Finished this a few months ago, but since I had to stop Kinktober halfway through due to tendonitis, I figured I'd share this for the last day.
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As an extra treat, I'm also sharing the scene that I wrote that inspired this piece (it's unfinished obviously, so I guess it's a bit of a tease). I've only shared my writing with friends before, so uh... don't be too critical please. I may format/tag this wrong.
Summary: -gestures at picture-
Rating: Explicit (Smut) MDNI
Wordcount: 5.6K
Characters: Silco x OC (afab genderfluid), Sevika (In the beginning, not involved)
Warnings: Power dynamic, bondage, sensory deprivation, sorta pet play, humping, fingering, piv
Scene - 26
“You called, sir?” Sevika addressed, entering her boss’ office, wondering what obscure request he was going to send her on now.
Silco glanced up from the clipboard in his hand with a bored expression. In his other hand was a lit cigar, blue smoke languidly curling into the air from the foot. “Take Jinx out for a while.” He returned to the clipboard and waved the cigar dismissively. “Do whatever she wants, just be sure to keep her out of the building for a few hours.”
Her nose scrunched in disgust. “What? Why?”
“I wish to spend time with Luka and I don’t want to risk her walking in on us, or asking questions about what we’re doing.” He gave her a brief, pointed look and resumed examining the papers on his clipboard.
Sevika’s face blanked, quickly catching what he was referring to. Silco brought the cigar to his mouth, the cherry burning bright and crackling as he drew from the head. “You want me to babysit Jinx while you fuck Luka’s brains out all afternoon,” she accused bluntly. Holding the smoke in his lungs, he twisted his head to her, clearly unimpressed.
He blew smoke into the air before responding tersely, “As eloquent as ever, Sevika.” Tossing the clipboard onto his desk, he continued, “But yes, that is essentially what we will be doing.” She opened her mouth and he cut her short, “I will pay you extra for today, so don’t complain.” Opening a drawer, he pulled out a money pouch and chucked it on the edge of his desk with a thunk. Sevika sighed and trudged up to his desk to snatch the stuffed bag.
“How long?” she asked gruffly. He took another drag from his cigar, humming while he appeared to mull over his decision.
As he exhaled the smoke, he replied, “Three hours should suffice.”
She stared at him incredulously. “Three?” Pointing to the door, she began, “You want me to spend thr—“
He leaned over his desk, raspy voice sharpening in reminder, “Don’t complain.”
Her nostrils flared with a huff of exasperation. This was the last thing she wanted to deal with today. She pivoted on her heel to lumber out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Silco reclined in his chair, the wood creaking under the shift in weight. Resting his head on the back, his sea green eye shut and he brought the cigar to his scarred lips once more. It didn’t take long to hear the faint discussions of Sevika’s brash debriefing in the hall. Soon to follow were heavy footsteps, a door slamming, and then more footsteps fading to the stairs that led down to the bar. Knowing what he was going to hear next, he took one last inhale from his cigar, blowing a wispy plume of smoke into the air. He gently extinguished it in the ashtray and the telltale sound of two small knocks rapped on his office door. A smirk formed on his mouth. He had been thinking about this moment all morning. “Come in, Luka.” The door opened and softly closed. Light footsteps approached him, only to be interrupted by a thump as they tripped on the raised platform his desk was housed on.
“Gods dammit,” they sighed.
“Still?” he chuckled.
“Always, at this point.” They stepped onto the platform, resting a hand on their hip. He grunted with amusement, an obvious mischief in his visage. Luka’s eyebrows drew together and they tilted their head at his expression. First, Sevika was ordered to take Jinx out for the afternoon. Now this. He was scheming something. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Silco?” The corner of his lips twitched and he placed a hand on his desk for leverage as he stood up. Reaching for a glass tumbler, he drank a mouthful of water, replacing the tumbler and walked to a locked chest next to his safe.
“You never seem to hesitate to compliment me,” he commented. He had unlocked the chest a short while ago in anticipation of this afternoon.
“You make it easy,” they replied, watching him unhook a latch and lift the lid.
“Even the day we met, you said I had great bone structure and that I should show it off.” He dug into the chest, procuring a few miscellaneous items.
