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⎮What type of sub are they?⎮

Part.3 : Capitano & Pantalone

Capitano

✦ Capitano has a strong mind along with a certain pride. He isn't the type to brag since he knows that his action speaks louder than his words, but he particularly holds onto his pride of his. This explains why he wasn't fond of the idea of being a sub, he never imagined himself as someone that could let go of the control he has.

✦ It takes him some time to get used to it, going slow with him is the best way to do it. Despite being a strong big man, he is still quite sensitive to some things, and he was never used to intimacy before. Except when he fights, nobody even touched him in any way, making it all more overwhelming for him.

✦ Everything you do can affect him strongly, from the good to bad things. One single kiss can either melt his heart or have him clench his thighs together, there's no in-between, except maybe when you can see him melt against you and rub himself on your thigh. Touch him slowly, learn where he is the most sensitive, and soon, he will be putty in your hands. He loves foreplay, almost more than the moment he orgasms itself.

✦ He is far from a bratty sub, he's obedient, wanting to please you and doing everything correctly. He almost takes your orders as seriously as a mission the Tsaritsa could give him. You could tell him anything, from the softest order to the most humiliating thing, he would do it without a second thought.

✦ Ask him to get on his knees? He will be at your feet in seconds. After getting his trust, you won't deny anything you ask him to do. But don't go too far, he may be obedient and understanding, but he won't let you use him in a way that could damage his pride, reputation, or mission. If you do, you won't wake up the next morning.

✦ At first, he does it to please you, and only focuses on your pleasure. But after a while, he starts to get curious, and needy, everything is flipped up suddenly. You help him, show him how it's done, he needs you here to do anything, he can't get the pleasure he craves when you aren't with him. Spoil him, and you will give you everything he has.

✦ He isn't a jealous man nor possessive, but seeing someone making you uncomfortable can piss Capitano off rather quickly. If you don't take care of the person, he will. Don't forget that he is still one of the Harbingers, and he can kill whoever he wants.

✦ After every mission, and battle, he would come to find you. You are his stress reliever, he isn't shy or embarrassed to admit it and in private, he would be at your side whenever he can. Don't expect him to act the same way outside though, he is still a respected and prideful man, outside private quarters, he is a fighter and won't let his private life get in the way.

✦ Capitano will be obedient, and listen to whatever you tell him, but don't cross the line. Because there will be no second chance.

Pantalone

✦ Pantalone, the wealthy and cunning man everyone knows. He is extremely smart, thinks about everything and knows what he wants. And he wants you. The day you met him, simply wanting to approve a transaction between your organization and his, something clicked.

✦ He tried to get you with gifts, money, and expensive dates, that he was covering by calling them business meetings. Sadly, it barely worked, instead of being interested in him, you were just seeing the material part only. And that's when the physical attraction came into play, using his charm instead of his wealth.

✦ After the first night, he got you hooked. He has control at first, tempts you, makes you give in and then, lets you do whatever you want. The fact that you are looking at him only and doing it with him is enough, that brings Pantalone the most satisfaction.

✦ He isn't obedient nor bratty, he just knows what he wants and will do everything to have it. The simple attraction that he has for you changed, and ended up turning into an unhealthy obsession, he needed you. Nothing was too much if it made you stay with him. Each of your desire was met, from the material one to the sexual one.

✦ He buys himself lingerie, picking the ones he knew you would like. He buys the most expensive toys, sheets, and builds a room only for those night activities. He gets everything you need, makes everything around you, himself include fits into your standards, you can't refuse. He has you all figured out.

✦ Despite how he acts, he's weak for you, a single touch of yours can make his body and mind freeze. You have much more control over him than he likes to admit, he would do anything to spend one more night with you. Absolutely in love with anything oral, he prefers giving over receiving, he wants to worship you and be the one to make you feel good.

✦ As long as it is with you, he could do anything, from wearing the most expensive lingerie under his clothes to greeting you back home with rope and the cutest outfit. He would let you call him puppy, let him kneel in front of you, pleasure you or hump your thigh, and he would thank you.

