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Despite Eli having climaxed, Bass continued to perform a few more thrusts. The tightness caused by the survivor's orgasm was oh so pleasant, but he still needed a little more pressure to tip over the edge himself. For the whole duration, his jaw remained clenched around Eli's shoulder. And the hold did not release even during the soft rutting, as he spilled within the survivor's body. Only did he let go, when he felt himself soften, growling lowly into Eli's ear.
"So good," he continued with the praises, leaving a kiss on Eli's neck. "Such a good pet."
But even when they both were satisfied, the Bastard did not let go of his pet. He continued to hold him close, kissing the neck and breathing down his nape. He needed to have Eli close. Not tight enough to make it impossible for Eli to breathe, but still showing that the survivor was not yet allowed to leave.
Eli settled back against him, breathing hard and physically relaxing against him. His head was swimming with pleasure, the soft feelings of affection welling up and fading gently out like the waves on a calm beach.
Even as the ropes still held his arms tight, they felt good. Secure, in a way, just the way it felt when the Entity praised him so sweetly. The kisses and touch kept him grounded enough to keep him from falling off completely into a headspace that might not be good for him, but they were still gentle enough to keep him in that good feeling for a little while longer.
Eventually, though, the ropes did begin to pinch. Eli nuzzled into Bass’s neck with a soft hum. “Can we lie down now?”
Bass was thrilled by the results, but he could also feel Eli slowly reaching his limit. It felt like the agreed time had passed, maybe a little longer even. And he shouldn't make the survivor lose just for his own pleasure. How unfair would that be, when the other was being such a good thing for him?
"Such a good boy. You've done so well, and now you may cum, pup" he whispered into Eli's ear, thrusting nicely into that sweet spot.
Bass could hold himself back for as long as he wished, fuck into that pleasant tightness for an entire evening or what counted as one. But he too wished to finish their first round. Why deny yourself the pleasure and edge, when you could simply continue fucking into that body with multiple releases and breaks in between.
No, he was going ahead of himself. Frustration bubbling, the need for his pet growing stronger. It surfaced though a growl and a bite, the Entity sinking his teeth into that delectable flesh, never stopping his thrusts. It was like he needed to hold his lover close, to ensure he would not flee. A primal need to fuck into another body, and fill it with his seed.
And just like that, Eli was on the edge again. The praises and pet names filled his head back up with that wonderful fog, and the knowledge that he’d won and made his master happy in the process just made it so much easier to drop right back into the moment.
Eli didn’t hold back the pants and moans that spilled out of him was he spiraled rapidly towards climax, nearly going limp as he allowed the Entity to lead the charge, holding him close and fucking into him. And he was already right there, right there, when Bass bit him.
He came almost immediately as he felt those teeth sink into his flesh. He liked the feeling of being bitten during sex, sure, but this was more than that. It was primal, it was possessive, it made Eli feel wanted and craved and like he fully belonged to someone, and all of that combined with all of the stuff leaning up to it was more than enough to send him right over the edge.
It was always pleasant having an honest lover in your arms. One that didn't hold back from telling you how good they felt. And sure, the shy ones were also adorable in their own right. The thrill of forcing the sounds of pleasure out of them was always irresistible. But variety chased away routine and boredom. Because Bass needed a range of emotions. And Eli was currently similar to a birthday cake. Something you rarely consume, and look forward to tasting again.
"Is it that good, darling?" He asked, giving a quick peck on Eli's lips. "I can make it feel so much better."
Was that a promise or a threat? Anything was possible with the Entity. And it was not like they were limited by time. It was also not like he could physically break his little toy. This was the fog realm. Eli was already well prepared, and Bass just couldn't hold back any longer.
The first thrust was experimental, ensuring that Eli would not experience any pain or discomfort. The second more confident, the Entity having found a comfortable position in between the survivor's legs. And then, he set a steady pace of strong determined thrusts.
Eli chased after Bass’s lips as far as his restraints would let him, like a desperate animal desperate for affection. The Entity had him wrapped around his finger, pulling at his every want and need like a puppet pulling strings, and despite all of the survivor’s tendencies towards rebellion he couldn’t help but fall deep into that floating space beyond sense or reason in his mind.
