his name. fettering with shameless need as his tongue lavished the crown of his 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 cock, kneeled over and shoving thighs apart whenever they attempted to close around him. middle fingers are crooked inside, brushing nerves that jolted those hips and dragged out another sound only then does he take the extent into his mouth, gutting the back of a throat that refused to flinch.

      empty bottles litter landscape, 𝐋𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐑 decanter shattered moments prior / crystal shards glistened too close for comfort. as though the other could avoid them with wrists bound and settled above head. he wonders if they’ll bruise a certain hue, steel gnawing deep without promised release. another praise ushers from those chapped, however graceful lips. fingers circle around himself, stoking in languid strides to match thrusts. allowing him to rock between each facet of pleasure, mouth and the appendages plummeting his entryway. choso can feel this man’s arousal 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁 and engorge again, revealing how close he was yet again. appearing more quaint about it in hopes to throw him off. he suspects there may be an ulterior motive behind it, to come down his throat and snicker when it is promptly 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 out. the mere visual raised blood pressure, encouraging teeth to scrape on his withdraw for air.

      pace yourself, that made you dizzy. ❛ you need it, don’t you ? ❞ drowned timbre, sore and wracked with intoxication. digits gave a nonchalant 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 within him, hooking as eyes search for a reaction, half-lidded and dithering from coherency. ❛ for me to use you like a whore ... ❞ quite a sight to behold, the way his pet stirred and couldn’t bring himself to properly focus anymore. at least not enough to warrant something smug translucent streaks decorate his chest, each symbolizes a consecutive 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐗 followed like clockwork. all belonging to suguru’s own sick depravity. he enjoyed this, being unraveled at the seams and stripped down to his core. ❛ you’re sure as hell spread like one. ❞ balance at that edge, maintain that watchful gaze, and get off to it until you’re nearly there alongside him. breath becomes labored, shaking as his palm slides 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 at his shaft and immediately stilling when ecstasy brims at the surface. there were desperate pleas resonating beneath him, quiet and almost going unnoticed. beckoning for more than what is being offered, miserable whimpers and a weary sob to compliment tears falling from his flushed cheeks. so … aggravatingly captivating.

      those serene, dark strands framing his features as sweat began to tumble in a downward spiral. it clicks like a flickering flame, replacing fingers with the head of his arousal against an entrance 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 patiently for him. preparation was always an afterthought, having brought an oil specifically for him this time around to make it a much easier transition. still, he didn’t care for the other’s comfort. then why did you go out of your way ? a hand gestures behind his knee, lifting and pushing it up just a bit higher. their mirrored stare is unyielding, peering into him all the while thrusting forward with a single 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 motion. it gave him fleeting pause, other hand splayed beside his waist and promptly ignoring the glass sinking through the expanse of his palm. it did little in dampening his warm embrace , buried at the hilt and shutting eyes to ride that sensation a few minutes longer. trembling spine bends, forehead resting against his diaphragm. ❛ fuck. ❞ slow, be leisure and regain your composure. ❛ you’re so tight, it’s gonna make me come. ❞