✦ Pantalone is the smartest and most dangerous man, he meets your standards and expectations, but in return, you can't leave or hope to have someone else. If he ever catches you being too close to someone, they will never be seen again. If he sees suspicious marks on your back during the night, he would go as far as drug one of your drink to make sure you can't leave again, he has the power and money to do anything he wants.

✦ In the end, Pantalone would be the best partner by being willing to give you anything and everything, but don't expect to be able to ever change your mind after the first night. He owns you and you own him. There's no coming back, you don't know yet how far he could go for you.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

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NSFW under the cut. Minors please look away and carry on, it's not porn or anything but it's still 18+ shit so just stay away

Y'all who should have Capitano like this

Who Should I pair Capitano with?

Zhongli

Pierro

Dottore and his Segments

Neuvillette

Tsaritsa

Tartaglia +/ Foul Legacy

Varka

Kaveh

Itto

Andrius

Vishap Reader

Make the two highest chosen do it together

Voting ended onAug 11, 2024

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⎮Behind the Mask⎮

⏤ Characters: Capitano⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings: sub! Capitano, top! male reader, description of scars and injuries, bondage (use of rope), long ass tongue, thigh riding, mention of overstimulation

⏤ 6.300 words

The sky was already dark when you came back with your comrades, two of them were injured but the rest of you were fine. One of the mages was attacked by a ruin guardian, and one agent got injured by a certain traveller. But before you could defend your subordinates, he ran away with a strange look; you promise yourself that you won't forget his face. On the way back, you remembered that n°11 talked about someone similar physically, and because of this, you would be forced to make a report about what happened. Sometimes, you regret being a high-ranked agent.

The large building was standing in front of you, tall and intimidating. As you pushed the big double doors open, the cold walls of the building give you an almost warm welcome, telling you that you were home and safe. You shake your long black coat a bit, letting the leftover snow falls on the ground, suddenly feeling much lighter than earlier, sighing in contentment. Compared to most of the Harbingers, that wore white coats and black clothes, as a high-ranked agent you were wearing the opposite, black coat and white clothes. It was made for the subordinates to recognize each rank and know who they needed to greet or not, as they would only wear classic clothes themselves.

Sensing how everyone was tired, you order your comrades to have a rest now, as you were needed somewhere the next day. You watch them leave with a grateful smile and a nod, greeting their friends who were waiting for them or just directly going to their shared room. You replace your mask correctly with a sigh, heading to your room in silence, only greetings some familiar agents who recognized you.

Despite not being a Harbinger, you were well-known within the organization and fairly respected. You haven't been here for long, but managed to prove yourself rather quickly, and you did not regret the sacrifice you made to achieve this. As you were lost in your thoughts, you groan at the sudden sparkle of pain you feel in your arm, cursing under your breath as your white sleeve was turning red, knowing you needed to go see a certain doctor. With gritted teeth, you grip the wound to prevent more blood from flowing out as you take another corridor.

You walk until you find yourself in front of a cold metallic door, the sounds of metal clinking and slamming against a table made your ears hurt. You were envious of your agents being stitched up by normal nurses, while you and the other high-ranked along with the Harbingers were being treated by The Doctor. You knock at the door softly, waiting for the horrible sounds to stop before opening it, and you're immediately greeted by the glacial glare of this crazy guy. Before he could ask why you were here, you just raise your left arm showing off the bloody sleeve.

As you came here once or twice before, you were used to him and so, you just plop down on the free table, rolling up your sleeve in silence, too lazy to even think about pissing off Dottore. Thankfully, he would always leave a free table for his patient to sit down at, since nobody wanted to sit next to a corpse. The smell of blood was almost disgusting in this room, despite being used to it most of the time with how many people you took care of. Talking about disgusting things, an arm with rotting skin catches your attention, being placed on the other table beside you, the skin turned purple, and you could almost see some parasites crawling inside of it. As you were looking away, you shudder suddenly at the thing in your peripheral vision and crush the larva that was coming your way, leaving a splash and trail of blood behind. This guy really needs to clean his lab.