His head was in the clouds, chasing that euphoric high the Entity was so generous in sharing with him. It didn’t take long for the Bastard’s thrusts to reach a fever pitch, hitting him in just the right way to turn him into a whimpering mess beneath him. His words didn’t work anymore, aside from the errant “please” and “more”, begging for culmination as he arched his spine over the sheets.
“Yes- Master- Thank you, Master- Fuck.” Eli tugged on the ropes, holding on for dear life as the aphrodisiac practically drowned his brain in bliss. He was racing towards climax and it was all he could do to try and stay in the moment and not become lost completely.
As Eli was feeding Bass with all of those pretty words, the Entity didn't even think of stopping or teasing his pet. Although that did pass through his mind, he was willing to continue until the other was satisfied, maintaining those same harsh deep thrusts.
"Good boy, such a good boy," the Entity purred out sweet praises. If he was considering punishments for poor behaviour, he had to also maintain rewards. And something told him that Eli would be weak for such approach.
More spit was produced, coating the Entity's fingers to ensure they would slide pleasantly instead of rubbing at sensitive skin. Although, considering the beads of pre that were already decorating Eli's tip, perhaps he didn't have to. Still, just to save Eli hitting overstimulation too soon, he reduced the effects of the aphrodisiac for this dose. How awful would it be to have the fun end too soon.
Eli's cock was taken into a gentle hold by the Entity, the movements of the Bastard's hand slower than the thrusts. His thumb rubbed over the sensitive gland with each finished movement, before returning down to the survivor's base. But then an idea formed in his mind, and he allowed his hand to return to Eli's hip, as his thrusts briefly slowed.
"Are you able to hold back for me, pup?" In the end, he could not resist the temptation to tease poor Eli. "If you can hold back your climax for the next five minutes, I will allow you one wish. Anything you will want for me to do to you. But if you cum before the time is up, I will do whatever I wish with you, until I am satisfied."
God, he was so close. The Entity’s hand stroking him had him right on the edge, so close to teetering over into climax.
And then the touch was gone. It took a moment for Eli to process what was being said, looking up at his master with glazed eyes.
A challenge? Eli breathed heavily, stretching his back to relieve some of the tension coiling in his abdomen. But the idea of a challenge piqued his interest, slicing through his reverie like a knife to bring back some much needed clarity.
Eli’s lips curled up in an eager grin. He loved a challenge, especially these kind. “Sounds like a deal,” he said as his determination solidified.
The challenge was motivated by the Bastard's curiosity. He wanted to know how much Eli could endure. See how determined he was. And discover whether the promise of a reward would motivate the survivor. But he could not predict just how eager Eli would be to win.
Despite the other clearly holding back by thin threads, the Entity did not attempt to cheat their little game. He could have added more aphrodisiac. He could have started to toy with other parts of Eli's body. He could have done so many things, and yet he only chose to change their position.
Pulling Eli up into his lap brought their bodies closer together. The rope that held Eli's arms over his body shifted, aiding his arms safely to be positioned behind his back. He was still not allowed to move freely or touch the Bastard as promised before. Instead, it was the Entity who held on, moving Eli's body up and down his cock, thrusting up into the shivering body.
"So close," the Entity groaned into Eli's ear, now having him close enough to nibble on the lobe. "Can you hold out a little longer, my precious pet?"
Eli was always a bit of a stubborn bastard when he wanted to be. He’d played this kind of game with guys before, figured out the trick to pulling himself from the edge when he needed to, but it required concentration.
Concentration that suddenly became much harder to hold when the Entity moved him. The feeling of the ropes moving behind his back, of his arms shifting to a new position and holding just tight enough to keep his back arched and chest pushed out pulled a low moan out of him, his cock throbbing with need. He was able to hold on by focusing on the full ache in his arms and the relief from being pulled into a new position, but only just.
On just barely, especially as the Entity continued to thrust into him, moving his body for him like he was a toy and grazing soft words and teeth against his ear. There were a few moments he lost focus, going right up to the edge and nearly tumbling recklessly over, but then he remembered the promise of a wish and his own need to prove a point and he would pull back by pure force of will.
He could make it. He could make it and show the Entity exactly what he was made of, what he could take. That he knew what he was doing and that he was damn good at it too.
