You find yourself peeking in on Dark’s room, the door opened just a crack, but enough for you to see him sitting in a large, plush, circular black chair. His suit jacket was missing, his tie loose, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His pants were open, his legs spread, slowly stroking his cock, his teeth digging into his other hand in order to muffle his sounds. Dark wasn’t a loud man in the first place, but even around his hand, you could hear him panting, his soft, breathy sounds, his grunts as he bucked his hips a little. His hair was falling in his eyes, obscuring them from view, but judging by the red and blue gleam on the silver rings he wore on the hand he was biting, they must be glowing, gleaming with need as he stroked himself.
Dark was very pretty, his grey skin seeming to glow silver under the moonlight filtering in from the window. The shadows enveloping the other side of him all the more pronounced against the light. His breath audibly hitching every time he swiped his thumb over the head of his cock, hips bucking involuntarily, his hand beginning to move faster as he got closer, his aura writhing and curling behind him. He made a soft keening sound, twisting his wrist, and he dropped his hand altogether, letting his aura surge forward instead, translucent tendrils of pure shadow and magic coil around his cock, caressing his balls, and Dark fell back in the chair, the first, proper moan escaping him as his hips canted upwards. His shirt had ridden up a little, exposing the beginnings of what looked like a scar, a big scar, patterned almost like a spiderweb, or shattered glass.
Dark let his hand fall from his mouth to instead grip his tie and shirt, exposing more of the scar, his other hand digging into the cushions of the chair. With a few more tugs and squeezes of his aura, Dark was cumming, beautifully, his back arching a little, before his aura retreated, and he slumped, panting, humming softly as he rested against the pillows. In no hurry to clean up -- he didn’t know he was being watched, after all.
It wasn’t often you got offerings. You were a minor goddess, nothing special, your temple small and plain compared to the elaborate masterpieces that were dedicated to the more popular, powerful gods. But, you had a small following, and though your offerings weren’t grand or many, you treasured them anyway.
But this.
This was new.
There was...a man, tied to your alter. On his back, naked, gagged. Furious. He writhed on the cold marble, muffled sounds escaping him. His skin was pale, almost...grey, and when he finally glanced in your direction...
His eyes were blacker than the night
His eyes narrowed dangerously as your own shot wide, and he braced his feet against the surface of the altar, arching his back and straining his wrists against the ropes. Despite yourself, your cheeks began to burn with a blush. And -- despite yourself -- you couldn’t help but admire him. He was -- beautiful, for a mortal. His hair slightly curly, wavy, and so black it seemed to absorb the light. His body was -- perfect, perfectly built, defined, and --
You were so busy admiring him, lost in your fantasies, you didn’t notice him managing to slip one wrist free of his bonds.
Didn’t notice him free his other, didn’t notice him sit up, too busy watching the muscles in his abdomen move.
You did notice him reaching to untie his ankles, watched him rip the gag free of his mouth. You didn’t move, even as he stood, and -- oh he was tall. At least a foot taller than you, and when he approached, you backed up, until your back hit one of the pillars that supported the roof of your temple. He crowded close, forcing you to tilt your head back to a near uncomfortable amount to face him.
“So you’re the goddess I was being sacrificed to?” His voice made your knees weak, deep and rich and almost musical. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to tilt your head further, and you couldn’t help but gasp at how cold his hand were. He hummed softly, glancing over you, and you had to fight your whimper. “You don’t look like much. Are you sure you’re a goddess? Are you sure you’re not some peasant who wandered where they didn’t belong?”
You tried to muster something back. An indignant expression, a glare anything, but all you managed was a weak, almost whiny protest of, “I am a goddess. I could smite you here and now.”
He laughed. He actually laughed, and you could feel his chest vibrated with he rich sound with how close he was to you. A challenge glittered in his eyes as he grinned, and the shiver that went down your spine threatened to make your legs give out again. “Smite me, hm?” He leaned in closer, bordering too close, yet something in you wanted him closer still. His voice dropped to a low purr that had your breath catching in your throat. “Are you sure you want to smite such a generous offering your people gave you?”
You swallowed. “I --”
You didn’t get much else out before he was kissing you.
You squeaked into the kiss, going rigid even as he growled and nipped roughly at your lip. His hand fell away from your chin, both now wandering to your hips, and suddenly he was lifting you to be more eye level with him. You squeaked again, gasping into the kiss as you instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him. Your robes were bunching up between you, doing nothing but getting in the way, and you whined, trying to grind against him anyway.
