Y el tono de Pío es absolutamente miserable, como si por fin el escritor se hubiese dado cuenta de que sus acciones en los últimos tiempos le habían llevado a este terreno de angustia y de desolación, como si estuviese ahora mismo en un callejón sin salida sin la más mínima idea de qué hacer para salir de esta situación. Puede que Pío Baroja no fuese el más pulcro de los agentes pero se le veía con un aspecto más desaliñado que de costumbre y con aquellas ojeras que le daban un aspecto terrible.
-Por favor Javier, tienes que ayudarme a reconquistar a tu hermano… antes de que sea demasiado tarde, si es que no es ya…
Tal vez Joaquin se había hartado y estaba próximo a encontrar a otra persona más digna de su amor, pero él lo amaba… había sido un ciego y un estúpido que se había dejado guiar por los miedos y las inseguridades, permitiendo que estas enturbiasen su relación. Y desde que Joaquin se había ido de casa, esta se le caía encima, era como estar viviendo una pesadilla. Sin ninguna pizca de orgullo, pues nada de eso le quedaba ya, Pío volvió a repetir su ruego.
“Is Dr. Iplier sure he wants to go through with this?”
“To see the look on your face? Absolutely.”
The Host snorted, smiling at Dr. Iplier, and he began to shrug off his coat and clothes, Dr. Iplier falling suit. The Host pushed Dr. Iplier to sit on the bed, sitting himself in his lap, and kissed him. Dr. Iplier hummed into the kiss, hands coming up to hold the Host’s hips.
The Host slipped a hand between them to wrap around Dr. Iplier dick, and Dr. Iplier broke the kiss to moan softly, pressing their foreheads together. The Host raised an eyebrow, smirking a bit as he lightly stroked the other, just to make him squirm a bit. “Ready?”
Dr. Iplier whined. “Host, stop being such a fucking tease and do it already!”
The Host chuckled, hand stilling, and he leaned forward the peck Dr. Iplier’s lips before he began muttering under his breath. Dr. Iplier squirmed underneath him, panting as his dick began to shift and morph in the Host’s hand. “Hoooost...nnn, that feels...weird...”
“Shhh, the Host is almost done. Unless Dr. Iplier wants to stop...?”
Dr. Iplier hissed through his teeth. “Don’t you dare.”
The Host hummed, finishing up his words and the magic that flowed through them. Dr. Iplier’s dick had thickened in his hand, much thicker, though particularly at the base as it tapered off at the end. It was smoothe, slick, and when the Host shifted his hand to start stroking again, Dr. Iplier made a strangled sound, bucking his hips as his dick moved in the Host’s hand, wriggling and squirming and coiling around one of the Host’s fingers. Essentially a tentacle now.
Exactly what the Host wanted.
The Host smirked, squeezing Dr. Iplier’s new tentacle lightly, and Dr. Iplier moaned high and clear, bucking his hips, fingers digging into the Host’s hips. The Host’s smirk grew. “Does that feel good?”
“Oh you prick.” Dr. Iplier squirmed, panting, as the tentacle continued to move. The Host let go of it, letting it explore his hand, coiling around his fingers and the rubbing at the spaces in between. Dr. Iplier shuddered, unable to keep himself still. “It feels...weird, I’m not controlling it, it’s just sort of movin -- nngh!”
The Host rubbed the tip of the tentacle -- a little smaller than the width of his pinky -- between two fingers, as if he were trying to twirl it, and Dr. Iplier spat curses, now writhing beneath the Host, rolling his hips constantly. The Host reached down with his other hand, stroking the tentacle a little as his other hand continued to play with the end. His smirk grew into a grin as he leaned close to purr into Dr. Iplier’s ear. “So sensitive, hm? Already so worked up from the Host’s hands alone...imagine how it’d feel sliding into the Host, into the tight heat of his bo --”
The Host didn’t make it through his sentence before Dr. Iplier was flipping them over and slamming the Host onto the bed. The Host laughed, stupid grin still on his face, even as Dr. Iplier grabbed his wrists, pinning him down. “So impatient, doctor.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Dr. Iplier growled out. He shifted them more securely onto the bed, and the Host couldn’t help the small gasp when he felt the tentacle curiously caressing his ass, and he subconsciously spread his legs wider. Dr. Iplier now wore the grin, nose to nose with the Host. “Not laughing now, are you?”
The Host opened his mouth to snark something back, but then Dr. Iplier began easing into him, and the Host’s mind went blank.
It was weird; the tentacle thrashed and squirmed inside him, trying to wriggle its way deeper inside him despite Dr. Iplier’s slow pace. It stretched him open as it slowly became thicker, sliding deeper inside him. By the time Dr. Iplier was fully seated inside him, the Host was letting out gasping moans, back arching as the tentacle writhed inside him, his heels digging into Dr. Iplier’s back.
Dr. Iplier pressed his forehead to the Host’s, panting heavily. “Host --” He didn’t finish, electing to instead kiss the Host, almost desperately. THe Host kissed back with a feverish intensity, letting Dr. Iplier swallow his sounds as the tentacle explored his insides. It felt strange, really strange, but so good, and it only got better when the tentacle found his prostate.
The Host broke the kiss to instead toss his head back in a loud, keening moan, clenching tight around the tentacle. His own cock was throbbing with need, dripping pre all over his belly. “Doctor doctor doctor, move, move, please!”
