We were trying to explain to some friends earlier that saying "this person is in front" and "this person is co-conscious" isn't always the most useful phrasing for us because either of those terms can mean a lot of different things. We have our own words that we like to use to describe where folks can be in relation to our awareness.
The states on this chart are still a bit of a simplification, as we flow between them and it's more of a spectrum than a discrete set, but they're close enough to the actual language that we use to do the job.
"Denny, baby, you gotta- fuck," Robby hiccups, hips giving a pathetic little jerk as Dennis continues his lazy exploration, tongue dragging everywhere but where Robby oh-so-desperately needs it.
Dennis laughs- the motherfucker, he laughs against Robby's skin, suckling on his inner thigh as Robby's cock twitches and leaks against his stomach, flushed and neglected.
"Shhh, let me have this," Dennis murmurs. He swipes his tongue, hot and slow and torturous, trailing along Robby's v-line. "Wanna taste my handsome man."
My handsome man. His handsome man. His?
"Fucking hell- Dennis, please-" Robby whimpers, eyes squeezing shut, wrists pulling against his restraints.
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"Dr Robby? Er- what are you doing here?" Dennis grins awkwardly, chuckling in that endearing fucking way he always does.
What am I doing here? I'm a sad, lonely old pervert, and I want you in my bed. I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me.
Robby doesn't frequent bars. As sad as it is, if he drinks, he drinks at home, alone. He's not into loud, pulsating spaces. They give him a headache. He's just too old for this shit.
He wishes he could claim someone dragged him out here, forced him into this, but no one did. No, no one did, no one to pin his sins on. He's only here for one thing, a young, pretty little medical student- the very same that is cocking his head at him this very moment.
Robby can't help it, he can't. Poor impulse control, maybe. Maybe it's Dennis's fault, for being so endearing, so- so goddamn alluring. Sure, he feels guilty about it, but really, what was he supposed to think when Dennis snapped that stupid rat's neck in the middle of the ER? Was he not supposed to imagine how those hands would feel around his own neck?
"Um-" Robby coughs, holding up his glass of amber liquid. "Good whiskey."
That's a fucking lie. Robby knows it, Dennis knows it. It's cheap shit, barely good enough for getting drunk.
Dennis settles in the booth next to Robby, plucking the glass from Robby's hands and taking a sip. His face pinches- adorable- and he shakes his head, handing the glass back to Robby.
"Not my favorite."
Fuck. I am so fucking fucked.
He can feel Dennis's lithe, heated form against his side and he aches so badly to touch, to take. He downs the rest of his drink, focused on the burn, trying not to focus on the fact that Dennis's lips were just on the glass a moment prior.
"You okay, Dr Robby?" Dennis asks quietly, and fuck him, actual concern seeps through. He should've expected it, really. After his breakdown in pedes he took to avoiding the kid like the plague, only to- what, come crawling back? Crawling back to what, exactly? The idea of Dennis? Hell, he barely knows him.
Kid probably thinks he's just here to drink shit whiskey and drown his sorrows. If that were the case, he'd be doing it at home. How is he supposed to explain that to poor Dennis?
No, kid, not okay. Jack told me all about how he found you at this bar a couple days ago and I couldn't get it out of my fucked up head. Jacked off in the shower that night to the thought of you swaying your pretty hips to this shitty club music. Didn't even think you'd be here, honest, hoped you would be. Definitely didn't think you would spot me and come over. Why did you come over, sweet thing?
"I'm fine," Robby replies, trying not to let his gaze wander. "As always."
Dennis cocks his head again, somehow seeing right through him. Robby avoids eye contact.
"Why are you here, Dr Robby?" Dennis repeats, quieter this time, voice loaded with something Robby can't quite discern.
Fuck, why is he here, really? He stands abruptly, the guilt of what he's doing catching up him. What was he thinking, that Dennis would want him back? No, of fucking course not. Then what the hell was his plan? Manipulate the kid into his bed? Robby feels sick. He is sick.
Dennis stands with him, but he doesn't let Robby out of the booth. Instead he asks, "Do you smoke?"
Robby tenses. He nods. He doesn't know why, he could just lie to the kid, but he nods. "Sometimes."
"Do you smoke tonight?"
"...Yeah."
"Bum one with me?"
...
"Yknow, you really shouldn't be smoking at all, especially at your age," Robby comments, cigarette between his fingers.