“I’m shocked you remember.” Their head shifted in an attempt to see what he was retrieving. All they could distinguish was shiny gold and leather straps.
“I remember all the compliments you give me, Luka.” He pivoted to the coffee table and dumped the items on top, apart from a pair of thin, red leather gloves.
“Do you have a favourite?” He hummed, swivelling on his heel to walk up to them, tugging a glove onto each of his lithe hands. They wondered why he was wearing them.
“I think I’m rather partial to the morning after I showed myself bare to you for the first time,” he grasped their waist, his eyes lowering, “how you said I was art.”
Luka huffed a quiet laugh. “Even though your face turned as red as your shirt?” They nodded to his apparel. The scarred side of his mouth twitched again.
“Yes.”
“It doesn’t take much to make you blush.”
“You’re one to talk, my dear,” he countered, leather clad fingers slipping under their shirt, grazing soft skin as he pushed up the fabric.
“But, it’s more amusing when you do it.” They instinctively raised their arms when he lifted their shirt over their head and dropped it to the floor.
“How so?” His hands returned to their waist, his head ducking.
“You’re always so aloof and stoic, so—“ Their breath hitched at the sensation of his hot mouth on the side of their neck.
“Yes?” he prompted, pushing down their skirt and leaving on their underwear.
“So,” their voice weakened as he placed open-mouthed kisses along their neck, “It’s… more… satisfying, I suppose?”
“Is that so?” he purred in their ear, shifting their skirt down their thighs until gravity took over and it fell around Luka’s shoes.
“Yes.” Their eyelashes fluttered at the tenderness of his hands while he commenced caressing their body. Cool leather grazed up their thighs, over their hips, tugging their body against his. Chipped teeth nipped at their ear and they squeaked at the sharpness. As he sucked away the sting, he grasped their wrists, guiding their arms behind them into one of his large hands. That was when they felt more leather being wrapped around their wrists, the clink of metal when he pulled the strap tight. Their eyes flared wide, the base of their skull prickling with a sense of panic. What was he doing? Where had he gotten that strap from? His hands had been empty a few seconds ago. “Silco?”
He hushed them gently, his hands smoothing across their back to settle their mind. “It’s alright, my darling.” He heard them swallow and he kissed their temple, their cheek. Pecking their ear, he husked, “I want you to do something for me.”
“Uh huh,” they exhaled shakily, only for him to deliver a sharp swat to their buttocks. They yipped in shock.
“Properly.”
“Yes,” they amended. Straightening his posture, he clutched the moon on their day collar and jerked upward. The chain tightened, the hollow sun biting into their skin. Their head kicked back to look up at him, the air constricted from their throat.
“Take off your shoes and kneel on the floor, in front of the settee.” With a kiss to their lips, he released them, watching them toe off their shoes and socks. He followed them to the settee, bending to pick up one of the items he had left on the coffee table. He hoped it was small enough for them after having extra holes punched into the leather. “Chin up.” Luka’s head tipped back and he brushed the hair away from their face. He draped the padded blindfold over their eyes, deftly securing it behind their head.
“Silco,” they warned, their nerves spiking once more.
“Hush, Luka.” He stroked his palms over their long tresses. “Everything is okay.” Again, he clasped the moon on their necklace and tugged, urging them up on their knees. “We have the afternoon to ourselves, so I thought we could have a little fun together.”
“Together?”
“Just you and I, my pet.”
Their lips parted to speak and he yanked on their necklace once more, forcing their face against the crotch of his pants. A palm flattened to the back of their head, holding them to his groin. They grunted in confusion, forced to take in the scent of him, not that they would complain.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.” He guided their mouth over his burgeoning erection, prompting them to whimper. “Pushing you, restraining you, seeing how you react to sensory deprivation.” He gave their collar another quick jerk and they choked against his crotch. Allowing the chain to slacken, he twisted their head to rub their cheek into his manhood. “Can you feel it, Luka? How I’m getting hard for you already?”
“Yes,” they wheezed, relaxing their muscles for him to direct them as he pleased.