You hear Dottore chuckle, making fun of your reaction, and you send him a disgusted look while he was wheezing uncontrollably. That was it, until he feels something on his arm, another larva, and this time he wasn't laughing anymore. You snort at the look on his face and his glare was daring you to say something, so, you just send him an amused smile. You could feel the annoyance under his mask, only thanking him quietly as he starts to treat the wound and stitch the clean cut after a moment of silence. You are surprised when he doesn't grip your arm tightly like usual, just holding it up without putting you in an uncomfortable position. And you feel like passing out from shock when he questions how you got this cut almost being friendly, not knowing how to reply as the man rolls his eyes at your overdramatic reaction.

You more or less make small talk, and you learn a bit more about the current Harbingers, as the Doctor was complaining about some of them, you hear about someone that seemed a bit familiar, too familiar. You don't recognize the name itself but this “Capitano” description seemed really similar to one of your old friends that you lost contact with. And that's when the Doc mentions the helmet he is wearing, exactly the same as the one you made for your friend years ago, and you understand immediately who he is.

Quickly Dottore finished stitching up your wounds, and you left the laboratory shortly after, still thinking about the conversation you just had. You couldn't believe that one of the Harbingers could be an old friend of yours, someone that you have been close to before, really close to. You were both around the same age, and you spend years together, as teens and as adults. But you weren't only friends, years passed, and you started to get attracted to him as he started to think about you too, and you end up having a quite special relationship. You were still unsure if it was love or a simple physical attraction, but it did change the way you were perceiving the other.

Unfortunately, you got an offer for a job in Inazuma and you couldn't refuse, so you were forced to leave the country quickly. Sadly, you didn't manage to get a hold of your friend before leaving and so, you left a letter before taking a boat to Inazuma, excited to discover new things. Until now, you never heard of him again, leaving you disappointed but understanding why. Something inside you stirred awake, but you thought that it was better to stay away from him. You doubt he would be able to recognize you anyway, with all the new scars you gained and how you changed after the years, you weren't the same man as before. And there was no doubt that he really changed too, he wouldn't remember you anyway.

You finally reach the desired corridor, still lost in your thoughts, not really looking in front of you. You started to feel warm suddenly for no clear reason, perhaps it was the tiredness and blood loss making your body react, but it was burning up in a strange way. You stop in the middle of the corridor, feeling something or someone glaring straight up at you, and when you raised your head, you saw him.

He was as tall as before if not just a bit taller, as large as you, intimidating, and looking at you directly in the eyes. The helmet he was wearing, was the one that you made for him some years ago, some details were added at the top, but you could recognize your work with a simple glance. His long white coat looked heavy and was covering almost all of his body, nothing could help you confirm that it was him except for the helmet, but you knew. This feeling was too familiar to be mistaken, he was the one you missed for so long.

Your mind was screaming at you to go away, to continue walking as if you didn't know him, while your heart was beating erratically, old feelings coming back in full force. That's when you notice where he was standing, the all too familiar white door, your door. He was standing in between the door and you, making you unable to just walk away, or enter your room as if nothing happened. As you took a step back and his voice boomed against the walls instantly, your name being called without hesitation. You wanted to take another step back, but he looked ready to jump forward, ready to run after you without a second thought.

You stood there, looking at him as he looked right back at you. He was trembling a bit, it was almost unperceivable. If you didn't know better, you could think he was mad, shaking with rage, but he was not. Capitano was shocked, body tensed as the man he searched for everywhere for years and years, was standing in front of him calmly. The same beautiful man that he knew before, nothing changed about you, except for the scars adorning your skin, standing out with how light it was compared to your natural skin colour. He felt a sudden rage at your bloody sleeve and how tired you looked, a protective feeling coming back as he wanted to keep you close and well. His heart was beating quickly, his body heating up, and he just wanted to touch you. He needed to know if he wasn't hallucinating, if you were really here, with him. Not just his imagination playing with him and his heart again.