Dennis laughs, looks up at him. "Don't give me that bullshit, old man. I'm not as innocent as I look." He side-eyes Robby, blue eyes all-seeing- some fucking how, for some fucking reason. "But I think you knew that. Didn't you?"
Robby swallows thickly. His guilt does not purify him. He's still here, smoking with a man half his age, smoking with his student. He shrugs. His guilt does not purify him.
"Who'd you hear it from? Jack?" Dennis guesses, right on the mark. Robby remains quiet, spearing smoke out of the corner of his mouth.
Dennis sits on the curb. Robby joins him, groaning quietly under his breath at the creak of his knees.
"Yeah," he admits, after a moment. "Jack."
"What'd he tell you about me?"
"...How pretty you looked writhing in his sheets," Robby whispers, thinking aloud, unable to help himself. Not when Dennis looks like that, like he's begging for something. Or like he knows something Robby can't quite grasp. Some terrible, addictive mix of both.
"That's why you're here?" Dennis takes a slow drag of his cigarette, and Robby's stomach clenches. "You think I'm easy? I'll put out for any attending that shows up? Fantasizing about an ER whore, are you? Wanna pass me around til everyone has a piece of little old Whitaker?"
Robby chokes, turning bright red. "That's not what I- I don't mean to-"
Dennis laughs at him again, head tipping back, and Robby blue screens. He's unsure, scrambled. He feels like prey.
"That's not-" Robby shudders, "what I think."
Dennis takes another drag of his cigarette. Robby has forgotten about his until this moment and puffs at his own, letting the smoke settle him a little.
"What do you think? About me?" Dennis asks, his voice quieter, less teasing. Like all this confidence is a front, like maybe he really is scared that's what Robby sees him as. That Robby came here for a slut and that's all Dennis is.
"I think- I think you're unfairly pretty," Robby murmurs, breathing out smoke. "I can't stop thinking about you. When you, uh, when you quoted that verse to me. Like you saw me. Twin souls, in a way, I think," Robby shrugs, eyes down.
Dennis is quiet for a moment. "..And you wanna fuck me?"
"Jesus, kid." Robby sighs. "Yeah, I wanna fuck you." Another pang of guilt, eating at him. "Or- take you out to dinner, if that's more your style."
Dennis snorts. "More my style? Trying to figure out if I'm just a slut or boyfriend material?"
"Do you have to be so difficult?" Robby scoffs, trying not to grin. This fucking kid.
"No, but I enjoy it." Dennis smirks, looking at Robby. "What do you enjoy?"
Robby meets his eyes. Longing aches in his chest. "Let me take you home, and I'll show you?"
Dennis leans in, hovers. Robby's breath catches. His eyes flutter when Dennis's mouth presses against his, shockingly soft- a lover's kiss, meaningful and slow. Robby feels the edges of his mind fuzz over, an embarrassing whimper slipping from his mouth to Dennis's.
Dennis smiles against his lips. "Smooth, Robinavitch."
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"Who would've known you liked being tied up so much, baby?" Dennis croons, tracing a finger over Robby's length, pulling a whine from the older man.
"Shut up, Whitaker," Robby pants, a spurt of pre-cum dribbling from his flushed tip.
This wasn't supposed to happen. Sure, Robby will sub on occasion, for the right person- Jack- but never on the first fuck. A side of him that feels too vulnerable to expose, belly-up and wanting. Robby doesn't like being caught wanting anything, let alone something as intimate as this.
Somehow, Dennis made it feel easy. Kissed him slow and sloppy, rubbed and petted and sucked all over his body until he was pliant and glassy-eyed, nothing concrete in his head except the urge to beg for more.
And now here he was, at the younger man's mercy, eyes pink and wet as he pleads and curses and cries. It's been a torturous half hour and Robby is too old for this shit- too old for kinky, energetic little things set on ruining him. He's in fucking shambles.
He doesn't get a warning before Dennis finally takes him in his mouth, the velvet heat around his cock overwhelming in its relief. "Whitaker," he sobs, hips bucking, thrusting into the pure pleasure of Dennis's throat.
Dennis moans around him, his blue eyes heavylidded and wet as he looks up at Robby. Robby can barely handle the sinful fucking sight, this beautiful boy between his legs, mouth stuffed full, cheeks pink, lidded eyes trained on him.
Fuck, he's going to cum.
"Den- Dennis, sweetheart, fuck," he chokes, trying to tug Dennis away, but he stays- keeps him tucked in his throat as Robby spills thick and hot into it.