Dr. Iplier needed no further incentive, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back into the Host. The tentacle continued to thrash inside him, sometimes hitting the Host’s sweet spot, other times completely missing it, and the inconsistent spikes of pleasure had the Host writhing all the more.
“Please please please please please --” The Host had fallen into a broken mantra of pleas, only interrupted by his moans. Dr. Iplier was growling in his ear, kissing and nibbling at his throat, and the Host swore loudly. “Fuck, please!”
“Tell me what you want, Host.” The tip of the tentacle pressed hard against the Host’s inner walls, dragging across his prostate as Dr. Iplier fucked him hard, and the Host’s voice stopped working, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Dr. Iplier’s breath was hot against his skin, and the Host tilted his head more for him, shuddering when Dr. Iplier’s teeth grazed against his throat. “Come on, use those pretty words of yours.”
“More!” The Host bit his lip, hard enough bleed. Though blind, stars were still dancing in his vision with every twist of the tentacle. “More, want more, please!”
Dr. Iplier sank his teeth into the Host’s throat, fucking him harder, faster, and the Host’s back arched, rolling his hips down to meet Dr. Iplier’s thrusts. He didn’t last much longer; the tentacle thrashed, rubbing up against his prostate, and the Host exploded all across both their stomachs and his own chest, his orgasm hitting him like a fucking train. He clenched tight around the tentacle, riding out his orgasm, mind fuzzing with overstimulation as Dr. Iplier refused to slow.
Thankfully, he came soon after the Host. He slammed his hips against the Host, pushing as deep as he could go, and he came, filling the Host up. For some reason, there was more cum than with Dr. Iplier’s normal, human dick, and it felt a bit stickier than usual, but the Host didn’t mind. He felt good, and that was all he cared about at the moment.
Dr. Iplier kissed him, the tentacle twitching a bit inside the Host before at last going still. Both of their chests were heaving, and the Host dropped his legs from around Dr. Iplier’s waist. The kiss broke, but the Host could still feel Dr. Iplier’s grin. “Fuck...”
“Mmm...” The Host couldn’t voice much more than that, head still fuzzy, now with the afterglow of the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life. His throat would probably hurt the morning, but he honestly couldn’t care less at the moment.
Dr. Iplier laughed, slowly pulling out, and the Host gasped and twitched at the movement. “Come on, my dear. Let’s get ourselves a bath.” He kissed the Host’s forehead. “And I’ll bring you breakfast in bed. Don’t think you’ll be able to walk after that.”
He hefted the Host into his arms, staggering a little, and carried him into the bathroom. The Host just hummed sleepily, and curled into his chest. “...Tea and waffles, please...”
Dark I feel is pretty into edging. Making Wil just a mess beneath him, delighting in his begging. Of course, when Wil turns around and does it to him it’s a very different story, but Dark still loves it all the same. Just…a different appreciation
Wil is very fond of hypnotism. Dark’s so stressed, anything to get his dear husband to just relax…enjoy himself without his mind wandering to his stressors…maybe even filming Dark while Wil’s magic pushes away all his inhibitors and Dark turns into such a wanton slut for his husband. And then playing it back for Dark later, just to watch him blush
King is, surprisingly, very into bondage. Nothing heavy like BDSM, but just tying up his partner, watching them squirm with a few well placed knots, it’s delicious for him
Bim likes to leave marks. He likes to cover his partner in bites, kisses, bruises, hickies…he likes to see the proof days later, pointing them out just to make the other squirm
Eric’s biggest dream is to be fucked over and over, till he’s cumming dry and he can’t take it anymore yet being forced further into overstimulation anyway.
Ed I hc as aro, so he’s not much into the feelings bit of it all. He likes it fast and dirty, and tbh, his biggest kink is probably seeing his cum all over his partner for the night
Bing is a slut. He is more than happy to be a living toy for his partner. And with his robotic body, with all sort of ~fun~ features, it can certainly end up being a wild night
Google as well is quite fond of edging. It’s scientific for him. Scanning his partner’s vitals, knowing the exact moment they’re about to burst, and pulling away. Making his partner beg and scream and cry with frustration, but never letting up with that stupid smirk of his
The Host I feel would be very into wax play for some reason. He likes the pain, likes being turned into a work of art of melted wax
Dr. Iplier has the BIGGEST voice kink, dear God. Whisper filthy things in his ear and he’s gone
Silver i actually hc as ace, so I’ll avoid him
The Jim twins as well I hc ace as well as aro
Reynolds likes being blindfolded. He likes the unknown, the thrill of trusting his partner
Magnum has a size kink. He is a big man, and if his partner is small enough, he can see his cock moving inside them, and God does that do something to him.
Illinois is a horny bastard. He’s been through enough ancient ruins and temples to know ancient people were also horny bastard. The amount of times he’s been shot up with some kind of aphrodisiac while adventuring is astounding, and he really enjoys it
Yancy is a touch-starved baby. Love him. Worship him. He will be putty in his partner’s hands.
i just imagined them trying to do a roleplay but messing up somehow. Like Doc is tryna be sexy like "here, let me give you a prostate exam" or smth and the host responds with "do it with your dick" and both of them immediately break down in laughter.
They don't have to do full on roleplay, but they could always just have one of them strapped down to an examination chair with those stirrups
Oh the Host would be more than down with that, but I still think that just due their smartass nature and just the idea of it all that neither could take it too seriously. Though they’d still have fun!