Your gaze never left him, and you both unconsciously stepped closer, almost drawn toward the other. You stood in front of each other, face to face, upper bodies touching as you stare at the black void of his mask, managing to discern his facial features. You can feel him grow soft as he observes you in silence, he raises his hand, his glove bringing a chill up your spine as he rubs your jaw gently, almost lovingly.

His hold on your face was strong, and you can't help but remember your last meeting, as you wrap your hand around his waist to bring him closer, sensing the surprise of Capitano as he gets a flashback on what happened more than 5 years ago. If he could, he would cry, but he kept himself from doing so, just enjoying the contact without a word. Compared to anybody else, he couldn't kiss you and so, ended up nuzzling his mask into your neck, his tongue appearing from the void to leave a wet mark on your skin.

You stood there for some minutes, bodies pressed together, the warmth from your embrace calming down the Harbinger and bringing back memories. Capitano let go as he motioned with a movement of his head to your door, but as you were going to head to the room, you hear some voices getting closer and closer. You both step back, standing 2 meters away from each other, and you watch Capitano leaving, ignoring the subordinates that were greeting you, and calling your name. You catch his disappointed gaze as he walked away, hands clenched as he was frustrated by the outcome of this meeting.

The next days, you were focused on working, and you got dumped on so many missions for you and your team that you had no break. Without knowing it, you kept missing Capitano by only some minutes or something kept you from meeting him every time. When he tried to talk to you the next day, you had already left your room 10 minutes before, the same night, you got another mission and were forced to sleep in a camp outside. When you passed by the other in the corridor, he was with another Harbinger while you were with some subordinates, making you unable to exchange any words.

And it has been the same for the next following days, you were annoyed and a bit frustrated while Capitano was really losing his patience. He just wanted to grab your arm whenever you were close and lead you away, so you could really talk. Because you perhaps forgot about him, lost your feelings, but he did not. He could never forget the one that made him this helmet, the one who helped him to continue to live and made him become who he was today. Despite his face, you stayed by his side, until that day when you left, leaving only a letter and that helmet behind.

Finally, after some days, you lost patience too, and when you got another mission, you left the room, asking for another high-ranked to be designed as the leader for the day instead of you. Your agents chuckled at your impatience, knowing what was happening, and didn't say anything about the way you disappeared through the door, not even waiting for an answer, exchanging knowing smiles. As you almost ran to your room, you saw him, waiting there. The atmosphere around him was tense as he almost punched the wall with frustration. He was ready to leave and as he turned around, walking forward, he saw you and stopped moving immediately.

And before you know it, Capitano moved quickly, heavy steps making so much noise while he gripped your hand, dragging you to your room, urging you to open it. And as you slammed the door closed behind you, he was pressing himself against you, tugging your coat off as he gripped your shoulders. You did not have the time to think before a long tongue entered your mouth and was sliding down your throat, making you unable to breathe as you choke on it.

You grabbed Capitano's neck, tightening your grip around it, forcing him to retract his tongue and let you inhale some air. He groaned and grasped your arm, holding it for support as he tries to push you against the wall. You were both acting as if it was a fight, gripping each other's throats, trying to pin the other's hands somewhere, grabbing clothes to tug the other forward, almost ripping the clothes. None wanted to give up on their control.

By the end of that match, Capitano was pinned against the wall, hands behind his back as you grabbed a small rope to tie them together. His long hair was dishevelled, his coat has been discarded, his tight top was almost ripped in two, and his belt was nowhere to be found. Despite the raging fight, he still managed to take off your coat and top, leaving your pants on and without any second thought, you kicked off your shoes, the man in front of you doing the same.

As you were going to get closer, that's when it hits you, his helmet. You freeze on the spot, not knowing what to do as you heard that nobody here ever saw Capitano without his helmet but then, he called out your name, telling you to take it off.

“If it's you… It's alright.”