The younger man sits up, licks his lips. Robby slumps against the bed, chest heaving, wrists weakly pulling at the restraints. He needs to touch Dennis so fucking bad he feels insane over it.
"Den," he mumbles, near delirium. "Get these off. Now."
Dennis obeys- for fucking once- and crawls up to sit on Robby's chest, carefully untying the leather bindings. Robby's hands are on Dennis's waist in a second, manhandling the boy to lay down. Dennis squeaks, an adorable fucking sound that should not be legal to make, Robby thinks.
He tries to sit back up but Robby won't let him, a hand on his pale chest to instantly push him back down. Robby moves to kneel between Dennis's thighs, leaning over him. Dennis opens his mouth but only a whine comes out.
"Awww, is puppy not so tough now?" Robby pouts down at wide-eyed Dennis, tone soft and mocking. He watches with satisfaction as Dennis blushes at the nickname and he trails a finger down the center of his chest, down his stomach, making the younger boy twitch and squirm.
"My, my, got a squirmy little pup on my hands," Robby chuckles, gently circling the head of Dennis's weeping cock with his thumb, causing him to choke out an eager moan.
"Please- please, sir, m'sorry, m'sorry-"
"Sorry?" Robby shakes his head, gripping Dennis's hips and pushing them down into the mattress, keeping him still. Dennis has a vice grip on Robby's shoulders, fingers digging in. Good. Robby hopes it bruises. "You're sorry? Hm. You weren't acting very sorry earlier, were you?"
"Sir, please- please, please, please, I'll be good now, I need- I need you, I need you, please," Dennis whines, tears slipping down his temples, and something in Robby softens.
"Awww, poor pup," he whispers, cradling the boy's cheek, thumbing away tears. "Need some relief? Need me to make you feel good?"
"Please."
Robby sighs and grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand, opening up the cap to squirt some right on Dennis's dick, carelessly slicking him up as Dennis writhes and whines, bucks into his big hand.
"Cmere. C'mere, baby, right here. Spoon me." Robby lays down with Dennis, taking the boy's arm and wrapping it around his waist. He nestles back against him, parting his thighs. "Fuck my thighs, Den."
"Fuck, you- can I?" Dennis manages, whimpery and pitiful.
"Just ordered you to, did I not?" Robby shuffles back a little, causing Dennis to inhale sharply.
Robby feels when Dennis's ruddy cock slides between his thick, hairy thighs, and he closes them around the younger's hard length.
Dennis lets out a strangled whimper as he starts fucking Robby's thighs in abandon, little ah- ah- ah-'s punching out of him with each slap of his hips on Robby's ass.
Robby tightens his thighs around Dennis, causing the younger to let out a choked moan, Dennis's lips now dragging and kissing over the back of Robby's neck, his shoulder, any bare skin he can reach. His movements are stuttery, uneven, desperate.
"You really are a puppy, aren't you?" Robby breathes, flushed and overwhelmed by Dennis's pure need. God, if he was any younger, maybe he'd be hard again by now, plowing the sweet thing into his mattress. "Fuckin humping me like a dog. You like that? Feels good? I bet it does," he coos, feeling Dennis's hot tears start to drip onto his skin.
"I'm gonna- I'm gonna- pleaaase, Dr Robby, sir, please, I'm gonna cum, let me cum, pleasepleaseplease-" Dennis whines, rutting his hips, chasing his high.
"What a good boy, begging so nicely," Robby praises, before pushing Dennis off of his back, cock slipping from between his thighs. The younger lets out a wail of disappointment, face screwing up in a sob at being denied so close to his peak.
"Shh, shh, taking care of you," Robby assures, before leaning over Dennis to take him into his mouth without any fanfare, no warning- the same treatment Dennis gave him. He likes the salty-sweet taste of him, swirling his tongue, bobbing his head to swallow him down to the base.
Dennis cries and jerks, both of his slender hands fisting in Robby's short hair as he cums uncontrollably down Robby's throat, so riled up he can't hold it any longer.
Robby'll be good. He takes it, swallows it all.
He begins his ascent back to Dennis's mouth and gasps when Dennis rolls him over and kisses him, licks into his mouth, filthy and slow, tasting himself on Robby's tongue. A whimper hiccups out of the older man, barely able to react when Dennis licks under his jaw, down his neck, down his torso, mirroring before.
He yelps when Dennis takes his soft cock into the wet heat of his mouth, tugging Dennis off of him by his hair like a scruffed puppy.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Robby pants, head falling back.