And god the praises and pet names got to him, but there would be plenty of time to relish them when he’d won. He just needed that last little edge…
“Mnh… I can do this all day~” Maybe he was pushing his luck, but that claim was wrapped up in all the cocky pride currently keeping him centered. It was an affirmation as much as a dare, solidifying for himself that he could hold out. “Just keep… Keep going,” Eli gasped, pulling at the ropes again as his cock twitched with need. “I can make it…”
It was always pleasant having an honest lover in your arms. One that didn't hold back from telling you how good they felt. And sure, the shy ones were also adorable in their own right. The thrill of forcing the sounds of pleasure out of them was always irresistible. But variety chased away routine and boredom. Because Bass needed a range of emotions. And Eli was currently similar to a birthday cake. Something you rarely consume, and look forward to tasting again.
"Is it that good, darling?" He asked, giving a quick peck on Eli's lips. "I can make it feel so much better."
Was that a promise or a threat? Anything was possible with the Entity. And it was not like they were limited by time. It was also not like he could physically break his little toy. This was the fog realm. Eli was already well prepared, and Bass just couldn't hold back any longer.
The first thrust was experimental, ensuring that Eli would not experience any pain or discomfort. The second more confident, the Entity having found a comfortable position in between the survivor's legs. And then, he set a steady pace of strong determined thrusts.
Eli chased after Bass’s lips as far as his restraints would let him, like a desperate animal desperate for affection. The Entity had him wrapped around his finger, pulling at his every want and need like a puppet pulling strings, and despite all of the survivor’s tendencies towards rebellion he couldn’t help but fall deep into that floating space beyond sense or reason in his mind.
His head was in the clouds, chasing that euphoric high the Entity was so generous in sharing with him. It didn’t take long for the Bastard’s thrusts to reach a fever pitch, hitting him in just the right way to turn him into a whimpering mess beneath him. His words didn’t work anymore, aside from the errant “please” and “more”, begging for culmination as he arched his spine over the sheets.
“Yes- Master- Thank you, Master- Fuck.” Eli tugged on the ropes, holding on for dear life as the aphrodisiac practically drowned his brain in bliss. He was racing towards climax and it was all he could do to try and stay in the moment and not become lost completely.
As Eli was feeding Bass with all of those pretty words, the Entity didn't even think of stopping or teasing his pet. Although that did pass through his mind, he was willing to continue until the other was satisfied, maintaining those same harsh deep thrusts.
"Good boy, such a good boy," the Entity purred out sweet praises. If he was considering punishments for poor behaviour, he had to also maintain rewards. And something told him that Eli would be weak for such approach.
More spit was produced, coating the Entity's fingers to ensure they would slide pleasantly instead of rubbing at sensitive skin. Although, considering the beads of pre that were already decorating Eli's tip, perhaps he didn't have to. Still, just to save Eli hitting overstimulation too soon, he reduced the effects of the aphrodisiac for this dose. How awful would it be to have the fun end too soon.
Eli's cock was taken into a gentle hold by the Entity, the movements of the Bastard's hand slower than the thrusts. His thumb rubbed over the sensitive gland with each finished movement, before returning down to the survivor's base. But then an idea formed in his mind, and he allowed his hand to return to Eli's hip, as his thrusts briefly slowed.
"Are you able to hold back for me, pup?" In the end, he could not resist the temptation to tease poor Eli. "If you can hold back your climax for the next five minutes, I will allow you one wish. Anything you will want for me to do to you. But if you cum before the time is up, I will do whatever I wish with you, until I am satisfied."
God, he was so close. The Entity’s hand stroking him had him right on the edge, so close to teetering over into climax.
And then the touch was gone. It took a moment for Eli to process what was being said, looking up at his master with glazed eyes.
A challenge? Eli breathed heavily, stretching his back to relieve some of the tension coiling in his abdomen. But the idea of a challenge piqued his interest, slicing through his reverie like a knife to bring back some much needed clarity.
Eli’s lips curled up in an eager grin. He loved a challenge, especially these kind. “Sounds like a deal,” he said as his determination solidified.
It was always pleasant having an honest lover in your arms. One that didn't hold back from telling you how good they felt. And sure, the shy ones were also adorable in their own right. The thrill of forcing the sounds of pleasure out of them was always irresistible. But variety chased away routine and boredom. Because Bass needed a range of emotions. And Eli was currently similar to a birthday cake. Something you rarely consume, and look forward to tasting again.