You were the one who made it for him, you were the one that saw him without it years ago, and so, he trusted you. How surprising it was, especially coming from a Harbinger, and especially someone that was known for not paying attention to those weaker than him.

You looked at him, waiting for a nod before placing your hands on each side of the helmet, moving it forward and up slowly to make sure you would not hit his face. And then, you saw his scarred face, but especially his mouth again, that was unforgettable. The exposed white teeth and gums, the melting skin around the jaw, the abnormal long and almost slimy tongue, everything could belong to a horror story.

Capitano was looking at your eyes in silence, seeing every emotion dancing in your eyes, and that's when he remembered something that he said a long time ago, after you saw his face for the first time.

“I already shared… all the kisses I could ever give.”

What a monstrous price to not be able to die, but be given an irreparable skin. Each cut, small or big, could never disappear, staying on his body forever, haunting his mind. Capitano could feel the ragged torn flesh of his face burn under your gaze, as he was going to say something, you just moved forward, placing delicately your lips on the corner of what should be his lips.

He froze on the spot, his heart beating loudly in his chest, he was unable to process what just happened. The feeling of something soft pressing against his monstrous face, the understanding behind this action, he hides his face in your neck. Something cold and wet hits your skin as Capitano trembles in your hold. You stay there for some long minutes, just hugging him tightly as he refused to let go of you.

As he calmed down, he looked up, your face only centimetres away from his, your warm breath fanning over his mouth, sending a strange feeling on his flesh and exposed teeth. And with a chuckle, you did this action again, the one that warmed up his heart but also body, and the urge to have you again was burning inside his soul.

From one single glance, you both understood that you wanted the same thing, excitement made both of you shiver, bodies reacting to simple eye contact. With a smirk, you grabbed Capitano's arm, hands still tied behind his back and threw him onto the bed, watching him struggle to sit up. Standing in front of him, you take off your opera gloves, and your harness and unbuttoned your pants just in front of the lustful man.

Capitano licked his teeth as he was enjoying the almost strip tease, eyes darkening as his pants felt tighter by the second. His whole body tensed as he just wanted to get up, but your merciless glare stuck him in place. He felt hopeless, just being trapped by a predator when he was supposed to be the one leading. And finally, you stepped closer, his legs bounced with excitement, trembling with excitation as he needed anything you could give him.

Your hand held his jaw, raising his head as you offer him a mocking smile.

“Good job, you did not move, my dear.”

Capitano could feel his cheeks burn in embarrassment, but something stirred awake in his stomach as he craved more. Your eyes light up at his desperate expression, moving to your closet to take out a black rope, playing with it in between your fingers as you send him a knowing smile. Without thinking, Capitano sat up correctly, straightening his back as he felt the rope holding his hands together falling on the bed, before being immediately replaced by this new one.

The black rope making stands out his tawny brown skin along with the lighter scars littering his body. Your gaze flittered from scar to scar, the dry and colder marks running like cracks on a statue, all over his gorgeous body. You wrapped the rope up to his shoulders, before moving to the front of his body, making his chest stand out, following the curves. And then, you made it hug his thighs and crotch just after taking off his pants and underwear. He looked amazing, and you can't help but let your hand graze his side, pressing some sensitive spots as he groaned in between his clenched teeth.

Without a word, you gripped his thighs, picking him up before sitting down on his previous spot and placing him on your lap. Capitano flinched at the position since it has been so long since he got touched or even been so close to someone. He was glad that it was you with him here. As you left kisses down his jaw to his neck, sucking on some spots, you pressed three of your fingers against his tongue. The way it was wrapping around them, almost going to your wrist was hypnotizing. The strange sensation sent an odd feeling through your body, immediately thinking about what others things this tongue could do.

Your head moves lower, biting his chest, leaving bleeding marks and purple spots. Drool started to slide down your arms as you stop playing with his tongue, you let the tip of your fingers trail down the middle of his back, forcing him to unconsciously arch it under the cold but enjoyable sensation. The touch was so light and gentle that he had to hold back another shiver, unable to control his reactions completely. The way you were treating him sent his stomach fluttering, heat rolling down his entire body.