Dennis giggles, wriggling out of Robby's grasp.
"You are an evil, evil man," Robby shudders, jerking away when Dennis presses another kiss over his soft cock. "Jesus- Whitaker, stop. You're gonna send me into cardiac arrest."
Dennis grins and finally relents, crawling up to curl into Robby, relaxing into him like he didn't just steal the oxygen from Robby's poor lungs.
"You can't fool me," Robby grumps, gathering Dennis close, pressing the younger boy's face into his neck. "Can't try to act all sweet on me now. Won't fall for it."
Despite Robby's vow, he falls for it anyways, feeling impossibly soft over Dennis as he presses little kisses in the hollow of the older man's neck. "Shh, shh," Robby murmurs into his hair, sighing out. "Did real good, kid. Even if you are sadistic."
"Not sadistic," Dennis whines, slipping so easily between roles, placing the control back in Robby's hands.
The older man sighs, tries not to show how utterly soft that makes him, how fond he is of the young med student. "Hmm, I know the truth, baby. Gave it aaaalll away. You're a little brat, aren't you?"
"Nooo.. just your good boy," Dennis peeks up at Robby, batting his big, blue eyes knowing full well that they make Robby weak.
"Yeah," he scoffs, shaking his head. He presses a kiss to Dennis's hair, tucking his chin on top of his head. "Okay, baby. My good boy, huh?"
"Yours," Dennis hums, voice content and sleepy from where he's buried in Robby's chest.
"...Yeah," Robby whispers, voice cracking a little, "mine."
Okay I know this one looks similar to yesterday's comic but I swear it's completely different actually! They both followed the same general format until the punchline so I may or may not have pulled a sneaky little ctrl+c then ctrl+v because I'm a lazy ass and this is my funny comic blog, you can't stop me!
This is pretty much just as common as the last experience to be honest. I don't know why I ever expected switches would be normal and comprehensible things all the time, if the brain demons are taking over it's probably gonna get a little fucky! (I'm allowed to say this, Red very much likes being thought of as a demon.)
we had our first ever really trippy switch the other day and it was pretty scary. normally it's pretty smooth when someone else takes front but i guess not that time 🤷
Summary: You meet a Red K infected Clark Kent. Looks like you've both met your match.
─✰ Contains: Making out, Oral sex, dry humping, size difference, begging, switching, pet names
─✰ Rating: Explicit
─✰ Content Warning: Unprotected sex, mildly dubious consent/ non verbal consent, use of "good boy" in reference to Clark, characteristic RedK attitude
─✰ Word Count: 2K+
A/N: The Red K has finally infected me! Clark referred to as Kal in this bc he's undercover (｡•̀ᴗ-)★
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The night had been slow but you expected it to be. The only people who come to this club on weekdays were the owners, their bodyguards and bored people who knew about said owners and body guards. You were the latter, always stopping by when you had nothing better to do in an outfit that screamed “I'm bored, take me home”. You stopped feeling shame a while ago. What’s shameful about wanting a rich asshole to show you a good time? You’d run their tab up on fruity drinks till you were sufficiently dumb enough to spend the night in a highrise you could only dream of owning. It was your little slice of pie for going through your painfully average life with as much grace as it allowed. By now it had reached 2am and you were just about to call it quits when a tall, dark haired man tailed in behind some old guy.
You had never seen him before. You vaguely recognized the usual patriots and their rotation of muscle but you were positive you’d remember seeing those intense blue eyes. Just your luck, they sat in a booth adjacent to the bar. The two men seemed to be done talking shop if the light chatter and rolling chuckles you heard over your shoulder were anything to go off of.
“Go, have a drink; enjoy yourself; think about what I’ve offered you.” You caught the older man saying. The exact moment your mystery man went to scan the room, you worked up the courage to look over your shoulder. When your eyes met, his pearly white canines showed in a wolfish grin and you knew you had to have him.
You tried to keep it nonchalant. You looked back at your drink casually and subtly leaned forward over the bar. Over the quiet music, you could hear large boots stomp towards you. As much as you wanted to, you won’t look up until he acknowledges you first.
“Hey,” He said simply, sliding in to slot himself next to you. “I’m Kal.”
You looked over at him but had to orient yourself as you realized you needed to look up far more than you were expecting to meet his eyes.
He continued. “This place is kinda a drag, huh? My apartment is much nicer.”
“Straight to the prize?” You scoffed, surprised by the brazen behavior. “Usually the guy’s here at least offer to buy me a drink first.”