"Is it that good, darling?" He asked, giving a quick peck on Eli's lips. "I can make it feel so much better."
Was that a promise or a threat? Anything was possible with the Entity. And it was not like they were limited by time. It was also not like he could physically break his little toy. This was the fog realm. Eli was already well prepared, and Bass just couldn't hold back any longer.
The first thrust was experimental, ensuring that Eli would not experience any pain or discomfort. The second more confident, the Entity having found a comfortable position in between the survivor's legs. And then, he set a steady pace of strong determined thrusts.
Eli chased after Bass’s lips as far as his restraints would let him, like a desperate animal desperate for affection. The Entity had him wrapped around his finger, pulling at his every want and need like a puppet pulling strings, and despite all of the survivor’s tendencies towards rebellion he couldn’t help but fall deep into that floating space beyond sense or reason in his mind.
His head was in the clouds, chasing that euphoric high the Entity was so generous in sharing with him. It didn’t take long for the Bastard’s thrusts to reach a fever pitch, hitting him in just the right way to turn him into a whimpering mess beneath him. His words didn’t work anymore, aside from the errant “please” and “more”, begging for culmination as he arched his spine over the sheets.
“Yes- Master- Thank you, Master- Fuck.” Eli tugged on the ropes, holding on for dear life as the aphrodisiac practically drowned his brain in bliss. He was racing towards climax and it was all he could do to try and stay in the moment and not become lost completely.
Jake's fiery temperament always shone through whenever he was around the Bastard. Or perhaps he'd bad mouth anybody he talked to. It was highly possible, although the Bastard didn't care. Currently he didn't even hear the words that Jake was speaking. He didn't care what he had to say. Bass looked bored in the last part of the long sentence and then...
A bright idea had formed in his mind. The Entity's lips curled up in a grin and that should've been a sign for Jake that something was wrong. That something was about to happen, and perhaps he should be careful what he had to say. But no. Jake chose to finish his sentence. And that was a word too much.
With a snap of his fingers, the Entity conjured an answer to the problem. Jake would quickly find it impossible to close his mouth. And the reason for that was the red ball gag now filling his mouth just behind his teeth. The item was comfortably bound, keeping it safely in place.
"Don't even try to remove it by yourself," the Entity warned, closing the gap between them. His hand quickly found perch on Jake's chin, as the Bastard eyed the pleasing sight. Oh, at last, no more pointless chatter. Just the sound of confusion as the warden was unable to form a proper word.
"Now then, darling. Should I let you go or..." his hand traced down Jake's neck and over his chest. "Perhaps you'd like to discover that I can cause both pain and pleasure."
@hunting-the-game asked: [ torture ] - ( Bass and Eli )
[ torture ] — your muse teases my muse’s cock/clit/breasts/genitals until they’re begging
Some time had passed since the Bastard had used his tendrils to hold Eli down kneeling before the throne-like seat. Like royalty, the Entity sat there comfortably, a wine glass in hand, as his eyes eagerly observed the body before him. Each shudder, each move, each twitch was consumed by the hungry eyes, as the Bastard continued to enjoy the show.
And oh what a show it was. His other tendril formed a loose spiral around Eli's dripping cock never tightening enough to give any proper friction. And even though the tentacle was oozing that same aphrodisiac as the Bastard's spit, that contact was just not enough to push Eli over the edge.
Once I finish my wine, I will take care of you, pup. Just wait patiently. Those were the words Bass had spoken at the start of their session. But the glass was emptied, re-filled, emptied, re-filled, emptied and re-filled once more. Just how much liquid was inside of the bottle? As far as Eli knew, it might've been a never ending supply of alcohol. But the effects of so many drinks did not show up on the Entity's body or face. He continued to sit up straight, feasting on the strong emotions of lust.
"Oh, darling~ Your begging will not make me drink any quicker. And I'm almost done, no?" He said, showing the liquid at the bottom of his glass. "Just a little bit more..."
The glass was brought to his lips, and the contents tilted into the awaiting mouth. And as the Entity set the glass back down next to his seat... That darn bottle was produced again. Mercifully, the stream was no longer that strong, and the glass was not filled to the edge. The bottle was empty at last.
"I will make sure to enjoy my last drink. And you, pup, make sure to tell me exactly what you'll want me to do to you once my glass is empty."
