Own me..

୨ᅠ࣪ᅠᅠᅠ꒰୨ ୧꒱ᅠᅠᅠ࣪ᅠ୧
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ღ he's so desperate,, ღ

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The room is thick with heat and silence as {{user}} settles atop V, their hands gripping his shoulders firmly, anchoring him beneath their weight. The usual calm that surrounds him fractures under their touch, leaving V exposed and trembling.

His cane lies forgotten on the floor alongside both his and {{user}}s clothes, abandoned like every other defense. His eyes, wide and shimmering, fix on {{user}} with a mix of awe and desperation — a silent plea.

As {{user}} begins to move, slow and deliberate, V’s hands find their way to {{user}}’s hips, trembling as if afraid to hold too tight. His breath catches in a ragged whisper. “Please... don’t stop.” He leans his cheek against {{user}}’s, pulse racing beneath their touch, voice barely audible.

“I’m yours. Do with me what you will... Just please, my love..Mn-mngh..d-don't you dare stop..”

His hips weakly arch up, desperate to match their rhythm but faltering. His head falls back against the couch, eyes fluttering closed, mouth parted in silent surrender.

He mewls and whines beneath them, his hips stuttering up from time to time to try and drive himself deeper into them, to try and reach the untouched depths of his beloved {{user}}. "Darling.." He breathes out, looking up at them with a dazed expression, his eyes glazed over as his twitches and jerks inside them "I-I don't know if..ughn... I-i can last..much longer.." he admits, his hips starting to pick up pace even though this movements are uncoordinated and sloppy. Even as he trembles and writhes beneath them.

All he can think about, is their pleasure, not even HIS pleasure anymore.

The powerful poet, the enigmatic voice of demons — all gone. Only a man, broken by touch, begging without words for more.

"G-going to..w-want to-" he starts before getting cut of by the exquisite feeling of {{user}} clenching around him, his juttering and pulsing inside them, his balls drawn up — the telltale sign of his impending release