“Well,” He leaned forward to crowd you even more and traced a finger up your arm. “Lucky for both of us, I’m far from the usual guy. I see something I want. Why should I beat around the bush?”
You defyingly place a firm hand on Kal’s chest. “I suppose. The real question is: what's in it for me?”
“Easy. You get to spend the night with me and I’ll show you something you’ve never seen before.”
Kal dragged his hand up up your thigh to then rest on your waist, sending a shiver up your spine.
“What makes you so sure I've never seen it?”
“I know a good girl when I see one.”
“If I was a good girl,” You whispered up at him, sliding a finger in between a slight gap in his shirt buttons. “I wouldn’t be here talking to someone like you.”
Kal smirked, licking his lips with a slight chuckle.
“My mistake.”
Screw it if this guy had the worst vibe in the world, you thought, that laugh needed to be ingrained into your soul before you could let yourself go home. You grabbed him by his front belt buckle and dragged Kal out the club with you. You stop near a motorcycle you were more than sure belong to him then grab the back of his neck to pull him into a heated kiss. Kal was quick to slip his tongue in, rolling it over yours as your lips linked together. He barely breaked for air with anytime you pulled back, the tips of your tongues still flicking, he’d grab your jaw and force you back. Mercifully, he let go of your lips once he’d sucked and nipped at them to his satisfaction but then he took to trailing those wet kisses down your chin and jaw. You knew they'd be a bitch to cover up if he left a hickey but you had no mind to complain when the mountain of a man in front of you pushed your pelvises together and forced you to grind against his thigh.
“Oh, fuck,” You swore as you held on to his shoulder with no choice but to move along with his steel tight guiding grip.
“Watch that pretty mouth.” Kal muttered into your neck. “Ready to go?”
You just nod. You figured the next turn of events was you hopping onto the motorcycle that you were surprised hadn’t been knocked over by now but surprisingly Kal scoops you up in a bridal carry instead.
“I’ll come back for the bike. I got something much faster.”
You blinked as a gush of air hit you square in the face. The force of it was like a punch that left you dizzy and slightly disoriented. Once your eyes focused, you realized you were in a large penthouse apartment. The scenery was like a move with the moonlight flooding in from the open curtain to illuminate the bed. You looked up at the man who still had you gathered in his arms with a mixture of awe and excited anticipation.
“Some trick” You managed to quip, trying to appear unfazed. “Let me down?”
Kal sets you to the floor and rolls his eyes while you attempt to fix your wind swept appearance. He dragged you to bed, or more so picked you up again and slung you over his shoulder to carry you to the bed. You hit the mattress with an unceremonious “ooff” and turned a glare up at Kal who was already shrugging off his leather jacket.
“Asshole!” You glared at him with a barely contained smile tugging on your lips.
“Who, me?” He says cheekily while kneeling in front of the bed. Before you could ask what he was doing, he grabbed you by the hips and slid you closer to him. You watched in wonderment as he placed kisses along your thighs while making the most intense eye contact from under his eyelashes. For such a personality, you thought he had a sweet face. You could almost imagine him with a softer smile and an innocence shining behind those big blue eyes. Something compelled you to reach out and pet him. It was a simple gesture to brush his bangs off his forehead but still he leaned into the touch. Intrigued, you brought your hand back up to rake your fingers through his dark wavy hair. His eyes fluttered for a second and he let out a barely audible sigh as he dropped his head into your lap. Soon he was completely engrossed with your touch, making a deep rumbling sound of contentment.
He let it go on longer than you had expected. Kal seemed to have forgotten his earlier mission of getting laid in favor of indulging his surprising need for gentle affection. You had been with those guys who got all mushy afterwards but this was taking it to another level. Experimentally, you grabbed a fistfull of his hair and tugged his head back forcing him to look up at you again. A giggle slipped past your lips as this pulled another groan from Kal.
“Aww,” you cooed teasingly with a sickly sweet voice, “Looks like our big, bad wolf is really just a little puppy dog.”
Kal jumped up and growled a dark “Fuck. you.” He knocked your hand away and grabbed your waist again to pin you to bed. His eyes seemed to glow as he tensed his jaw and seethed. Kal, focusing on his objective once again, hiked up your dress with more roughness than was necessary until it was bunched up around your middle. He tracing the lines of your body in quiet fascination before hooking his thumbs in the straps of your panties and pulling them down slowly.