@hunting-the-game asked: [ knife ] - ( Samuel and Blair )
[ knife ] — my muse drags a knife across your muse’s body part
Sure, Samuel wasn't tied to the chair he was sitting in, but it was impossible to try and wiggle around when the sharp tip of a knife was pressed against his sternum. Any sudden move, and he just might end up with a new scar added to the collection of those he gained in trials. Not that it would matter much.
The first click of a button dropping to the floor made him hold his breath. The second button being cut away with ease sent a shiver down his spine. The third forced his hands to clench around the wood of the chair. But never did his gaze shift away from Blair's eyes. This was perhaps the first time in Samuel's life where he had managed to maintain eye contact so well.
But his eyes shut tightly, when the blade finished cutting away the final button exposing his torso to the cool air. It wasn't the shirt parting that made him sit up prim. It wasn't the way he was almost topless that made him hold his breath. It wasn't embarrassment that caused him to bite into his lower lip.
It was the way the knife slid over his exposed torso and then pressed against his pulse, almost digging into the soft skin of his neck. That feeling made him break the silence, a whimper escaping the poor survivor. A whimper not caused by terror, something made clear by the way his excitement was visible despite the pants constricting his erection.
Thrill and fear mixed dangerously painting Sam's face red. It really didn't take much to stir him, not when standing opposite was a person of such a handsome face. Even now, with his eyelids still tightly shut, did he feel the other's gaze burning into him. Just as he felt the dull side of the blade trace back down his chest all the way to the edge of his pants pulling another soft groan and a sweet "please..." out of the tempting survivor.
Jake: He doesn’t have the most experience with it but he’s certainly not bad at it. He’s got a good handle on his gag reflex and he genuinely enjoys pleasuring his partner when it comes down to it. Also fairly good with his tongue.
Blair/Sacrilege: These two are more or less the same in that they can do some weird shit. It’s a bit of a holdover from the ink tendrils and demonic powers, but blowjobs can get pretty fucking creative when these two are involved.
Eli: Being a drummer, Eli loves using his hands when he’s permitted to. He’s fairly good at it, having had a decent amount of practice, but adding some fingering while blowing someone is just an extra little touch he likes to add to the experience. He also has a tongue piercing, so you can imagine the kinds of ways he likes to take advantage of that.
Jake: He doesn’t really celebrate much anymore. Birthdays are hard to track (and harder to appreciate when one doesn’t age), the holidays he used to love don’t really exist here, and even small victories don’t seem worth a real celebration. Despite that, if he’s feeling particularly moved he’s open to have sex with someone he cares about as a form of celebration. It’s just about the right time/right person to spur it on.
Blair: Blair mostly celebrated solstices and equinoxes in life, with the occasional Halloween or birthday, and would definitely be the kind of person to have celebratory sex for that kind of thing (for midsummer and winter especially), but again that’s harder to track in the fog. He would definitely be up for some cheeky Halloween boning though.
Sacrilege: As a demon sacrilege doesn’t really celebrate all the much, but they do enjoy participating in human rituals. If Blair or someone else initiated they would be more than happy to participate.
[ COLLAR ] ― for sender to put a collar on receiver and tie the leash to something ( headboard / support beam / table leg / etc. )
[ GIFT ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with ribbon, like a gift.
Eli shrugged his shoulders as the last of the ribbon was tied off, testing his range of motion. He’d had his doubts about the comfort of ribbon in this context—silk is notoriously unyeilding—but he supposed some things weren’t limits for the Entity.
He felt Bass’s long fingers caress down his arms, the ribbons pulling them comfortably into a folded position behind his back. He didn’t even have to hold the pose on his own, really. He could just relax, allowing the tension of the silk to cradle his body in the exact way Bass wanted.
Those fingers continued down his sides and over his thighs, where his legs were pinned folded and open. A shiver ran down Eli’s spine as heat pooled between his legs, the fabric of his jeans being the only thing still keeping him concealed as his erection grew.
And then the fingers came back up, climbing the leash up to the red and gold collar around his neck. And as the nice leather tugged against his skin, Eli couldn’t help but gaze up at Bass with lust-clouded eyes.
He was his master’s perfect little gift, and just the thought of that alone made him absolutely giddy.
TYPES OF BONDAGE. ( nsfw ! an assortment of ways to tie up a muse. add * to reverse the meme. feel free to adjust any of these to fit your muse or scenario and feel free add as much detail as you want ! )
[ KNEEL ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with shibari in a kneeling position.