...Only for him to pull back and grin again, panting, breathless. “Needy little goddess, aren’t you.” He pecked your lips again, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand, and his voice took on a pitying, mocking tone. “Don’t worry, dear. I know just how to take care of you.”
Your face burned, and you opened your mouth to protest, but then he was backing away from the pillar, making no move to support you, leaving your only option to cling to him desperately, pressing yourself close and beyond flustered. You could feel the tip of his cock pressing against you, and it only made you blush harder, and bury your face in his chest, panting against his skin.
And then, he was prying you off his body, spinning you around, and bending you over your own alter.
You gasped sharply, scrambling to find a handhold on the smooth marble as your toes scraped at the floor -- not for the first time, you cursed your height. Just as you got your bearings, precariously balanced on your toes and gripping the slight lip on the sides of the altar, he was pushing up your robes, exposing you, and you made a soft, high sound, hiding your face in the marble. All he did was chuckle, slipping one hand beneath your robes to roam across your back, his cold hand making you shiver.
At least, until he was pressing two fingers into your cunt.
You yelped out a started moan, losing your balance on your toes, and the sudden shift in angle making his fingers press hard against your inner walls. You struggled to get your balance back, but then he began to slowly move his fingers, pumping them in and out of you, and that made it so much harder as you took to panting and squirming.
“Is something wrong, goddess?” You could hear the smugness in his voice, the mockingness, and your cheeks flamed darker. And then he was pressing a third finger inside you, and your breath caught in your throat, thighs shaking, just barely balanced once more. You could feel your slick beginning to drip down your thighs as he fucked his fingers into you, and as he curled his fingers slightly, grazing against that spot, a loud, keening moan escaped you, your forehead pressed to the marble. “Surely some mere mortal can’t make you fall apart so easily? Surely, as a goddess, you have more to offer than this?”
He pressed his fingers directly against your g-spot, and the stars that erupted across were enough to almost make you orgasm before you’d barely even begun. And then, he was pulling his fingers away, leaving you wet and aching and whining at the emptiness. He made a pitying sound, his hand shifting from your back to your waist. “Don’t worry, dear. I said I’d take care of you. And I keep my promises.”
With that, he began to ease his cock inside of you, going purposefully slow to make you squirm and whimper and whine. You tried to push back against him, to get him to go faster, but with your precarious balance, there wasn’t much you could except just take his teasing. His shallow thrusting as he pushed deeper inside of you, making you feel every inch of him sliding into your cunt, until he finally bottomed out with a soft groan. Your knuckles were white with how tightly you gripping onto the altar, and with another devilish grin, he was draping over your back, shifting his angle inside you, and prying your hands free. He reached further still to grab a piece of the rope he’d once been bound with, and used it to tie your wrists together in front of you, preventing you from holding onto the one thing you could.
He shifted back upright, thumbing a circle into your hip, before he began to move.
Immediately, you were knocked back off balance as he picked up a rough, fast pace, pounding into you and sending you rocking back into the altar. Your feet scrambled at the ground, struggling desperately as moans and gasps were forced out of you, but you didn’t have the focus nor the strength to keep your balance anymore, your hands curled into fists in front of you, leaving the only thing keeping you remotely upright and actually on the altar he himself as he roughly thrust into you, his deep moans and growls sending nothing but arousal spiking through your core.
He draped himself over your back again, those sounds being purred directly into your ear, and his hand that wasn’t on your hip fisted tight in your hair, yanking your head up. You let him, let your mouth fall open, panting between moans, eyes closed, and another keening sound escaped you as he began pressing light kisses to your throat. You were already close with just his fingers, you didn’t think you’d last much longer, not like this --
He shifted his hips a little, enough to suddenly be ramming against your little spot, and he fucking sank his teeth into your throat with a possessive growl -- it was enough to send you rocketing over the edge.
Your vision went white, your ears rang, and when you came to, it was just in time to feel him cum inside you, burying himself as deep as he could. The two of you laid there, panting, for a moment, before he carefully pried his teeth free of your throat, leaving behind a mark the dripped the golden blood of gods. He slowly pulled out of you, pulling your robes back down to cover you, and lifted you up to lay you more securely across the altar.
