Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Day One: Edging ( Juliek x Ryker )

Day Two: Dehumanization ( Ryker x Dante )

Day Three: Crossdressing & Breeding ( Dante x Leon )

Day Four: Virginity ( Beetle x Ryker )

Day Five: Non-con ( Vittorino x Gabriel )

Day Six: Kidnapping & S&M ( Dante x Gabriel )

Day Seven: Daddy Kink & Mind control ( Juliek x Vittorino )

Day Eight: Belly Bulge ( Beetle x Dante )

Day Nine: Praise Kink ( Accardi x Juliek )

Day Ten: Aphrodisiacs ( Juliek x Accardi x Vittorino )

Day Eleven: Dirty Talk & Uniform ( Dante x Dakota )

Day Twelve: Overstimulation ( Vittorino x Gabriel )

Day Thirteen: Branding ( Francis x Vittorino )

Day Fourteen: Double penetration in one hole ( Beetle x Leon )

Day Fifteen: Urethra Penetration ( Dakota x Wankou )

Day Sixteen: Captivity ( Vittorino x Dante )

Day Seventeen: Fucking Machine ( Dakota x Accardi )

Day Eighteen: Cock Warming ( Leon x Ryker )

Day Nineteen: Knife Play ( Dante x Wankou )

Day Twenty: Shower Sex ( Juliek x Accardi )

Day Twenty-One: Hate sex ( Vittorino x Ryker )

Day Twenty-Two: Size Difference ( Beetle x Vittorino )

Day Twenty-Three: Lactating / Milking ( Accardi x Dakota )

Day Twenty-Four: Sensory Deprivation ( Vittorino x Juliek )

Day Twenty-Five: Blackmail ( Dante x Leon )

Day Twenty-Six: Cheating ( Juliek x Accardi )

Day Twenty-Seven: Aftercare ( Leon x Ryker )

Day Twenty-Eight: Pet Play ( Dakota x Ryker )

Day Twenty-Nine: Cervix Penetration ( Dakota x Ryker )

Day Thirty: Monster Fucking ( Beetle x Francis )

Day Thirty-One: Fuck Or Die ( Francis x Leon )



Content Warning and other will be at the start to every chapter, with more explanation on the kink.

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accardi had to go, so it was just ryker and juliek left alone together. the room felt quieter without the third presence, but there was a sense of ease between the two of them. they had been chatting for a while now, voices blending softly with the background hum of the house. they spoke about anything and everything, how their days had been, things that made them laugh, stories from the past, and things they still hoped to do. there was an underlying bond growing. 

juliek, with his usual playful smirk, suddenly leaned closer, his gaze bright and curious. “would you like to take something with me?” he asked, his voice almost a low hum that seemed to carry a hint of mischief. his lips curved into a soft smile, just enough to show he was serious, yet not pressing too hard. 

ryker’s brow furrowed slightly at the question, their head tilting to the side as if considering it. he hesitated for just a heartbeat, parting their lips as if to respond, but before he could get a single word out, juliek cut in smoothly.

“oh, what? are you scared?” juliek teased lightly, his voice laced with mock surprise. his pink hair framed his face as he leaned back lazily, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. “there’s no reason to be so nervous.” 

“i’m not scared!” ryker snapped, their cheeks flushing a faint pink as he straightened up defensively. his pride stung just enough to make him react faster than they normally would. “i’ll do it. i will.”

juliek’s smile widened, satisfied with the reaction. he gave a small nod before pushing himself up from the couch, the fabric rustling softly as he moved. his steps were light as he made his way into the small kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and closing filling the otherwise quiet space. 

this wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this together the last time had been with accardi, a way to unwind and break free for a while. juliek didn’t mind though, he knew ryker trusted him enough to let loose like this when it was just the two of them.

he carefully prepared everything, remembering how ryker had taken it the last time, infused gently into a cup of tea. he knew the poor guy wouldn’t stomach eating the mushrooms straight, they tasted earthy and bitter, unpleasant in a way that lingered too long on the tongue. but in tea, they were softer, almost palatable. juliek moved with precision, his hands steady as he measured everything out, waiting for the water to reach just the right temperature before pouring it slowly over the mixture. 

once the tea was done, he picked up the two cups and made his way back to the living room. the soft clink of the cups on the table drew ryker’s eyes up. juliek snapped his fingers lightly, drawing ryker’s attention fully. “drink up,” he said, his tone light and teasing again. “don’t let it go to waste.” 

ryker’s gaze flickered from the steaming cup to juliek’s face, lingering there for a moment before they reached forward, fingers trembling just slightly. “oh, oh—thank you, juliek.” their voice stumbled over the words, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling up inside of him.