He smirked and pulled their head back by their hair. “I’ve been looking forward to this all morning.” Reaching for the coffee table, he picked up the next item. A circular-shaped muzzle with a threaded bit to insert into the mouth to cause the wearer to salivate. The hand in their tresses shifted down to their jaw. “You’ll behave for me, won’t you, darling?”
“Yes,” they replied faintly, their senses dulling to the outside world, mentally focusing on the man in front of them. His gloved thumb grazed their lips.
“You’ll do as I tell you?”
They started to reply, only for his thumb to slide into their mouth, trapping their tongue to the bottom of their jaw. Leather greeted their tastebuds, a flavour they hadn’t experienced before, but was unmistakable nonetheless.
“And let me do as I please?”
They attempted to answer in the affirmative, their tongue unable to correctly articulate the word. He snickered almost inaudibly, dragging his thumb up and down their wet appendage.
“Good pet.” He drifted his digit too far into their mouth and they immediately rejected him with a gag. “Breathe,” he soothed gently, allowing them to double over. They sucked in a haggard breath and he stroked their hair. “Still so sensitive.”
Clearing their throat, they aimed their head up to him. “S—“
“Don’t apologize.” He cupped their chin, smearing their saliva over their lips with the pad of his thumb. “There’s no reason for it.” Parting their mouth, he angled down to spit on their tongue, quickly shoving the muzzle in place. They stiffened, mumbling against the muzzle in shock as he buckled the leather straps snugly around their head. “Perfect.” He grinned, clasping their face in his palms, brushing his thumbs over their flushed cheeks. “Look at you, my little Luka. All tied up and nowhere to go.” They whimpered unintelligibly. “So weak and vulnerable, just for me to toy with.” This time, they whined and he bent down to kiss their forehead.
Luka’s cheeks flooded with heat, a strange sense of validation crossing their psyche. Who would want a weak and vulnerable person? They felt him grasp the end of their necklace and pull them in a circle to face the settee. The furniture creaked from what they assumed was him sitting down with a sigh. Another tug and he led them against his legs, stretching to pet their hair once more. To their surprise, he leaned close to them. They imagined him hunched over, his scarred mouth pressed to their right ear.
“You’re very pretty like this.” He smirked at their whimper. “What shall I have you do first?” He gingerly pinched their left ear, brushing along the cartilage. “Hm? Should I have you pleasure me with your body?”
Luka squeaked when his other hand yanked on their necklace to propel them to the floor on their butt.
“Or…”
They stiffened at the metal toe of his boot lifting into them, between their thighs.
“Should I have you get off on me instead?” They grunted at him quizzically and he rubbed his boot into their sex, over their underwear. “I think I’d like to see that.” He heard their breathing begin to shift. “I already call you my pet and you always wear the collar I gave you for your birthday.” They whimpered quietly. “I want to watch you grind my boot and come on it like the depraved dog you are.” They chirped in question and he tugged on their necklace, forcing their head back. “You heard me,” he growled. “Move those pretty hips.”
Luka wasn’t sure what to think of his abrupt change of tone, but decided to obey regardless. They did say they would when he had asked, after all. Their hips stuttered into motion and the soft chuckle from his lips prompted their stomach to flutter.
“That’s it, little Luka.” They whined and he adjusted his foot to meet their awkward thrusts. “Hump my boot like a puppy in heat.” His free hand gripped their hair to hold up their head and he admired the drool already leaking down their chin from the gag in their mouth. “Oh, it’s starting to feel good now, isn’t it, pet?”
“Mm-hmm,” they grunted honestly. If it weren’t for his low voice egging them on with his smoky timbre, they would have merely succumbed to embarrassment, rather than pleasure. It was his gentle humiliation and endearments that spurred them to continue.
“Why don’t you go a little faster for me?” He tilted his boot, earning him a moan as they rocked faster. “Just like that.” If only they could see the pink flush on their cheeks, he mused, brushing his fingers through their hair. “How beautifully pathetic you look, my darling.” They whined, their breaths heavier, their skin warming from exertion. “Aren’t you embarrassed?” He adjusted his foot again and Luka lurched forward against his leg with a groan. “Getting off so easily on my boot.”