“Don’t piss me off, princess. You wouldn’t like how it ended.” He threatened, which apparently was asshole for “I’ll let that one slide.” You didn’t try to fight it, completely forgetting about playing hard to get. Your knee fell farther apart and Kal wasted no time ducking down and placing a kiss on your exposed pussy.
He started slow with you. Long, teasing licks that made you shiver. Once you were sufficiently warmed up, quivering in anticipation and dripping down your own thighs, he became focused. Kal flicked his tongue over your clit at first, the tip of which tickled the nerves then dipped lower to lick in between your folds. He grabbed your legs to push them up more then buried his face in your heat to suck you in. The sensation was intense with your only relief being the seconds in between when he’d pull back from abusing your clit in a crude kiss like smack. You gripped Kal’s hair desperately, now with less control on your part. As your fingers involuntarily curled in, the groans coming from the man currently devouring you sent up a vibration that made your stomach coil. Kal then pressed the tip of his middle finger into you and you were suddenly reminded of how empty your hole felt. The curl of the thick digit rubbing against your walls was heaven but still you panted for more. He added in a second one to twist together in your insides and your mind filled with static as the pleasure builds to a peak. You cum with Kal’s bright red class ring bumping against your pussy lips.
You vaguely register that the high pitch whining and ragged breath are coming from you. You look down at Kal with his chin covered in your juices and an accomplished glint in his eyes as you come down from your high.
“Good boy, Kal.” You panted his praise without thinking. It was his own fault for turning your brain to mush. You noticed the phrasing going straight to his head. His already red twang cheeks darkened and throat bobbed. You sit up a bit just in time to see the subtle way the man was rocking to try and relieve some of the pressure caused by his obvious boner trapped in his dark, wash jeans. The curiousness cleared your head enough to further your findings.
“You look so good down there. On your knees just for me. Did you like your treat?”
You were surprised when the man nodded dumbly up at you.
“Do you want another one?”
Kal nodded again with enthusiasm and jumped up to pounce on you. With your body trapped under his, it looked as if you had nowhere to go. Though it wasn’t like you were hurting to run off. Kal kept one arm over your head and the other reached for his belt. You stuck your hand in between your heaving chest to nonverbally tell him to slow down but your gesture was swatted away with a growl.
“What's wrong now? I thought you wanted me to show you how good I can be?”
Kal leaned down to kiss under your jaw and did you the indignity of only pulling his jeans down enough to free his cock, robbing you of getting to see more of his body. Kal entered you as sloppily and hastily as he was currently licking up your throat. You both groan in unison as he buried himself deep inside you. With his weight pining you to the mattress, he practically grinds his dick against your cervix. The whole affair felt so raw. You hold tight onto Kal’s bicep and try not to lose yourself again.
Unceremoniously, you betray yourself by shuttering through your second orgasm. You throw your head back and accept the pounding Kal was giving you knowing there was no chance of him slowing down. The noise he made when he came inside you was strangely cute with it being a mix of a choked off groan and a blissful sigh.
You didn't expect much aftercare but was pleasantly surprised by Kal engulfing you in a hug after rolling over to your side. He cuddled into your neck that was already darkening in bruises and just breathed deeply with you for a while.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Was the first thing he asked you after. His voice was so small and genuine, you thought you had imagined it.
“I’m alright,” you reassured him and reached up to card your fingers through his hair. Kal sighed in contentment then squeezed you a little tighter.
“Did you mean it when you said I was good?” He asked further. It almost sounded accusing, like he was expecting a no in response.
“ I meant it,” you respond instead. “You can be sweet when you want to.”
Despite the gentle moment, it was a bit hard not to notice Kal’s cock thumping against your thigh. After a while, he’s shamelessly grinding up against you and moaning into your ear.
“Tell me I’m good.” he demands of you through haggard breathing. You almost felt like you were witnessing something you shouldn’t but played along anyhow.
“You’re good. You did so good, Kal” You praised. You reached your hand around and hugged his hip so he was encouraged to move closer. “You made me feel so good. You’re a good boy.”
Kal came as soon as those two magic words left your mouth. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. Still, Kal must have heard you snort and pulled away quickly.
“Hey, come back.” You tried but still couldn’t help how the amusement bled through into your voice.
“Don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone.” He growled with his back to you.
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it…princess.”
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A/N: I am physically incapable of writing Dom Clark with out it ending in him being pathetic apparently. Honestly he's more bratty than anything (¬ᴗ ´¬ )