“you’re welcome, ryker,” juliek murmured softly, lifting his own cup and taking a small sip, his eyes never leaving the other’s face. he watched as ryker brought the cup to his lips, the steam curling gently in the air, carrying that faint, familiar scent. the moment seemed to stretch on forever, a quiet anticipation hanging between them. 

“how’s it taste?” juliek asked quietly, his voice softer now, almost tender. ryker blinked at the question, swallowing carefully before setting the cup back down. 

“it’s... good,” they replied, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the lingering wariness in their eyes. “better than last time.”

juliek’s grin widened. “good.” he settled back against the cushions, holding his cup close, his gaze still fixed on ryker. “just relax. let it come naturally. i’ll be right here with you.” 

ryker nodded slowly, their shoulders loosening just a fraction. the warmth of the tea seeped through him, calming the initial jitters. they took another sip, then another, his movements more certain now. there was something reassuring in juliek’s presence, in the way he watched without judgment, offering only gentle encouragement. 

the room seemed to shift slightly, the edges of reality blurring just a little as the effects began to take hold. ryker closed their eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly, feeling the familiar wave of sensation begin to wash over him. 

juliek shifted closer, his own cup forgotten on the table. “you’re doing great,” he murmured softly, his voice almost a whisper now. he reached out, his fingers brushing against ryker’s arm, grounding him. “just let go. i’m right here.” 

and in that moment, ryker believed him. with juliek by their side, he could let himself go, just for a while, knowing that they wouldn’t have to face it alone.

juliek’s fingers moved slowly, deliberately, as if he was tracing invisible patterns along ryker’s skin. the light touch sent shivers down ryker’s spine, their breath hitching softly as juliek’s fingers continued their path, gliding along the length of his forearm. each brush felt electric, a gentle pressure that seemed to anchor him and pull him deeper into the sensation at the same time.

his touch lingered there for a moment, at the bend of ryker’s elbow, before sliding higher. ryker’s eyes fluttered closed, his senses narrowing down to the feeling of juliek’s fingertips ghosting over his bicep, then creeping slowly upward to his shoulder. it was such a small touch, almost innocent, but there was an intensity in the way juliek’s hand moved, as if savoring every inch of skin beneath his fingertips.

juliek leaned closer, the couch dipping slightly under his weight as he shifted beside ryker. his other hand found its way to ryker’s knee, resting there lightly, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric of ryker’s pants. he could feel ryker trembling, just the faintest quiver beneath his touch, and it only made the smile on his lips curve wider.

“you’re shaking,” he murmured softly, his voice a low purr that vibrated against the air between them. he let his fingers continue their path, dancing lightly along ryker’s collarbone now, tracing the delicate curve of bone beneath smooth skin. the touch was featherlight, almost teasing, as if he was testing just how far he could push, how much ryker could take.

the pink-haired male leaned in even closer, his lips just a breath away from ryker’s ear now. he could see the way ryker’s throat moved as he swallowed hard, their chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. “you look so pretty,” he whispered, his voice a soft, intimate murmur. “so pretty when you’re coming undone.”

the words seemed to hang in the air, thick and heavy, wrapping around ryker like a velvet cord. his eyes snapped open, wide and glassy, a flush spreading high on his cheeks, his lips parted just slightly as he struggled to find his voice. but no words came. he could only look at juliek, caught in the intensity of his gaze, the world around them blurring at the edges as the tea worked its way deeper into his system.

“j-juliek…” ryker managed to choke out, their voice barely more than a strained whisper. they didn’t know what he wanted to say, didn’t know if he even wanted to speak at all. every nerve in his body felt like it was alight, a tangled mess of sensations that he couldn’t begin to unravel. all he could focus on was the weight of juliek’s hand on his knee, the way his fingers seemed to burn a path across his collarbone, and the heat of his breath against his neck.

juliek just chuckled softly, a low, almost affectionate sound. “shh, don’t worry,” he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against the shell of ryker’s ear as he spoke. his hand slipped higher, fingers curling gently around the back of ryker’s neck, his thumb resting against the pulse point there. he could feel it, ryker’s heart beating erratically, pounding hard and fast against his skin.

“just let go,” juliek coaxed, his voice a soothing murmur now. he shifted his weight, pressing just a little closer, his chest brushing against ryker’s side. “don’t hold back for me. let me see you, ryker.”

ryker’s breath hitched again, a soft, almost desperate sound escaping their throat. his head fell back against the couch, eyes fluttering closed once more as they leaned into juliek’s touch, the world around him spinning lazily. everything felt distant, hazy, except for the places where juliek was touching him, grounding him, pulling him under.