[ TANGLED ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with shibari in a suspended position.
[ BOUND ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with shibari in a face up / face down position on the bed.
[ SHIBARI ] ― for sender to tie up receiver with shibari in a position of sender’s choice.
[ NEON ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with neon / glow in the dark rope.
[ SUBMIT ] ― for sender to tie receivers wrists / arms together with rope.
[ DENY ] ― for sender to tie receivers wrists to the headboard with rope.
[ ARREST ] ― for sender to handcuff receiver’s wrists behind their back.
[ HEADBOARD ] ― for sender to handcuff receiver’s wrists to the headboard.
[ BELT ] ― for sender to tie receiver’s wrists together with their belt.
[ CUFFS ] ― for sender to tie receiver’s wrists behind their back with leather cuffs.
[ LEATHER ] ― for sender to tie receiver’s wrists down to the bed with leather cuffs.
[ EAGLE ] ― for sender to tie receiver down on the bed in a spread eagle position.
[ COLLAR ] ― for sender to put a collar on receiver and tie the leash to something ( headboard / support beam / table leg / etc. )
[ FORMAL ] ― for sender to tie receiver’s wrists together with their tie.
[ CHAIR ] ― for sender to tie receiver to a chair ( with rope / cuffs / handcuffs / etc )
[ SENSUAL ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with silk ties.
[ GIFT ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with ribbon, like a gift.
[ RESTRAIN ] ― for sender to bind receiver in any way they chose ( spare slot for you to write your own prompt )
These kinds of dreams were never uncommon for Eli, even in the fog.
If anything they’ve became more frequent, to the point where he only needed to find a quiet place to rest his eyes before his mind would take the stress and horrors of the trials and contort them into fantasies. Fear and lust are not so far removed for him as they probably should be, and a panicked heartbeat and labored breath translates easily enough.
This time it’s Wesker. The specifics don’t matter so much, so there’s no logic to how or why he ended up beneath the killer. There’s just the weight, the aggression, the skin-to-skin contact of Wesker’s rough hands gripping Eli’s inked wrist, the heat radiating between Wesker’s chest and Eli’s back. The ghost-sensation of being penetrated, of hair being pulled, of being pinned to rough wood (or maybe it’s rusted metal, the environment changes like water around him).
The whole time he’s crying out, but his voice dies so fast. It’s pulled out of his lungs like he’s screaming into a vacuum, and he can’t seem to make a sound louder than a whisper. But he can hear Wesker perfectly fine, growling insults and praises and threats into his ear while Eli feels himself building closer and closer.
In the end, he doesn’t make it. He’s never finished those kinds of dreams the way he would like to. Instead he wakes up hard and frustrated, curled up near the fire drenched in sweat, the remnants of the dream still clouding his head.
He excuses himself, finds a quiet spot deep in the trees to finish the fantasy his mind started for him, and he can’t help but wonder when the next trial will be.
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑳𝒀 . ( a collection of usfw prompts taken from some tags used on ao3 . mature themes are obviously present , add “ + reverse ” to reverse roles . )
﹟ wet dream﹕ receiver has a wet dream about sender .
﹟ rough sex﹕ sender & receiver have rough sex .
﹟ fight sex﹕ a fight between sender & receiver turns into sex .
﹟ shower sex﹕ sender & receiver have sex in the shower .
﹟ oral sex﹕ sender goes down on receiver .
﹟ pillow talk﹕ receiver dirty talks to sender .
﹟ possessive sex﹕ sender & receiver have heated sex after one was jealous .
﹟ praise kink﹕ receiver indulges sender’s praise kink .
﹟ office sex﹕ sender & receiver have sex in an office setting .
﹟ sloppy makeouts﹕ sender & receiver have a heavy makeout session .
﹟ coming in pants﹕ sender causes receiver to come in their clothes .
﹟ secret relationship﹕ sender & receiver sneak around to have sex .
﹟ lingerie﹕ sender wears lingerie for receiver .
﹟ hair - pulling﹕ sender pulls receiver’s hair during sex .
﹟ aftercare﹕ sender provides aftercare to receiver following sex .
﹟ dry humping﹕ sender ruts against receiver while dressed .