He made to leave, but he paused, turning back around, and he cupped your cheek, humming softly. “...Perhaps, goddess, if you desire...I could arrange to be brought as your ‘offering’ again.”
You could only manage a weak nod, staring up at him and into his strange, black irises. “...I...wouldn’t mind...”
He chuckled at that, kissing you softly, before turning and walking back to the village, completely naked still, and leaving you bound and spent on your own altar.
31 Days of Kink, Day 15: Human Furniture & Uniform (in this case, that of a butler)
Too tired to come up with a detailed prompt, but I like the idea that this au has a planet/society where having pet furniture is totally normal, and Lance (as usual) stumbles into the wrong place at the wrong time ;^)
Can I request some good ole Host x Dr. Iplier where Host is constantly teasing the other all day, whispering dirty things to him in front of everyone until the Doc just bluntly says “Fuck me now, or you get nothing for a month” to Host in front of everyone. Which Host gladly complies, of course~
The Host was a Goddamn tease.
Dr. Iplier glared at him at him at the meeting table, one of the boring, monthly meetings where Wilford was up rambling about TV show and gesturing at a screen filled with static as if there was something actually there. Dr. Iplier wasn’t listening, too busy trying to hide the tent in his jeans from Silver next to him. His face was slowly getting redder and redder, and the Host wouldn’t shut up with that Goddamn smirk --
All day the Host had kept this up, since they’d sat down for breakfast that morning. Muttering things under his breath under the guise of his narrations, making phantoms of his mouth tease Dr. Iplier, phantoms of his fingers pressing deep inside him. It was all Dr. Iplier could do to not make a sound, not to moan or whine as the phantoms disappeared just as quickly as they arrived. It was driving him mad. And all he could do was stare at the Host’s lips, watching them move in inaudible whispers, the instruments of this torture.
His breath choked in his throat when he felt something a bit thicker than the Host’s fingers slide into his ass, the Host’s tongue teasing the head of his cock, he could feel his pre soaking into his underwear -- Google and Ed were giving him odd looks from across the table, and Bim was beginning to shoot him side glances. Dr. Iplier didn’t care. He didn’t care, and the Host was grinning, and then he was licking his lips, and his tongue -- !
Dr. Iplier abruptly stood, grabbing the Host by the lapels of his coat and hauling him to his feet. “Fuck me,” he hissed. “Fuck me, right now, right here, or you don’t get anything for a fucking month.”
The Host grinned, crowding Dr. Iplier against the table, pressing right up against him with his hand trapping him on either side, braced against the table. The room had gone dead quite, watching them, and Dr. Iplier flushed a brilliant red once he remembered there were eyes on him. He was unable to stop the small, high-pitched sound when the Host lips found his throat, his hands gripping tight to the Host’s coat.
“Since Dr. Iplier asked so nicely~” The Host’s teeth grazed against his skin, seemingly uncaring about the others. “The Host will be delighted to oblige.”
The Host woke first, shifting up so his head was no longer tucked under Dr. Iplier’s chin and instead was buried against his shoulder. It was early – early for them, at least – the sun shining through the window and making their bedroom glow. The Host hummed, pressing soft kisses to Dr. Iplier’s skin.
Dr. Iplier woke not too long after, sighing softly and tilting his head as the Host sucked a mark into his skin, arms still wrapped tight around each other. He laughed lightly, softly, as he turned his head to capture the Host’s lips. He hadn’t even bothered to open his eyes – his eyelids still felt too heavy with sleep to open. The broke apart with a slight sound, the Host’s legs shifting under the covers and tangling with Dr. Iplier’s. Dr. Iplier huffed another laugh, turning to bury his face against the Host’s throat. His voice was still rough with sleep. “Needy, my dear?”
The Host just hummed, though he gasped softly when Dr. Iplier began idly sucking a matching mark into his throat. He squirmed a little, whimpering slightly, and mumbled a few quick words, making their pajamas vanish, till it was just warm skin against warm skin. The Host whimpered again, nestling against Dr. Iplier. “Please…”
Dr. Iplier didn’t delay any longer, pushing his cock into the Host’s hole, groaning softly in appreciation when he felt that the Host had slicked and prepared himself with his words. The Host moaned, clinging to Dr. Iplier as he gently rocked into him. He gently mouthed against Dr. Iplier’s throat, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses. He rocked his hips to meet Dr. Iplier’s thrusts, soft gasps and moans filling the air. There was no desperation involved, no hard fucking; it was tender and soft and gentle and warm and loving, and neither really wanted it to end.