“there you go,” juliek murmured approvingly, his thumb stroking lightly against the side of ryker’s neck. “that’s it. just like that.”

he watched ryker’s face intently, his own expression softening as he took in the sight before him, the flushed cheeks, the way ryker’s lips parted around a soft, shuddering breath, the way his body seemed to relax and tense all at once. it was a beautiful sight, something fragile and raw, and it made something deep in juliek’s chest tighten almost painfully.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” juliek whispered, his voice almost reverent now. he leaned in just a little closer, his nose brushing against ryker’s jaw, his lips hovering just above his skin. “don’t hide it from me.”

ryker’s hands twitched at his sides, fingers curling helplessly against the cushions of the couch. he felt like he was unraveling, piece by piece, under juliek’s gaze, under his touch, and he didn’t know how to stop it. didn’t know if he even wanted to. all he knew was the feeling of juliek’s hand on his neck, the gentle pressure of his thumb, and the low, soothing rhythm of his voice, guiding him, holding him steady as he fell deeper and deeper into the sensation.

“that’s right,” juliek breathed softly, his lips brushing against ryker’s jawline now, just the faintest hint of contact. “just like that. let me see all of you, ryker.”

and with a soft, broken sound, ryker did. he let go, let himself come undone completely under juliek’s touch, his body trembling as the last threads of control slipped away. the world around them seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them in that small, dimly lit room, tangled together in a haze of sensation and whispered words.

ryker’s voice came out in a soft, desperate whine, high-pitched and trembling, their words barely coherent as they tumbled from his lips. “juliek, what are you doing to me?” he sounded almost lost, a mix of confusion and something deeper, something that made his breath come faster and his body tense beneath juliek’s touch. they shivered, their hands twitching at his sides as if he didn’t know what to do with them, didn’t know where to put them.

juliek paused at the sound, his fingers freezing for just a heartbeat before a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips. he tilted his head slightly, his gaze locking onto ryker’s face, studying every tiny flicker of emotion that crossed his expression. “just let it happen,” he murmured softly, his voice low and soothing, like a dark lullaby. there was a gentleness in his tone, but beneath it, there was an unmistakable edge of something sharper, something possessive.

he shifted his weight, leaning in closer, his breath warm against ryker’s cheek. his hand, still resting lightly on ryker’s knee, began to move again, tracing idle circles against the fabric of his pants. he could feel ryker’s muscles tensing and twitching under his touch, the way his legs shifted restlessly as if he couldn’t quite sit still. it made a thrill of satisfaction curl deep in juliek’s chest, his smile widening just a fraction more.

“shh,” he whispered softly, the sound almost a purr. “don’t think too much. just feel.” and with that, his hand began to drift upward, moving slowly, purposefully, along ryker’s thigh. his fingers curled slightly, nails scraping lightly over the cloth, just enough to send tiny jolts of sensation sparking through ryker’s body. he watched the way ryker’s breath hitched, the way his eyes squeezed shut as if he was trying to block out everything except for that touch.

juliek’s gaze darkened, his pupils blown wide as he took in the sight of smaller of the two squirming beneath him, his face flushed, his lips parted around ragged breaths. he let his hand wander higher, higher, until his fingertips brushed against the hem of dark haired boys pants. he lingered there, fingers playing lightly with the fabric, teasing it between his thumb and forefinger.

“do you want this, ryker?” he asked softly, his voice a hushed murmur that seemed to wrap around ryker like a warm, heavy blanket. his eyes never left ryker’s face, watching, waiting, searching for any sign of hesitation. he tugged lightly at the hem, just enough to pull it down a fraction, the movement sending a shudder through ryker’s entire frame.

ryker’s breath caught in their throat, his body arching instinctively toward juliek’s hand, their mind spinning with the question. did they want this? it was hard to think, hard to focus on anything other than the feeling of juliek’s fingers so close, so maddeningly close, and the way his voice seemed to melt into his skin. “i—i don’t…” he stammered, his voice breaking on the last word, his hands clenching into tight fists as he fought to find the right answer.

but juliek just smiled, his thumb brushing lightly against ryker’s skin where his shirt had ridden up slightly. “it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice gentle, coaxing. “take your time.” his fingers trailed back and forth along the hem, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath the waistband, each tiny movement sending sparks of heat racing through ryker’s veins. 

ryker’s head fell back against the couch, their eyes fluttering shut as he let out a soft, helpless sound, somewhere between a whimper and a sigh. “yes,” they breathed finally, the word spilling out of him in a rush, as if he couldn’t hold it back any longer. “please, juliek… i want—i want it.”

juliek’s smile softened, something almost tender flickering in his gaze for just a moment before his expression shifted, darkening again with a new intensity. “good boy,” he murmured approvingly, his fingers tightening slightly on ryker’s waistband. “that’s all you had to say.” and with that, he tugged down slowly, deliberately, his touch firm and sure as he drew the fabric down inch by agonizing inch.

every movement seemed to stretch out, time slowing to a crawl as juliek bared more and more of ryker’s skin. he could see the way ryker’s muscles jumped beneath his touch, the way their breathing quickened, each ragged exhale a soft, needy sound that made something deep inside juliek twist with satisfaction.