﹟ revenge sex﹕ sender & receiver have sex to get back at someone .
﹟ fluff and smut﹕ sender & receiver have fluffy domestic sex .
﹟ sexual roleplay﹕ sender & receiver play out a scenario in the bedroom .
﹟ casual sex﹕ sender & receiver have casual , no - strings sex .
﹟ hate sex﹕ sender & receiver have heated hate sex .
﹟ resolved sexual tension﹕ s ender kisses receiver to break the sexual tension .
﹟ light bondage﹕ sender restrains receiver’s hands during intimacy .
﹟ vibrators﹕ sender stimulates receiver with a vibrating toy .
﹟ stripping﹕ sender sensually undresses for the receiver .
﹟ body worship﹕ sender worships the receiver sexually .
﹟ temperature play﹕ sender & receiver bring ice into the bedroom .
﹟ biting﹕ sender bites receiver intimately during sex .
﹟ bath sex﹕ sender & receiver take an intimate bath together .
﹟ finger sucking﹕ sender puts their fingers to receiver's lips during sex .
﹟ edgeplay﹕ sender tells receiver not to come until they’re allowed .
﹟ mirror sex﹕ sender & receiver have sex in front of a mirror .
﹟ pet names﹕ sender uses a sweet name for receiver during sex .
Those sweet sounds were pleasant to the ears, the Entity enjoying each moan, each needy beg, each catch of breath. It only made the hunger grow, the Entity no longer able to keep it slow. He already wanted to see the expressions Eli would display with each brush against each sweet spot. To learn where he should touch to make him melt. And currently his pierced nipples looked so delectable.
Bass leaned back over Eli, his lips ghosting over the other's. So close for a kiss, yet so quick to shift away from that needy mouth. Instead, he dropped to the survivor's chest, his tongue tracing the spot between Eli's pecks. A purr escaped the Entity at the pleasing taste of the survivor. The delectable smell he released the more excited he became. But whilst the Bastards lips explored the skin once more, his knee was retracted from the needy crotch.
"You're such a needy pup. Already so hard despite the constriction of your clothes. But you have to be patient."
The knee was replaced by the Entity's hand, but it never pressed hard enough against the crotch. Even if Eli would try to raise his hips, the hand would simply shift away not satisfying the need for friction. And as the palm teased, the tongue returned to the pierced nub of sensitive flesh. His teeth threatened to nibble, but instead bit into the skin around hard enough to leave a mark. A perfect circle of teeth.
The Entity pressed his tongue flat against the skin to trace over the mark, before flicking up over the nub. But the need to see clearly what he had done made the Bastard straighten up once more. A satisfied purr released, before the golden eyes lifted from Eli's chest to his face. The remaining material was removed even without the Entity's touch, revealing the survivor to the air and the Bastard's gaze.
"Spread your legs more for me," he ordered. "Show me how much you want me."
The longer the Entity teased him the more he couldn’t do anything else but focus on the sensations he was provided with, the tongue swirling over his sensitive piercings, the hand not-quite pressing down between his legs. It was so hard to think, but he didn’t really want to anyway. He just wanted to feel. To obey.
“Master…” he whimpered, pulling on the ropes as he arched his back over the sheets again. “Master please.” What was it he wanted exactly? He probably couldn’t string the words together even if the Entity asked. It was just a spilling over of pure desire and want.
When his jeans unraveled into the air Eli let out a gasp, the sound quickly turning into an eager whine. He was fully erect, his cock twitching at the cool air, and his Jacob’s ladder bars were on full display for the entity.
Eli smiled and did as he was told, spreading his legs for the Entity. He curled his fingers around the ropes, using them as leverage as he slid his heels across the silken sheets. Fuck, this felt good.
"So eager to be fucked~" he chuckled, seeing how the other showed off his body. The sight made the Bastard lick at his lips eagerly, the excitement now visible in his own pants. Oh how he wanted to just undress himself and fuck his newest pet into the sheets. To make him whine and cry out in pleasure.
And perhaps, he should just give into his needs.
Still, he needed to work the other open. Regardless of how eager Eli was, the Entity didn't want to hurt him. Not too much at least. Some bruising and bloody marking could be pleasant to the eye. But he wanted to keep it all pleasant for both sides. And so, he allowed the iridescent spit to dribble off his tongue and onto his open palm. He was quick to press those fingers against Eli's opening, coating it with the slick and massaging it into the other.