With your free hand, you moved his body so he was sitting on one of your thighs only, pushing his hips gently so he could start to hump your leg. His breath became ragged at the sudden spike of pleasure, jaw going slack as he starts to let out more noises, too sensitive to your touches. You would randomly tense your muscle, watching his hips jerk up as he could not even use his hands to find some kind of support. Capitano was only able to let his forehead rest on your shoulder while moving his hips at a fast pace. He was pushing his hips forward for another kind of contact, begging with his body, he needed your hand, he needed more.

The fast pace got even faster, drool falling onto your shoulder as he couldn't even think about closing his teeth or swallowing. He felt at your mercy, your dominance making his body shake under the excitation, especially when he was tied up and couldn't move an inch. Warm spread through Capitano's core, feeling the high coming until everything came to a halt suddenly.

A deep moan followed by soft pants filled the room, Capitano began to shake and squirm as your index entered him, slow and torturous, an obscene moan leaving his mouth at the sensation. His body swallowed it greedily, almost begging for the second and the third, surprising you in the process. And with a soft but strong grip, you made him move his hips again, leaving his twitching cock to rub against your skin, almost drenched in his precum now, while you play with his insides with your finger.

As you push another on in, you watch him arch his back, chest colliding against yours as he pants into your ear. His nails dug into his palms as he releases a shaky breath, body quivering and legs tensing as the pleasure brought him higher and higher. Despite the roughness of your movements, he felt his heart beat erratically as your mouth worshipped his body.

He was high on the pleasure and emotions he was feeling, the shivers your fingers send up his back. But your mouth warming up his body and heart, your kisses on his neck as your hair tickles his shoulder a bit. When you get back up to litter kisses all over his face, even pressing longer kisses on the parts he hated, ignoring the odd texture as you make him feel accepted. He never had someone worship his body before as if he was your everything, not only worshipping his body but also his soul and heart.

As you moved to his torso, he couldn't help but arch his back more, almost to the point it could hurt as he tries to get closer to you. As your hair tickles his body, his mouth almost forms a smile as his head roll back leaving you all access to his body. He could feel the rope dig into his skin, but the rough friction only heighten his sensitivity, making him slowly lose his mind.

And that's when the third finger slid in, and you watched with satisfaction his cock twitch at the stronger stimulation, long and fat fingers rubbing against his most sensitive spots. He could feel your fingertips brush past this special spot, and it made him see stars, he could cry when you don't press against it, soft moans escaping his mouth. He couldn't do it anymore, he was receiving stimulation on every part of his body except his cock, twitching uselessly, hoping to catch your attention. You speed up the pace, watching as a crumble on top of you, the strong Harbinger, this infamous fighter whining for you and your touch.

He would not let himself beg verbally, but you saw it in the way he was looking at you, how he moved his hips against your crotch while trying to get your fingers out of him. You let out a chuckle, thrusting them in one last time, pressing against his prostate as he chokes on a moan, throwing his head back as his thighs quivered. You just had the time to place your hand on his lower back so he doesn't fall backwards. You take them out with a sinful wet squelch, leaning back while still holding Capitano's hips to take some condoms from the drawer.

The man on your lap was getting impatient, annoyed, he dipped his head down, tongue lolling out to trace an invisible line on your neck before biting down harshly, sharp teeth breaking the skin. Capitano almost moaned at the taste of your blood, teeth and torn flesh covered in the red fluid as he licked the mark clean. As he was going to bite you again, you squeeze his ass listening to the groan he lets out, legs suddenly spreading wider when finally noticed that you ripped the condom wrapper open and were putting it on your length.

That's when you lifted him up, bringing him closer until he hovered over your cock, waiting for his approval as you grit your teeth, the knot in your stomach was so tight you thought you could already cum on the spot. As you stopped your movement, keeping him perched over your body, he moaned, almost whining, waiting for you to put him down.