“see?” juliek whispered, his lips brushing against ryker’s ear as he leaned in closer, his voice a low, sultry murmur. “there’s no need to be nervous.” his hand slid back up, skimming lightly over ryker’s bare thigh now, his touch warm and gentle. “you’re doing so well, ryker. just let go. let me take care of you.”

ryker’s head rolled to the side, their eyes opening just a sliver, hazy and unfocused as he looked up at juliek. “you’re…” they breathed, his voice trailing off, too overwhelmed to finish the thought. everything felt too much and not enough all at once, his senses drowning in the heat of juliek’s touch, the sound of his voice, the weight of his gaze.

“i’m what?” juliek teased softly, his smile widening as he leaned in closer, their noses almost brushing now. his fingers trailed higher, skimming lightly along ryker’s inner thigh, so close and yet not quite enough. “tell me, ryker. tell me what i’m doing to you.”

ryker let out a soft, choked sound, their whole body trembling now as he tried to form the words. “you’re… driving me crazy,” they managed finally, the confession falling from his lips in a breathless rush. “please, juliek… don’t—don’t stop…”

juliek’s smile turned almost wicked, his eyes dark and glittering as he pressed a soft, almost tender kiss to the corner of ryker’s mouth. “don’t worry,” he murmured against his lips, his voice a low, reassuring promise. “i’m not going anywhere.” his hand tightened slightly on ryker’s thigh, his thumb stroking softly against the sensitive skin. “i’ve got you, ryker. just trust me.” 

the pink-haired male’s movements were unhurried, deliberate, as if savoring every second, every little reaction he coaxed from the other beneath him. he shifted his weight, one knee pressing into the cushion beside ryker’s hip as he leaned over him, his fingers hooking beneath the waistband of ryker’s boxers. he paused for just a heartbeat, his eyes flicking up to catch ryker’s gaze, watching the way their pupils were blown wide with a mix of anticipation and something darker, something desperate.

juliek’s lips curled into a slow, almost lazy smile. “just relax,” he murmured, his voice low and honeyed, the sound wrapping around ryker like a velvet shroud. then, without another word, he tugged the thin fabric down, exposing ryker inch by inch, the cool air hitting his heated skin in a sharp, shocking contrast. he pulled them all the way off, tossing them aside carelessly, his gaze never leaving ryker’s face.

“oh, look at this,” juliek purred softly, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight before him, ryker laid out beneath him, flushed and trembling, their shirt still rumpled and half-riding up his chest, but completely bare from the waist down. “someone seems a little needy.” the words were a teasing drawl, almost playful, but there was an underlying intensity in the way he looked at ryker, like a predator circling its prey, savoring the sight of him vulnerable and exposed.

ryker’s cheeks burned a deep, vivid red, their breath coming in short, sharp bursts as they squirmed under juliek’s gaze, his hands fisting helplessly in the cushions. “j-juliek,” he stammered, their voice barely more than a broken whisper. they tried to say more, but the words caught in his throat, strangled by the wave of embarrassment and the sheer, overwhelming need that coursed through him.

but juliek just hummed softly, a low, approving sound as he leaned in closer, his gaze dropping lower, trailing down the length of ryker’s body until it settled between his legs. his hand moved then, slowly, almost reverently, until his fingers wrapped lightly around ryker’s dick. he didn’t move, didn’t stroke, didn’t do anything except hold him there, his palm warm and firm against ryker’s heated skin.

the lack of motion was almost maddening, a soft, pulsing ache building low in ryker’s belly as they fought to keep himself still, his entire body trembling with the effort. his eyes fluttered shut, their teeth digging into his lower lip as a whine slipped out, soft and breathless. “please,” he whimpered, his voice strained and high-pitched, every nerve ending sparking to life under the intensity of juliek’s gaze.

juliek’s smile widened, a low, satisfied chuckle rumbling in his chest as he tightened his grip just the slightest bit, just enough to make ryker’s hips jerk involuntarily. “look at you,” he murmured softly, his voice thick with something almost like awe. “so needy… you’re already this hard, and i haven’t even touched you properly yet.” his thumb brushed lightly over ryker’s tip, a featherlight touch that was barely there, but it was enough to make ryker’s whole body arch off the couch, a choked gasp tearing from his throat.