But, the Host could feel his climax approaching, washing over him like a gentle wave. He clenched around Dr. Iplier, rolling his hips down, breath catching in his throat as he painted both their stomachs and chests white. Dr. Iplier let out a choked moan, holding the Host as close as possible as he came deep inside him.
Both lay there, panting, for a moment, basking in the warm afterglow and the warmth of each other and the sun. After a bit, Dr. Iplier pulled out, the Host mumbled under his breath to clean up the mess, and they both fell asleep again, tangled in each other’s arms.
Doc, my boot kink is raging and you’ve made me love Reynolds. Would you please write something x reader with him worshipping the readers boots please? Xx
Reynolds knelt at your feet, naked save for the rope that bound his wrists in front of him. He squirmed in place, a tiny whine escaping him as he bit his lip. The desperation in his eyes almost outshone the adoration as he stared up at you.
You leaned back in your chair, wearing nothing but a pair of black, knee-high leather boots yourself. You could see the little bullet vibrator you’d taped to the head of his cock still buzzing away, making him shift on his knees as he stared up at you with desperate, pleading eyes. “Needy, pet?” Reynolds bit his lip again, bowing his head and shifting. You raised an eyebrow, lifting his head back up with your boot. He was panting a bit now, and you fiddled with the remote in your head, dialing up the vibrations of the bullet a couple settings. Reynolds moaned softly, whimpering and squirming in place.
You shifted your boot, pressing the toe against his lips, and Reynolds didn’t hesitate, dragging his tongue across the leather eagerly. You hooked your leg between his bound arms, lowering your boot to the floor, and Reynolds followed, lavishing the leather with attention. Arousal pooled heavy in your belly at the sight, shuddering a little at the feeling of the light pressure of his tongue you could feel through your boot. You tossed your other leg over the one Reynolds was worshipping, propping your elbow up on your thigh and resting your cheek on your fist as you watched. “Do a good job, pet, and I’ll let you cum.”
Fucking hell, I have a consensual non-con kink as well as a predator/prey kink (but to be fair, I think they go hand in hand with each other), if you'd ever write that scenario it would be a one hit kill and you'd lose a follower, I'd have to follow you from my grave as a ghost
King couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched.
He’d never felt so unsafe in the forest out behind the manor before. He kept glancing over his shoulder, nervously checking for anyone else out there among the trees as he went through his routine. He just had to feed his squirrels, and some of the other critters that liked to visit him, and then he could retreat back into his treehouse.
His skin was crawling by the time he was done, and he stood, nervously wringing his cape in his hands. His treehouse was just on the other side of the clearing, surely nothing bad could happen, right?
King made it two steps before a strong arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him back against a broad chest, and a hand was clamping tight over his mouth.
King shrieked and tried to struggle, but the one behind him was strong, impossibly strong, and King could barely squirm in his hold. He felt his breath by his ear, King’s eyes wide with fear. “Hello, little lamb…” The voice was a low, threatening purr that sent ice trickling down King’s spine. “What are you doing out here, all alone, where some big bad wolf may find you?”
King closed his eyes, breathing heavily, as his attacker’s hand wandered downwards, palming the front of King’s jeans before effortlessly flicking open the button and pulling down the zipper. King’s cheeks flamed bright red as his attacker pushed his jeans and boxers down, wrapping a hand around his exposed dick.
He didn’t know what to do. What could he do? He couldn’t run very far, not with his pants pushed down to his knees, and the man behind him was clearly so much stronger than he was. What chance did he have?
He had to at least try, right?
King whimpered, trying not to focus on the gentle, dry strokes to his cock, slowly hardening in his attacker’s hand. His other hand shifted from King’s mouth, holding up three fingers instead. “Suck, little lamb.”
King took his chance, and elbowed his attacker in the ribs.
He stumbled back a pained, startled sound, and King wrestled free of his grasp. He ran, struggling to pull his pants back up, and he could hear his attacker behind him. Fear was making his pulse pound loud and clear in his ears, and unfortunately, he tripped, falling face-first into the grass with a cry that was almost a sob.