They could only whimper in response. Even if they could speak, they’d be too ashamed to admit how much they were enjoying this. How unreasonably close they already were to orgasm. In truth, they had fantasized about grinding on one of his boots. More than once. They were a magnificent piece of footwear, the silver tips shined to perfection. However, Luka never would have imagined that their fantasy would eventually come to fruition. And that he would humiliate them while they did it.
“I’m starting to feel the heat of your cunt through the leather,” he teased. “Do you think you could come like this?” They simply squeaked around the gag. “Or, does my puppy need more stimulation?” He released their collar and tilted their head to the side to rest in his palm. Bending down, he asked, “Are your ears sensitive like a dog’s, too?”
Luka’s brow furrowed in confusion, wondering what his question meant. Until they felt the intense, wet heat of his soft tongue laving over their ear. A jolt of ecstasy ignited up their spine, sending their eyes rolling upward. A squeal escaped their throat, their hips faltering immediately. Silco’s breath was balmy on their damp skin as he chuckled.
“Is that a yes?” Their unintelligible griping made him chuckle again. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” He lifted his toe and they shuddered back into motion. “I want to see you come on my boot.” More muffled whimpering from their vocal cords. “That’s right, keep humping.” He licked his lips, lowering to their ear once more. “You’re close, aren’t you, pet?” The unsteady rhythm of their hips was more than enough of an answer. “Almost. Almost there.”
Luka couldn’t stop moaning. They were positive their juices had leaked through their underwear by now, slicking his foot in their excitement.
“You’re so close, little Luka,” he murmured, listening to their strained pants for air. “Why don’t you come on my boot? Make a big mess on it.”
Luka exhaled heavily, their body instinctively reacting to Silco’s permission. He had them trained well.
“Come on my boot, puppy.”
They were already on the brink of orgasm, his voice alone enough to carry them to the edge. But, the overwhelming sensation of his hot tongue lapping across their ear unravelled them entirely. They mewled as their body shattered, stars bursting in their covered vision. With a few more staggered thrusts, their strength vacated their being and they collapsed against his leg, their head thunking onto his thigh.
“Good dog,” Silco laughed quietly, combing the hair away from their face. He reclined on the settee, continuing to pet Luka’s head, while they slowly drifted back to consciousness. “Well done.” With his free hand, he commenced unbuttoning his trousers, taking his time to pop the apparel open. When he had released his engorged cock from the confines of his underwear, he gave it a few tentative strokes. The leather was an odd sensation on his sensitive skin, but not unfamiliar in the least. Translucent purple fluid quickly beaded from the tip of his glans and he softly inhaled through his teeth.
Green and orange eyes lifted to Luka, their breaths having finally settled. “Darling,” he cooed. “Can you hear me?” They groaned their response and he smirked. “Are you alright?” They nodded, rubbing their cheek against his thigh. “Good.” He grasped their head, gently lifting to cradle them in his palms. Drool remained in a dark spot on his pants, a streak staining the side of Luka’s face from where they had rested on him. Grunting in amusement, he wiped it from their cheek. “I’ve hardly started and you’re already ruined.”
They simply whined in return, their thoughts sluggish and murky. Their skin felt like static, warm and fuzzy, a pleasant buzz in the back of their head. They couldn’t quite grasp what he meant by having hardly started.
“Are you ready to continue?” They hummed at him in inquiry and he easily unbuckled the muzzle. Slipping the gag from their mouth, they gasped for air, strings of saliva stretching from the threaded bit that had been lodged between their lips. A dark chuckle reverberated in his chest and he parted his legs to guide Luka through them. “Closer, little Luka.” He set the gag beside him, knowing that he’d need it again later. Grasping their chin, he pulled their mouth open, their tongue falling out. “Good puppy. Nice and pliant for me.” His thumb smoothed over their tongue, his other hand stroking his sex once more.
Luka felt him gingerly tug on their chin, leading them nearer. He parted their mouth wider to stuff something large and hot inside. They moaned in recognition, the distinct flavour of his salty skin and sweet, floral pre-cum greeting their tastebuds.
“That’s it, my lovely.” They instinctively took more of him in their lips. “Swallow me.” They gulped around his girth and his head tipped back momentarily, arousal curling in the pit of his stomach.