“ah—j-juliek!” ryker’s voice cracked, their hands scrabbling at the cushions, nails digging into the fabric as they fought to hold himself still, fought not to buck up into juliek’s touch. it felt like he was going to come apart, their entire world narrowing down to the feeling of juliek’s hand wrapped around him, hot and heavy and unmoving.

juliek just watched them, his expression almost serene, as if he had all the time in the world. his thumb circled lazily over ryker’s head, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there, his smile turning just a little sharper as ryker let out a broken, needy whimper, his whole body trembling. “you look so pretty like this,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost gentle. “so desperate. do you want me to move, ryker? do you want me to touch you?”

ryker’s breath hitched, their head falling back against the couch, eyes squeezing shut as they tried to find his voice, tried to put into words the chaotic mess of need and want and frustration roiling inside of him. “y-yes,” he managed finally, his voice shaky and thin. “please, juliek, i—i need—”

“need what?” juliek interrupted smoothly, his grip tightening just slightly, just enough to make ryker’s hips jerk again, a soft cry escaping his lips. “say it, ryker. tell me exactly what you need.”

ryker’s eyes snapped open, wide and glassy, their chest heaving with each ragged breath. “i need… i need you to move,” they whimpered, his voice barely more than a desperate, broken plea. “please, juliek, touch me, i—i can’t—”

juliek’s smile turned almost indulgent, his fingers flexing slightly around ryker’s length. “that’s my good pet,” he murmured approvingly, his gaze never leaving ryker’s face. “you just have to ask.” and with that, he finally—finally—began to move, his hand sliding down ryker’s length in one slow, torturous stroke.

ryker let out a choked sob, their hips bucking up instinctively as a wave of pleasure crashed over them, his entire body shuddering with the force of it. “juliek—!” his voice was high and breathless, every nerve in his body sparking to life as juliek’s hand moved again, a slow, steady rhythm that seemed to melt the world around them into a blur of sensation.

“shh,” juliek murmured softly, his thumb brushing lightly over ryker’s head again, drawing another whimper from his lips. “i’ve got you, ryker. just let go. let me take care of you.”

juliek’s eyes stayed fixed on ryker’s face, watching every flicker of emotion as he finally began to move, his hand gliding in a slow, unhurried rhythm along ryker’s dick. the strokes were firm, just enough pressure to make ryker gasp and squirm, but they never sped up, never gave them quite what he needed. it was agonizing, each drag of juliek’s palm over his skin sending tiny jolts of pleasure shooting through him, only to leave him aching for more.

“j-juliek,” ryker whimpered, their voice trembling, his hands clutching desperately at the cushions beside him. their hips twitched, his body caught between wanting to push up into juliek’s hand and trying to keep still, afraid to do anything that might make him stop. “please—please, more,” they gasped, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts, his chest heaving as he tried to keep himself from falling apart too fast.

but juliek just clicked his tongue softly, his hand tightening slightly around ryker’s base, holding him there, keeping him still. “more?” he murmured, his voice soft, almost mocking, his eyes glinting with something dark and dangerous. “you think you deserve more, ryker?” he leaned in closer, his lips brushing lightly against the shell of ryker’s ear. “after the way you’ve been squirming under me, whining like a needy little slut?”

ryker’s cheeks burned crimson at the words, their body jerking helplessly, but they couldn’t bring himself to deny it. couldn’t bring himself to say anything at all except a soft, breathless, “please…” the sound came out broken, half-choked, their voice cracking with the sheer desperation that coiled tight in his belly. they felt like they were going to explode, every nerve ending thrumming with need, his skin buzzing with the intensity of it.

juliek’s smile widened, a low chuckle vibrating against ryker’s skin. “look at you,” he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction as his hand slowed even further, his thumb brushing lightly over ryker’s tip again, spreading the slickness there. “so desperate, begging so sweetly… but you don’t get to cum that easily, ryker.” his fingers tightened slightly, just enough to make ryker’s breath catch in his throat, his hips jerking involuntarily.

“w-what—?” ryker stammered, their voice high and strained, their eyes flying open to stare up at juliek in a mix of confusion and growing panic. “no—please, i—i need it, juliek, please—” they couldn’t keep still, his body trembling with the effort, his thighs twitching as he tried to resist the urge to push up into juliek’s hand. the pleasure was building, a tight, pulsing knot of heat in their belly, but every time they got close, every time he thought he might finally, finally tip over the edge, juliek’s hand would slow, the pressure would ease, leaving them teetering on the brink, aching and empty.