It certainly was a sob when he felt a weight settle on his legs, and his attacker laughed, grabbing King’s hips and lifting them up, almost presenting King’s exposed ass as he pulled off King’s cape. “Aww, good try, little lamb. But you can’t get away from me that easily.” He pushed his three fingers into King’s mouth, grip tightening on his hip in warning. “Now suck.”
Through his tears, King hesitantly did so, swirling his tongue around the fingers in his mouth, coating them in his spit. His attacker groaned softly, rolling his hips against King’s ass, and King could feel how hard he was, and he just squeezed his eyes shut again, tears rolling down his cheeks.
After a bit, the fingers were pulled away, and King heard the sounds of his attacker undoing his own zipper. King was given no prep before he began to push in, only his spit as lube, and King cried out at the burning stretch. He was breathing heavily, eyes glazing over as his attacker bottomed out, fistfuls of grass clutched in his hands.
At that moment, all the touches to his body softened, and he felt Bim lean over him to whisper in his ear, running a hand through King’s hair gently and raking his nails over that one spot behind King’s ear that just made him melt. “Are you okay?”
King nodded without hesitation, not trusting his voice. His pulse was pounding heavily in his ears, and his ass hurt a little, but God it felt so good. King had never been so hard in his life, even though he was a little thankful he’d prepared himself before this.
Bim hummed softly, pressing a little kiss to King’s throat. His hand suddenly tightened in King’s hair, tight enough to make King wince, and then he was moving, fucking King hard into the ground. His hand slid back down to grip tight to King’s hips, his moans ringing through the air, even as King sobbed beneath him.
But…it didn’t take long for pain to give way to pleasure, and soon King was trying to stifle his own sounds. It felt good, and King hated it, and he hid his face in the grass when a small moan escaped him.
There was a hand in his hair again, tugging his head upright forcefully, and King cried out. “No hiding from me, little lamb. I want to hear your pretty sounds.”
King whimpered, but it turned into a moan tore from his throat when his attacker shifted and began pounding into King’s sweet spot. Stars danced in King’s vision, fingers digging into the grass, and loud, keening moans spilling from his lips as his attacker wrapped his hand around King’s neglected cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. It didn’t take much more for King to cum, spilling all over his attackers hand and tears still cascading down his face.
“Oh – fuck!” His attacker suddenly stilled, and King felt him cum, filling up his insides, and his dropped his hair, letting King collapse to the forest floor. King was hardly aware now, very close to passing out, and he hardly felt him pull out. He did hear him snap his fingers, and the sticky mess vanished.
The next thing King knew, he was being wrapped in the softness of his cape, and being lifted into Bim’s arms. King snuggled close, humming softly, and Bim laughed a little. “Your face is all covered in mud and grass.”
King snorted, cracking one eye open sleepily. “Wonder why…”
Bim smiled a little, pressing a kiss to King’s forehead. “Hold on, I’ll get a bath going for you. And – thanks. For indulging me.”
King smiled a little himself, snuggling closer as Bim teleported them both back to King’s bedroom in the manor. “It was fun. Don’t wanna do it too often though. Intense.”
“Yeah, just a bit.” Bim set him down on his bed, and carded his hand through his hair again. “Be right back.”
I can't get the image of Bim teasing King all day until King just snaps and fucks him over the closest surface so now you have to have that image in your head too
In hindsight, King should’ve known Bim was going to be like this.
The second he saw the look in Bim’s eyes that morning when he’d woken up, he should’ve known.
Bim was such a tease. All day, he’d been driving King wild. ‘Innocently’ resting his hand a little too high up King’s thigh at breakfast, pressing up behind him to leave little nips and kisses on his throat, brushing his hand over the front of King’s jeans as he passed. King was a flustered mess, just thankful for his cape that he could use to hide the bulge in his jeans.
Currently, King sat alone in the living area, watching some mindless TV show on Netflix. It was a decent enough distraction, and King quickly found himself lost in it. There was nothing much better to do.
That is, until Bim appeared out of nowhere and dropped himself into King’s lap.
King let out a startled squeak, and Bim flashed him a wicked grin, grinding his ass against him. A surprised groan escaped King, and his hands moved as if to hold Bim’s hips, but then he could feel Bim’s magic pinning him down, leaving him to Bim’s mercy.
Bim put on a show, letting his eyes flutter shut as he worked his hips. Letting out loud, exaggerated moans that had King blushing furiously with the idea that anyone could hear him, walk in, see them.
