@niightravcns said : The sudden tug of the leash has Anthony gasping harshly, coming out of the deep haze of pleasure he'd sank into. He stops abruptly, immediately leaning in to check on his partner.
"Divus? Are you okay?" The only response he gets is a whine, and Anthony is quick to mutter apologies into Divus' ear, pressing kiss after kiss to his boyfriend's skin "It's alright, I'm here, you're safe baby…"
『 🥹 || Accepting 』
It felt good.
That had been the lone, frankly, terrifying thought that registered, enough that had Divus damn near shaking beneath Anthony now. That had a cocktail of spine-tingling pleasure and cold, wounded pride entangling together, deep in his gut where he could feel Anthony move.
Breaths hitched, more with Anthony’s steadying pace and soft groans somewhere behind him. Did it feel that good for him too? Caught in the taut-wound hold of Divus’ body, much like his own breaths? Shit, no, he needed to breathe, he’d be too tense otherwise-
“Hnng—?!” The startled, pitched sound wrenched free from Divus’ lips as he lurched forward, harder, a bit unsteadier than before, before he felt Anthony readjust him, pull him back onto his cock exactly how he wanted him.
Silly thing, he’s getting overeager-
Why so smug? He’s not the one being bitched right now-
But it feels good, doesn’t it?
So good, in fact, it boarded on overwhelming, the sensation closing vise-harsh over Divus throat the more he clenched and writhed in the wake of each punched thrust of Anthony’s hips. The more the thrill surged through his veins like lightning, right to his very core. The more he’d hear Anthony’s voice hitch and ring deliciously so in his ears, feel Anthony’s hands on his hips, holding fast and tight.
So tight, it almost hurt.
He almost wanted it to bruise.
Seven above, he wanted to bruise under his fingers, let the mark linger as proof of who he belonged to-
“Mmnh…ngh…!”
Seven above, he wanted Anthony to ruin him, fuck him hard and fast until he could scarcely breathe. Until Anthony’s name was all Divus had enough of a mind to choke out or even remember. Sobbing and whining it out through quivering lips, like a debauched, desperate mantra—
What are you doing?
—but those weren’t thought he usually held. Certainly not those of the ever-proud Divus Crewel, who couldn’t stand the thought of submitting to anyone for anything, much less letting them fuck him.
And yet, here he was, pride cowering in pathetic little tatters somewhere in his chest. Falling apart to the beat of his thudding heart, as Anthony fucked him, fucked the pleasure and shame into him deeper still, enough to make the burning, taut feeling in his gut splinter.
Fuck, I couldn’t be close already, am I?
How pathetic is that?!
You really were made to be bitched by him, weren’t you?
The thoughts scared him as much as he wanted them to be true, as fingers curled and clawed at the sheets below him. As the leash yet trembled and curled in his palm, the more stuttered his breaths grew in tandem with Anthony’s hips—fuck, was he getting faster?!
“Ah—ah, ah…!”
Shit—shit, why does this feel so good-
It shouldn’t be like this-
“Ah—ngh—‘ntho…ny—!”
Do I really sound like that right now?
Pathetic, desperate—he might have laughed, had the mortifying surge of pleasure within not sent a flurry of panicked thoughts rippling through him—
Fuck, how humiliating-
Look how far we’ve fallen-
—then delirious—
“S…s-slow d—“
No! I don’t want that!
—and lust-addled—
This isn’t enough!
Faster, more, more, pl-
“—ease…please…!”
—as want swallowed the fear festering in him like a poison, more, more, as Anthony’s restraint crumbled. As Divus’s trembling arms gave out and he crumpled forward with a cry, under the force of the onslaught—shit, Anthony had struck gold, hit the very thing inside leaving him ever closer to snapping—
That’s it- “Th-there, I—hnngh?!”
Just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—
—except Anthony HAD suddenly stopped.
He’d stopped, why had he—?
A pitched, debauched voice finally burst free from Divus’ lips, body shivering as he scrambled to pull his composure together and glance back. To make his demand, because how dare Anthony-
“Wh-why—?” The voice that left him was a far cry from the authoritative Demand the likes of him was known for. Rather, a pathetic, choked little thing, so much so, it it bordered on humiliating. “Why did you stop…?”
And why was Anthony apologizing him, so gentle and patient (maybe a little worried??) all of a sudden? Kissing him so tenderly, like he might fall apart in his arms? Or…was he apologizing because Anthony wanted something else? Was Divus not doing well at this after all? Was he really no good? Did Anthony not feel good? Did he want a change of pace, had he noticed—
Unable to bear that odd gentle affection in Anthony offered much longer—what? Did the man pity him now?—Divus’s bleary vision turned from him and focused on the leash in hand…and his eyes widened seeing the trembling fist it lay curled in.
Wait—had he pulled it just then?
Anthony stopping, his apologies—ah, he must have, back when he’d fallen before! But then that meant…
“Ah…“ Anthony had noticed.
He’d noticed, and actually STOPPED.
Just as he’d promised he would.
Somehow…despite feeling embarrassed in realizing he’d accidentally triggered their safety cue, the feeling burning in him bloomed brighter, far more intense than before. At this care, this love—it seared away the nervousness in him, as a disbelieving laugh, then two spilled past his lips.
Anthony actually stuck to their cue-
“I’m alright-“ he finally managed. Taking a breath and bracing himself, rocking his body to slowly—but surely—grind back against Anthony’s.
I can’t believe you actually stuck to it…well, it’s you, you always would have…but actually seeing it for myself-
“Just…ngh, needed to get my head on straight, is all.”
Continuing like this still felt a little daunting, he’ll admit it. His heart yet pounded with the adrenaline and fear of a hunted animal, but more than that—
So I really still have control here, don’t I?
—the arrogance that lay cowering somewhere deep within suddenly reared its head anew, baring its teeth with renewed vigor as Divus once more braced, then lifted himself. Just enough to bump their heads together and nuzzle him the best he could, and purr,
“Such a good boy, aren’t you? Looking out for me?”
Look at him…
Such a good boy
My wonderful, sweet perfect good boy-
“Thank you. I feel much more at ease.” He let the words linger, then gently clicked his tongue in the familiar, playfully condescending way he did best, “Ah, but, you poor dear…you must still be all wound up, hm?”
In that case…we ought to reward you, no?
A soft chuckle left him as he pulled away, lowering himself until he was nestled securely, pressed back against the sheets below.
There was no denying such a position was still mortifying enough to twinge at his pride. But no matter, he would happily bear with it for now. Throwing a defiant little smirk back at Anthony over his shoulder as he ground on him again,
“You can, mmnh, keep going…and don’t you dare think about holding back on me now. Do you understand?”
With this leash in hand, and Anthony wrapped around his finger as always…surely he could handle a little more roughhousing now, hm?
Me: Oke, I gotta FOCUS. I have ASK to do, I must LOCK TF IN
My brain: Omega!Vil's heats get unbearably brutal at times bc he makes his own suppressants and half the time he tries to make 'improvements' it fucks him up BIG TIME-
Vil likes to top when he’s mad, esp at his partner, but making him bottom while he’s mad is the fastest way to STOP him from being mad, does that make sense?
Subtop who likes to chill and let their partner take the reins on how they like to be fucked, but the INSTANT their partner so much as teases that they want to be eaten out/sucked off; they fucken MOBILIZE-
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