Any hope of Luka regaining an ounce of coherence dissolved the very second they tasted him. They massaged his foreskin with their lips, gently pushing it back to reveal more of his sensitive glans. Their tongue found his frenulum to gingerly stimulate and they were rewarded with a low growl. A generous amount of pre-cum began to fill their mouth, their scalp tingling when strong leather fingers tangled in their hair. They heard his breathing shift as they swirled their tongue around the head. The only downside was the fact that they couldn’t use their hands to hold him at different angles. It always felt awkward and clumsy without. Taking him into their mouth once more, they added a gentle suction and slowly bobbed their head.
Silco exhaled, the lid on his good eye growing heavy, pleasure simmering steadily at the base of his spine. The soft, wet sounds of Luka’s mouth around him was music to his ears. A crooked smile formed on his lips, favouring the scarred side of his face. “Oh darling, if only you could see how lovely you look with my cock between your lips.” Their moaned response caused him to hiss, the vibrations jolting down the length of his shaft. They popped him out of their mouth, lapping at his frenulum before descending. Their tongue swirled circles down the underside of his cock, until they arrived at his scrotum to lave over.
Hearing his hum of approval, they sucked a testicle into their mouth, careful not to scrape him with their teeth. He growled and they used their tongue to massage his sac as well.
“You truly know how to please me, don’t you?” He pressed on their head, his own struggling not to tip back in bliss. They switched to his other testicle, his breath hitching from growing sensitivity. Pre-cum leaked from the slit of his glans, which he smeared down his length. He tugged them away by the hair, not wishing to reach climax just yet. “One more taste, pet.” He fed his cock into their mouth as far as he knew their gag reflex would allow, gently pumping his hips a few times before withdrawing completely. Threads of spit snapped between them and he grabbed the muzzle to stuff into their mouth once more, fastening the buckle snuggly around their head. A small sound of confusion emerged from the back of Luka’s throat and he stood. “What, were you expecting me to come in your mouth?” Clasping their chin, he turned their head to the side, grasping his cock and smacking it against their cheek. “Don’t be greedy.” Their complaint was garbled from the gag and he smudged his fluids across their cheek. “You will have my seed in you soon enough.”
Luka grunted when he hoisted them into his arms, softly placing them lengthwise on the settee and guiding them into the pillows.
“Are your arms comfortable like this?” He watched them shuffle in their restraints, then nod. “Good.” Sitting on the cushions, he clutched their ankles together in one hand, lifting their rear as he slid a pillow under their hips. Gloved fingers hooked into the waistband of their underwear, smoothly slipping the material along their legs to toss to the floor. He sighed, clasping their thighs to bend up to their chest. “Look at you. Always such a mess for me.”
Luka’s head tossed back with a moan as a heated wetness encompassed their nether regions. Leather fingertips parted their thighs wider, pressing into their skin with possessiveness. He growled against their folds, the vibrations causing their toes to curl. They squirmed with the renewed pleasure coiling in the pit of their stomach, all the more intense in their fettered position. Their fingers flexed with the urge to grab him, to run their fingers through his soft, dark hair. Unfortunately, they were helpless to him. Fortunately, he knew just where they would want him. The speed in which he had learned their body wasn’t fair. At this point, they’d wager that he knew it better than they did.
A brief reprieve as a balmy breath feathered over their slick, followed by a dark chuckle.
“Shall I make you cry for me, Luka?”
They squealed at the next strike of ecstasy, spine arching into the pillows. Luka’s eyelashes fluttered against the padded blindfold with each leisured swipe of his soft tongue through their folds. Their hips instinctively began to undulate with his movements until he suctioned his mouth to their sex. His tongue slipped inside their core to tenderly stroke their walls, his low groan jolting them against the pillows once more. Their legs began to tremble, fighting his hands in an attempt to close around his head. Of course, someone of their physique didn’t stand a chance against someone who had spent his youth working in the mines.
He growled, inciting a series of laboured puffs and whines from behind Luka’s muzzle. When he added more suction to his mouth’s ministrations, their hips attempted to buck into him with their vocalized breaths. He gazed up to them, sweat glazing their naked body, head craned back on the pillows. For a moment, he debated whether he would let them reach orgasm. Would he rather they climax the second his cock finally entered them, or push them into overstimulation over and over again?