And before Capitano could complain, you slid inside of him, stretching his hole out more than he thought you would, making him think that 3 fingers weren't enough. You went inside slowly, watching attentively how he was reacting, body burning up as he throws his head back and his cock let a spurt of cum out. He could feel everything, and it was driving him crazy, from the thick veins on the sides, the curve, thickness and how it was forcing him open.

You were tempted to let him get used to your size, but the way he was clenching around you like a vice made you lift him up a bit before fucking into him instantly. Capitano couldn't do anything but take it, with his arms still tied, and his legs forced apart by the rope, he was obliged to moan and accept your punishing pace. The bed was jolting with the force of your thrusts, with your fingers digging into his skin, and one of your hands moving to his neck, Capitano was losing his mind.

He was feeling so full that his mind was getting blank as he struggles to stay conscious, trying to stay aware of what was around him. His muscles were screaming at him, his back was arching more and more, and he couldn't keep his mouth close, tongue lolling out. He wasn't trying to talk anymore, just accepting what you were giving him. Perhaps you were punishing him because he never sent you a letter, and the moment he thought about being punished, he felt a sharp pain in his ass.

You smirk at his shocked face, surely still feeling the throbbing pain of the slap as you rub his skin gently, easing the pain until you strike again. And this time, you started to speed up the pace at the same time, your torso pressed together, skin brushing with each thrust, heightening his sensitivity. You feel yourself twitch under the pleasure and then, Capitano clamped down around you, making you still for a second as you gasp for air.

Despite his sweaty face, and the hair sticking to his forehead, he sends you a victorious smirk almost daring you to do better. Your body was trembling when he hid his face in your neck, his teeth brushing past your pulse before biting down. All movement pauses as he marks your neck and shoulder, leaving what could be similar to wet kisses. You let him have his fun until he gets too distracted and makes you slide deeper inside him unintentionally, both of you groaning at the feeling.

You chuckle, grabbing his hips as you put him on his back, your forearms pressed into the mattress, as you hover over his body. Your face was beside his, and your mouth was next to his ear as you pant and groan, kissing his ear or whispering into it sometimes. And with a knowing smile, you start to move again, building up speed gradually as you go deeper and faster.

With his arms still behind his back, he could only grip the sheets under him as you hold his waist to make sure he doesn't move away. You can't help but admire his figure, the light passing through the window made his body glow and highlight the golden of his skin, along with the lighter scars and permanent cuts he had. His long black hair was framing his face as nothing was hiding it anymore. The view made you smile as you left a soft kiss on his temple before moving again.

Capitano spread his legs further apart, his inner thighs hurting and sending shocks through his body, but he did not care as he clamped down on you. He managed to wrap one of his legs around your waist as you hold his upper body tightly in place. Your satisfied groans now going right in his ear, as the sounds made him moan in return, body reacting to your voice. Every thrust was hitting inside him perfectly, the pace never slowing down even if he could feel your body tremble against his.

Your hips keep snapping forward, his brain going blank as all the sensations were overwhelming you. Capitano could feel you twitch inside of him, his stomach burning and turning as he was losing his mind, none of his words were intelligible anymore. You barely managed to comprehend that he was close, you only knew because of the way his body was tense, and how much precum his tip was letting out.

You were tempted to let him cum right now, right here, but a better idea emerged into your brain, and without a second thought, you started to chase after your own orgasm. Everything became blurry around you, sounds blending together when finally, the knot in your stomach snapped, and you came into the condom. But before Capitano could do too, your hand was at the base of his dick, holding it tightly so he could not reach his.

He lay there in shock, a tear sliding down his cheek as he was watching your sinful expression while he didn't even have the occasion to feel the same. He groaned his frustration, his brain still not functioning correctly as he whined and almost started to beg for you to let go. But you patiently waited for him to calm down, his body relaxing, and when he did, you pulled out. You threw the condom in the bin before putting on another, Capitano not being able to see what you were doing, he could only curse you out and beg at the same time.