“shh,” juliek murmured softly, his voice low and soothing, but there was no mercy in his eyes, no softness in the way his smile curved. “just relax. it’s okay. i’m going to take care of you, ryker… just not the way you want.” his grip tightened again, his hand sliding back down ryker’s length in one long, slow stroke, his thumb pressing lightly into the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

ryker let out a choked sob, their head falling back against the couch, his body trembling violently as another wave of pleasure washed over him. “please, please,” they whimpered, his voice thin and breathless, his entire body aching with need. “please, juliek, i—I can’t—”

“you can,” juliek interrupted smoothly, his tone soft but firm, like a teacher coaxing a reluctant student. “you can take it, ryker. i know you can.” his hand moved again, the same slow, torturous rhythm, never speeding up, never giving him more than a teasing brush of pleasure before easing off again. “you’re a good pet, aren’t you? you want to be good for me?”

ryker’s breath hitched, their entire body shaking as they tried to nod, his hands clutching helplessly at the cushions beside them. “y-yes,” they gasped, his voice breaking. “yes, please, i—i want to be good, juliek, please, i—” he could barely get the words out, his thoughts a jumbled, incoherent mess of need and desperation and frustration. every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside of him, so close he could almost taste it, and yet juliek kept him right there, balanced on the edge, never letting him fall.

“then hold on for me,” juliek whispered, his lips brushing lightly against ryker’s ear. “just a little longer, ryker. i want to see you come apart. i want to see you need it.” his hand tightened again, his thumb brushing lightly over ryker’s slit, drawing a soft, broken cry from his lips. “don’t you want to be good for me?”

ryker let out a strangled sound, their hips jerking up uncontrollably, his entire body trembling with the force of his need. “i—i can’t, juliek, please, i—i’m gonna—” they could feel it, that tight, aching knot of pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, threatening to snap, his entire body straining toward it, and yet juliek’s grip stayed firm, unyielding, his hand slowing to an agonizing crawl.

“no,” juliek murmured softly, his smile widening as he watched ryker’s face twist with desperation, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth sinking into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. “not yet, ryker. you’re not coming until i say you can.”

ryker let out a soft, desperate sob, their body trembling violently as juliek’s hand tightened even further, holding them right on the edge, teetering on the brink of release but never quite falling over. “please,” he whimpered, his voice breaking on the word, his entire body aching, burning with need. “please, juliek, i’ll—I’ll be good, i’ll do anything, just—just let me—”

but juliek just hummed softly, his thumb stroking lightly over ryker’s tip again, his smile turning almost wicked. “anything?” he murmured softly, his voice a low, teasing purr. “you’ll do anything for me, ryker?”

“yes!” ryker gasped, their head falling back against the couch, his eyes fluttering shut again as another wave of pleasure crashed over him, leaving him trembling and breathless. “anything, please, i—i’ll do anything, just—please, juliek, let me cum, please—”

juliek’s smile widened, his hand moving again, the same slow, torturous rhythm, never quite enough. “then hold on a little longer,” he whispered softly, his lips brushing lightly against ryker’s ear. “you can do that for me, can’t you? be a good pet and hold it, ryker. just a little more.”

juliek’s gaze never wavered, locked onto ryker’s flushed face as he toyed with them, his hand moving in a rhythm so infuriatingly slow it felt like torture. every flick of his wrist, every teasing brush of his thumb, sent shivers of raw, electric pleasure racing through ryker’s trembling body, winding him tighter and tighter until it felt like he was going to snap. his hips bucked up involuntarily, chasing after the friction juliek refused to give him, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

“j-juliek,” ryker sobbed, their voice high and broken, their hands scrabbling helplessly at the cushions beside him. his knuckles were white with the effort of holding himself back, of fighting against the urge to move, to beg, to scream, anything to make juliek give them what they so desperately craved. his entire body ached with it, every muscle quivering with the strain of keeping himself on the edge, right there on the brink but never allowed to fall over.

“you look so pretty like this,” juliek murmured softly, his voice low and honey-sweet, almost tender. his thumb brushed lightly over ryker’s tip again, spreading the slickness there, and ryker’s entire body jerked violently, a choked cry tearing from his throat. “so desperate… so needy…” his smile turned sharp, his gaze dark and intent as he watched ryker writhe beneath him. “tell me again, ryker. tell me how much you want it.”

ryker’s head fell back, their eyes squeezing shut as another wave of pleasure crashed over him, leaving them trembling and breathless. “please, please, juliek,” he whimpered, his voice barely more than a broken whisper. “i—I want it, i need it—please, i’ll be good, i’ll do anything, just—just let me—”

ryker gasped, his entire body trembling violently as he fought to hold himself still, his muscles straining with the effort. “anything, please, i—i’ll be good, i’ll—i’ll do whatever you want, just—please, juliek, let me come, i—i can’t—”

juliek’s smile widened, a low, satisfied chuckle rumbling in his chest as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing lightly against ryker’s ear. “good pet,” he murmured softly, his voice a low, soothing purr. “that’s my good pet… begging so sweetly for me…” his hand finally, finally began to move faster, his grip tightening just slightly, and ryker let out a choked sob, their hips bucking up helplessly into the touch, his entire body trembling with the force of his need.