And then Bim was vanishing again, appearing in the entrance to the living area, and he blew King a cheeky kiss.
“Oh no you fucking don’t –” King scrambled to his feet, and something glinted in Bim’s eyes, even as his expression dropped into something only describable as ‘oh shit’. He made to run, but he never got that far as King slammed him against the wall, pressing up close behind him and slotting himself against Bim’s ass. Bim grinned, laughing a little, and King growled low his throat. “Is this what you wanted? Get me all riled up, till I fuck you over the nearest surface?”
Bim licked his lips, cheek pressed against the wall with King’s hand fisted tight in his hair. “Maaaaybe~”
King’s fist tightened, and Bim winced, but his grin didn’t fade, still trying to grind back against King. “Yeah? Well you get your fucking wish.”
He hauled Bim off the wall, just to throw him over the arm of the nearest loveseat. Bim laughed again, wiggling his hips enticingly, spreading his legs wide. King swore, struggling to get his jeans open. “Lube, Bim. Unless you want me to fuck you dry.”
Bim whimpered, shuddering, and he snapped his fingers. A little bottle of lube appeared in King’s hand just as he pulled his cock out, and King was almost too impatient to use it anyway, but he didn’t want to hurt Bim no matter how pissed he was. So he poured some into his palm, shoving the bottle in his pocket. He coated his cock as he reached around to undo Bim’s belt, and Bim shamelessly began humping in his hand. King could feel how hard he was, but he just snorted, and pulled his hand away once he’d accomplished his task, leaving Bim to whine.
When King pulled Bim’s pants down – just enough to expose his hole, but left his dick trapped in fabric – he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“You little fucking slut.” King tugged lightly on the base of the bright purple plug buried in Bim’s ass. Bim let out a soft moan, hiding his face in a throw pillow. “You really did want this. You prepared for this.” King draped himself down Bim’s back, pressed him harder against the arm of the loveseat, and Bim gasped, whining pathetically as he tried to move his hips. “Part of me just wants to leave you here like this,” King growled lowly into Bim’s ear, “horny and desperate, for the next ego to find. Would you like that, Bim, instead? Maybe Wilford would come in here, make you cum until you can’t anymore. Or maybe Google, or Bing, or both. Who knows what kinds of settings they have?”
Bim groaned into the pillow, and King could see the brilliant red blush creeping down his neck. “King, please, I don’t want anyone else!”
King grinned, and he pushed himself upright. He pulled the plug out roughly, carelessly tossing it onto the loveseat as he slammed himself into Bim, immediately setting rough, fast pace. Bim moaned, loudly, and King slammed a hand over his mouth, hauling him more upright with his other hand braced on Bim’s back. Bim reached up to grip King’s wrist tight, not to pull him away, just for something to hold onto as his other hand scrambled for purchase on the couch.
King vented out all his pent-up frustrations Bim had caused him throughout the day, spitting out degrading names that he’d never say in any other scenario. Bim’s eyes were glazed over from the pleasure, muffled moans still loud under King’s hand. Even after wearing that plug for God knows how long, he was still so tight and hot, and King bit his lip, fingers digging into Bim’s cheek and back.
Bim’s grip tightened on King’s wrist, his moans stuttering with gasps, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he came, clenching tight around King. King bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, squeezing his eyes shut as Bim’s orgasm tipped him over the edge as well. He fucked Bim through his orgasm, riding out his high as long as possible, till Bim began squirming and whining from the overstimulation.
King dropped his hand from Bim’s mouth, letting him fall back onto the loveseat. He leaned forward, unintentionally (but a little intentionally) pushing himself deeper, and Bim whimpered and fluttered around him. King grabbed the plug, pulling out just to replace his cock with it, and Bim made a soft sound, squirming some more.
King tuck himself back into his underwear, zipping back up his jeans, and he pulled Bim’s pants back up and made him stand. Bim was a mess: his hair was a tousled disaster, his glasses crooked, eyes still a little glazed, suit all rumpled, and of course his open belt and the big wet stain on the front of his pants. King licked his lips, and flashed a crooked little smile. “You better go get changed, Bim. Or do want everyone to see that stain?”
Bim glanced down, and his face reddened. He turned to leave, and King smack his ass lightly, sending Bim staggering forward and partially stifling another moan as the plug shifted. King watched him go, before settling back on the couch and rewinding the show he was watching.
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