It didn't take long for Bass to use one hand to spread Eli open, and the other to push in the tip of his digit testing if that was enough coating. Just to be sure, he allowed another strand of spit to land directly on his fingers and dribble down between Eli's parted cheeks. Deciding that it was an appropriate amount, Bass began to work his finger deeper inside, glancing up at Eli's face to ensure the other was okay.
"How does that feel, darling?" he asked, as he slowly began to retract his finger, slowly moving it in and out, working Eli's body open. "I bet it's not enough for such a touch starved creature as yourself. But we don't want you getting hurt, do we pup?"
The aphrodisiacs in the Entity’s saliva were certainly doing their job. Even as Eli squirmed and panted into the air, eager for more touch, more sensation, all of his nerves were lighting up his brain with pleasure.
Eli didn’t meet the Entity’s eyes at first, but only because his own were shut tight. He was biting his lip, focused so deeply on the feeling of the Entity’s fingers inside him. He kept his legs spread, as he was asked, but his thighs trembled from the effort.
He wanted more. His brain was flooded with endorphins, making his heart race from how fucking good everything felt. The silk against his skin, the Entity’s touch, the cool air against his throbbing cock. Maybe it was just the chemicals, but he wasn’t about to complain.
At Bass’s words Eli opened his eyes, looking up at his Master with a look of reverence and adoration. “So good,” he breathed with a grin. “Feels so good… Thank you, Master~”
As more fingers slid into Eli's tightness, Bass couldn't hold back his curiosity. His free hand shifted to the survivor's leaking cock and he collected a pearl of pre with his thumb. That same thumb was then slid over the underside of Eli's erection, as the Bastard observed the piercings there. He wasn't sure if they were there for pain or pleasure, never having seen such a decoration before. Perhaps it was intended to cause both, but still he understood the need to be gentle.
"How pleasantly obscene," he finally commented, sharing his satisfaction with Eli's choice of piercings. "It's like you're a toy made for pleasure. All those pretty little beads decorating all the right places."
It was not something the Bastard would add to his own body. But he certainly enjoyed the look of it on Eli's. But the piercings didn't stay the main focus of the Entity. He could feel the survivor loosening around his digits, and, well, his own pants becoming too tight to bear. For that reason, his hand left Eli's cock in favour of unzipping the zip. With a simple hand motion, he was able to lower both his pants and the underwear to his thighs, still not choosing to fully undress. Bass simply wanted to enter that sweet hole already, and not waste time even on using his abilities to remove his own clothes.
Slipping his fingers out from within Eli, he didn't care to wipe them dry. Instead, both of his hands found their perch on the survivor's thighs, as he positioned himself between the parted legs. So rare for him to do this, usually taking a seat further back. But this opportunity gave him the chance to take it all in. Eli's body, a piece of art made currently for his eyes and ears.
"My perfect pet," he purred out, setting his cock at Eli's entrance. "Be good for me, and take it all in." And with that, he pushed in testing how far he could let himself sink into that soft warmth.
Eli let out a long whine and shuddered as the Entity traced along his piercings. The bars added an extra bit of sensation to the touch that always drove him wild. The compliment only added to the excitement, bringing a heavy blush to Eli’s face. “I’m glad you like them, Master~” he crooned, rolling his hips into the feeling of his hand.
It was like the spell was broken now, and Bass had his full attention again. Eli watched with eager eyes as the Entity undressed and grabbed his thighs, and Eli pulled on the ropes in anticipation. His mismatched eyes flicked back up to Bass’s golden ones at the praise. He nodded.
As Bass entered him Eli’s head tilted back and he let out a heavy moan, feeling the Entity filling him up. With the saliva lubricating the entrance it went easily, but he still felt the surge of pleasure from Bass’s size. His muscles tightened for a moment before quickly relaxing, his thighs resting on Bass’s hands and ankles crossing behind his back. “Fuck… Fuck you feel so good,” he breathed, pressing the side of his face against his outstretched arms.
And god, did he enjoy the view from this angle. The Entity was genuinely handsome, with sharp, pretty features and toned muscles. He looked even better like this, half dressed and eagerly pressed against him, those lips curled into a grin. It was beautiful.
“So good,” he repeated, his eyes glazed over with lust. “It’s so good…”