At the next instinctive buck of their hips, he withdrew completely, causing them to cry out in dismay. A low chuckle escaped his shiny lips and he adjusted to sit on the settee’s cushions. Luka sunk limply into the pillows, breathing heavily. “Oh, my poor, little Luka,” he lamented mockingly. “Were you hoping to come?” They mumbled their complaints around the muzzle and he laughed. “Here.” Leaning over, he slipped his arms under their body to lift them into his lap, laying their back against his chest. He parted their legs on either side of his thighs, his left hand forming around their neck to tip their head to rest on his shoulder. “That’s it, lay back.”
Luka whined at the touch of leather smoothing up their chest, nimble digits finding one of their nipples. They peeped at the stinging pinch of their bud between thumb and forefinger. Warm lips pressed to their temple and lowered to their ear.
“You’re so beautiful in my lap like this, darling.” Their responding whimper prompted his lips to curl upward. His gloved hand switched to their other nipple to tweak, their body shifting against his. He inhaled through his teeth at the friction of their buttocks along his exposed cock. “So beautiful.” His hand slowly dragged down their chest, fingertips tracing across scars, descending further along their abdomen. He paused to gently circle their navel, watching their muscles clench at his touch. “And so sensitive,” he cooed, trailing lower, over their mons. A keening sound escaped their throat as he reached their swollen pearl. He smiled. “Aren’t you, my pet?”
Luka shuddered at the sensation of leather leisurely caressing their clitoris. They couldn’t stop vocalizing their arousal, drool leaking down their chin, their sopping core aching with need. He chuckled softly, his breath hot against their ear.
“What a dirty, little puppy you are.” He stopped touching them to swipe the drool from their jaw and smear it over their sex, causing their hips to buck into his palm with a cry. “Oh, are you getting desperate?”he teased, immediately lifting his hand.
Their garbled complaints prompted him to laugh, low and raspy. Their blood thrummed in response, delighting in the alluring sound.
“Is my little puppy getting desperate to come?” They whined, squirming on his lap. His other hand squeezed their neck, their head tipping back. “Hush, Luka,” he murmured sweetly. “Patience.” Loosening his hold, his other hand rested on their mons once more, sliding down and splitting his gloved fingers on either side of their sex. “I’ll let you come when I deem it fit.” He began to rub his digits up and down their outer labia, avoiding clitoral contact.
Their pelvis started to undulate with his movements in an attempt to gain some type of stimulation, only for him to follow them too easily. They whimpered helplessly and he pecked their cheek, hushing them once more.
“Soon.” His breath hitched when they brushed a particularly sensitive area along his cock and his fingers slipped between their folds. He continued stroking through their labia. “Goodness, the heat of your cunt.” They moaned. “You’re just throbbing for me.” He licked his lips and kissed their ear. “Aren’t you?”
They poorly wept his name, indistinguishable around the gag in their mouth.
“Will you let me feel it?”
Luka’s eyes crossed behind the blindfold as two long, gloved fingers slowly slinked into their core. Their back arched, a loud groan erupting from behind the muzzle. Only to disappear a split second before they could shatter. Silco tutted with disapproval and they nearly sobbed, wilting against him.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chastised, instead singling out his middle digit to carefully sink inside of them. When their muscles began to tense, he quickly retreated, the red leather coated in their juices. “Not yet, my lovely.” They huffed in palpable frustration and he dipped his finger into their sex once more, soon retreating again. “Not yet.” They wordlessly griped at him, squirming and stimulating his own aching sex. He wondered if they could feel his pre-cum sticking to their backside. “Deep breath.” It took them a moment to calm down enough to obey, inhaling through their nose. “Good, Luka. Again.” He waited for them to take another breath, their hips somewhat settling. “One more.”
When they filled their lungs for the third time, two leather clad fingers submerged into their canal, stretching them open.
“Don’t come,” he reminded them, their spine bowing away from him. “Don’t you dare.” A keening wail broke from behind their muzzle as he rooted his digits deep inside them. “Not yet.” His left hand lightly palpated the sides of their neck over and over again to avert their mind elsewhere. Luka gradually relaxed, panting heavily. “That’s it,” he praised, his left hand ceasing. The fingers of his right receded to languidly plunge back inside them, their walls clenching repeatedly. Luka’s breaths picked up speed and he snickered in their ear. “Don’t come.”