“I promise, I'm going to…

Just take me, please… I want to cum-”

And before he could say anything else, you were back inside of him, pounding him roughly and without warning. His back lifted from the mattress, arching painfully as he moaned loudly, as loudly as his deep voice allowed him to. The sudden way his body tensed made the rope break and finally, he was able to touch you. His hands gripped your shoulders immediately, holding onto them for dear life as he gasped, unable to fill his lungs with air as it got knocked out of him.

With your knees firmly planted into the mattress, you let out all your frustration, ignoring the overstimulation weakening your body as you did everything to ravage Capitano. One of your hands wrapped around his cock again, your thumb playing with the slit of his head. The stimulation was too much, and his mind broke, his body was too weak to move anymore as he let you do everything. He was panting harshly, his throat dry and burning, eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open.

Your cock rubbing inside of him, hitting his spot, the pace keeping him on the edge as he needs one more thing to be pushed over. His fingers dug into your back, long nails breaking the skin, and he grabbed your neck, tugging you forward to push his tongue inside your mouth. Capitano was clinging to you, his body trembling harshly as he felt like he was going to explode.

Your hand started to jerk him off, sliding his poor neglected cock until your warm hand, listening to his choked sounds as you used the same pace as your thrusts. You were both so close, nothing was coherent anymore around you, mind fuzzy as you go faster to chase after that feeling again. You got the hint that Capitano was close too and just used the rest of your strength to give him a grand final, as you push you both over the edge. The last thrusts merciless made you lose it, his body tensed up, arms and legs trembling as you came, head falling forward as you had no energy.

Capitano felt the warm fluid almost filling him up along with the way your head hit deeper than you ever did before, and he came. He saw black spots before his eyes rolled back, his jaw going slack as his back arched, legs closing around you forcefully while his body shook. The high hit him hard as he released over both of you, coating your stomachs and chests, so much going out that he thought it would never stop. Even after you pulled out, he was staying in that arched position, back not touching the mattress. And then, he flopped down, legs tensed as they were still spread apart, toes curled as his thighs shook as if he was still cumming.

You watched with fascination as he was still in this euphoric state, mind completely blank and not reacting. And for the first time in a long while, you were almost able to discern a big smile on his face, his eyes still unfocused and vibrating as they moved from side to side violently.

You waited for him to come back, your arms wrapped around his waist as you made him roll on top of you. You were kissing his neck softly when he whispered your name, voice hoarse as if he lost his voice. You saw his eyes widen at how he sounded before sending you a scary glare, making you laugh at him out loud. The way he started to hit you despite being tired only made your laughter become louder and more uncontrollable.

When you calmed down, he was still looking at you, this time a bit more softly as he wasn't even trying to leave your embrace. You stayed there without talking, understanding what the other meant without saying it. Still in silence, Capitano placed his head on your shoulder, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other was holding your nape. You both fell asleep that way, not disturbed by the lack of words but knowing more than before.

When you woke up the next day, Capitano was already getting dressed with a paper in his hand, reading his next mission. He sends you a soft look when he saw you getting out of your bed before getting dressed too, next to him. As you were both ready to leave, you send him a strange look as he hasn't put his helmet back on and was looking at you insistently. Without a word, he raised his hand, and tap the corner of his mouth with his finger twice, making you chuckle. You stepped closer, placing your lips there softly for a second before moving away, observing his satisfied expression before putting his helmet back on.

You left your room together, nodding at the other before going your way. During the day, it was difficult for you to keep your laughter in when you heard your agents talk about how the intimidating Harbinger wasn't talking recently. And if he did, his voice sounded strange compared to the strong booming voice he had usually. One of the mages send you a knowing smile, to which you only replied with a smirk. Your agents started to laugh hysterically until you told them that you needed to get back to work, but you could still hear them in the back giggling like teenagers, bringing a smile to your face.

When you came back from your mission, you were welcomed by a furious Harbinger. And as your agents were leaving the scene quickly and quietly, you stood there, knowing your evening wasn't going to end well.

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