“j-juliek—!” ryker’s voice cracked, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps, every nerve in his body sparking to life as the pleasure built and built, winding tighter and tighter inside of him until it felt like he was going to explode. “please, please—i—I’m so close, i—i need—”

“shh,” juliek murmured softly, his lips brushing lightly against ryker’s temple as he finally, finally began to stroke him in earnest, his hand moving in a steady, relentless rhythm that left ryker gasping and sobbing, his entire body trembling violently. “it’s okay, ryker. you can let go now.”

ryker’s eyes flew open, wide and glassy, their breath hitching sharply in his throat. “w-what—?”

“cum for me,” juliek whispered, his voice low and honeyed, his gaze burning into ryker’s. “be a good pet and cum for me, ryker.”

that was all it took.

ryker’s entire body jerked violently, their back arching off the couch as a choked, desperate cry tore from his throat, the pleasure hitting them like a tidal wave, crashing over him with a force that left him breathless and trembling. “juliek—!” his voice broke, his eyes squeezing shut as his release spilled over juliek’s hand, hot and slick and uncontrollable, his entire body shuddering with the force of it.

it felt like they was coming apart, their vision going white around the edges, every nerve in his body sparking to life as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, leaving them trembling and gasping, their fingers scrabbling helplessly at the cushions beside him. “ah—ah, juliek—!” he sobbed, their hips bucking up helplessly into juliek’s hand, his entire world narrowing down to the feeling of juliek’s touch, the slick slide of his palm as he stroked him through it, drawing out every last shuddering, desperate spasm.

“there you go,” juliek murmured softly, his voice low and soothing, his hand moving in slow, gentle strokes now, easing ryker through the aftershocks. “that’s it, ryker… just like that. such a good pet for me…”

ryker’s breath came in short, sharp bursts, their entire body trembling violently as the last waves of pleasure washed over them, leaving him drained and exhausted, every muscle trembling with the force of their release. they felt like he was floating, weightless and hazy, his mind a blissful, empty fog as they leaned back against the couch, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

juliek’s hand finally stilled, his fingers loosening around ryker’s softening length, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing lightly against ryker’s temple. “there we go,” he whispered softly, his voice a low, soothing murmur. “you did so well, ryker… such a good pet for me…”

ryker let out a soft, broken whimper, their entire body shivering as they fought to catch their breath, his mind still spinning, dazed and overwhelmed. “i—juliek, i—” they couldn’t find the words, couldn’t do anything except tremble beneath him, his entire body still buzzing with the aftershocks of his release.

“shh,” juliek murmured gently, his fingers brushing lightly over ryker’s flushed cheek, his touch soft and tender. “just breathe, ryker. it’s okay. i’ve got you.” his thumb stroked lightly over ryker’s cheekbone, his gaze softening as he watched the boy beneath him slowly begin to relax, the tension easing out of his trembling frame.

“there we go,” juliek whispered softly, his voice a low, soothing hum. “just breathe… i’ve got you, ryker. i’ve got you.”

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dante grabbed ryker by the collar of their shirt, slamming them hard against the cold, unforgiving wall. the dull thud echoed in the narrow room, but ryker couldn't focus on that, only the blade, the cold, razor-sharp metal that kissed their throat, teasing the thin line between life and death. every breath they took felt labored, shallow, as though the air itself was weighted with the sharp threat of the knife.

"you're a fucking waste of space," dante hissed, his breath hot and sickly against ryker's ear. the venom in his voice seeped into the air, thick and suffocating. "but you're so much fun to play with. i think i’ll keep you alive... just a little longer." his tone dipped, dripping with mockery, and ryker felt the words sting deeper than the knife ever could. "look at you. pathetic. you can’t even speak, can you?" dante's lips curled into a snarl, amusement flickering in his eyes as he pressed the blade just a fraction deeper. "you should've been so much more than this. and yet here you are—silent, trembling like a scared little dog."

ryker's whole body tensed, their muscles locking up as they struggled to keep control, to not let the panic rushing through them show. but dante's presence, towering and menacing, made it impossible to think clearly. every word was a knife of its own, carving deep into ryker’s sense of self, shredding what little remained of their composure.