The sound they made was strangled as they strained to refrain from climaxing. Their toes curled at the excruciatingly slow pace of his digits working in and out of their centre. The smooth leather had warmed to their internal temperature, enhancing the pleasure Silco was lazily doling out to them. He was all they could think of. How amazing he felt, the heat and strength emanating from his lean physique. His musky cologne alighted their senses with the richness of cigar smoke, sandalwood, and saffron cloying to their skin. It was all too much for them to process.
“Don’t come, Luka.” He pulled out his fingers, thick strings of their fluids sticking to his glove. They groaned with irritation. “Just a little longer.” He smeared their mess over their clitoris and they gasped, the muscles in their body tensing. Shifting forward on the settee, he hooked his arm under their legs and hoisted them up to free his cock. When he lowered them, his shaft was between their thighs and he reclined back on the settee. His eyes descended to his engorged sex, veins protruding angrily from the skin. He wrapped his hand around his length, gently stroking. Tilting his head to Luka, he growled in their ear and they moaned in return. He swiped the translucent purple pre-cum dripping down his glans with his middle and ring fingers, bringing them to Luka’s sex and plunging inside.
They squealed as their core immediately tightened around his digits, smooth leather tenderly massaging their walls.
“Not yet.” He tutted at their whine, curling his fingers into the ceiling of their canal. When their head tipped back, he slipped out of them at once and their body slumped against him. They mumbled an agitated complaint around the gag and he smirked. Taking a deliberate pause, he kissed their ear and softly asked, “Do you want to come, Luka?” They nodded, another sound of frustration escaping their throat. He gripped his cock to slick their fluids down his shaft. “Do you think you deserve it?” They moaned a single note and he was able to distinguish that they were saying please. A low laugh rumbled in his chest and he aimed his glans at their entrance. “Alright,” he conceded warmly. “You may come.”
Luka wrenched back at the sensation of being split apart from between their thighs. Their brain immediately scrambled at the hot flood of pleasure inundating their core as Silco filled them completely. Muscles grew rigid and clenched and consequently shattered, their eyes reeling upward with their powerful climax. Stars burst behind their blindfold as every cell in their body sang his name with reverence.
Silco groaned and buried his face in Luka’s hair, his good eye squeezing shut while they shuddered around his sensitive girth. He felt their fluids leak down his scrotum and it took him a moment to remember how to speak. “Good, Luka,” he uttered breathlessly, his eye remaining shut as he began to slowly thrust his hips into them. “Very good.”
They trembled helplessly, ecstasy lighting up every nerve, entirely consumed by his presence inside of them. His right arm wrapped over their waist, allowing full control of their physique to manipulate as he pleased. And they wouldn’t have traded it for anything. This was all they could have ever wanted. His head dipped to form his mouth to their neck, breathing heavily and nursing on their flesh. Chipped teeth scraped skin and their stomach curled with another impending orgasm.
Silco gasped at a particularly tight squeeze of his sex and he huffed a short laugh. “Just like that, puppy,” he coaxed, his scarred lips pressed to their ear. His left hand gently constricted their neck and his voice dropped to an almost threatening murmur, “I want you to wring me dry, so I can breed you like the desperate mutt that you are.” He hissed as they squeezed again. “You…” Taking another breath to regain his composure, he continued, “You like the thought of that, do you?” It had been smart of him to lay the blanket across the cushions of the settee earlier, hopefully it wouldn’t soak through. “Of me breeding you?” Their responding moan was more than enough of an answer. “Such an obedient, little puppy. Letting me use you like this.”
how long do you think it took for silco to talk normally again after the river? all the damage to the nerves around his mouth and the skin taut with scars? do you think his voice sounded a little different before the damage to his upper lip and possibly the toxins that forced its way down his throat?
even a caved-in cheekbone like his could cause someone's speech to change. they connect to your jaw and provide support, which is crucial for jaw mobility. his articulation could have been off for a while until he remastered his voice.
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