"you’re fucking worthless," dante spat, leaning in closer, his voice a growl that vibrated in ryker’s chest. "you know that, don’t you? so fucking worthless that even your own father figure couldn’t be bothered to stay alive. he left you. died. abandoned you. couldn’t be asked to help you fight your battles." dante’s laugh came then, a low, twisted sound, filled with cruelty, as if the very notion of ryker’s suffering was a personal delight.

the laughter made ryker feel small, smaller than they already felt, like they were nothing but an object, something to be used, discarded when dante had grown tired. they tried to focus, tried to ignore the suffocating presence of the knife against their throat, the heat of dante’s body pressed too close. but every breath was shallow, every muscle in their body screamed to move, but they couldn’t, frozen in this moment of humiliating terror.

then dante shifted, his body pressing in tighter, his knee forcing itself between ryker’s legs. the sudden, accidental grind of his knee against ryker's crotch made their breath hitch, but even that didn’t matter in the face of the blade so close to their skin. every sensation blurred together—fear, shame, the cold metal biting into their throat. ryker’s mind spiraled, overwhelmed by the cruelty of it all, their body reacting despite their efforts to stay still, to stay silent, to not give dante the satisfaction of breaking them completely.

but in this moment, they were nothing, and they we're aware of that. 

dante kept his eyes locked on ryker’s, the cruel smirk never fading from his face as he held them pinned against the wall. his fingers twisted in the fabric of their shirt, the knife still hovering at their throat, its cold edge just barely pressing against the skin. ryker's breath came in shallow gasps, the pounding in their chest growing more erratic, but it wasn't just fear crawling through their veins now.

there was something else, a heat building, unbidden, unwelcome. the pressure of dante’s knee between their legs, though accidental, had ignited something that ryker desperately tried to ignore. they couldn’t afford to think about it, not now, not with dante’s knife so close to cutting into them. but it was there, simmering beneath the surface, shame flooding their senses as their body reacted to the proximity, to the dominance in dante’s posture. they squeezed their eyes shut for a moment, trying to will it away, trying to focus on the cold steel, on anything else. but the tension was there, growing, betraying them.

dante was sharp. he always knew how to read people, how to dig in deep and find the weak spots. and now, as he pressed closer, he noticed the change in ryker, the quickened breaths, the subtle shift in their body, the way their muscles tensed in a different way. his smirk twisted into something darker, more amused, as realization flickered across his face.

"well, well..." his voice dropped lower, mocking, almost a purr as he leaned in, his lips brushing against ryker’s ear. "what’s this, huh?" his knee pressed more deliberately now, pushing against ryker with intent, and the knife didn’t move from their throat. "are you seriously getting off on this?"

ryker’s heart lurched, panic and shame twisting together in a sickening knot. they tried to stammer out a response, but the words caught in their throat, trapped under the weight of fear and humiliation. dante’s laughter cut through the air, low and predatory, as he pushed in even closer, his body completely invading ryker’s space. the knife shifted ever so slightly, just enough to remind ryker of its presence, but dante’s attention was now on something else entirely.

"you really are pathetic," he sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. "here i was, thinking you couldn’t get any lower, and now... this?" he pulled back just enough to look ryker in the eye, his expression one of twisted satisfaction. "guess i’m breaking you in more ways than one."

"no, no, i'm not getting off on this, stop this," ryker stammered, their voice thin and desperate, tears beginning to gather in the corners of their eyes. the words sounded pitiful, weak, and even as they escaped ryker’s lips, they knew dante wasn’t going to let this go. there was no mercy in his eyes, no sign he would ease up, and the humiliation of that realization was unbearable.

dante’s grin widened, cruel and knowing. "oh? is that so?" his voice dripped with mockery, his amusement growing as ryker tried to deny what was happening, as if their body hadn't already betrayed them. "then why are you trembling like this?" he pressed his knee in harder, driving the point home, making sure ryker felt every inch of it, every degrading second of this. "don’t lie to me. i can feel how pathetic you are."

ryker's heart pounded in their chest, the panic clawing at their throat as dante held them in place. their body was frozen, locked in a grotesque combination of fear and shame, and the tears that had been threatening to spill finally blurred their vision. they tried to turn their head, to look away, to escape the weight of dante’s gaze, but it was useless. dante wasn’t going to let them hide.

"look at you," dante sneered. "tears now? how fucking pathetic. you can’t even keep it together for five minutes." he leaned in so close that ryker could feel the heat of his breath against their ear, a sickening contrast to the cold steel of the knife still pressing against their throat. "i could slit your throat right now. watch the life drain out of you." his voice dipped, twisted with malice, "and yet, here you are, getting all hard over me threatening you? are you fucking dumb?"

the words hung heavy in the air, and ryker’s entire body trembled under the weight of them. they tried to will themselves to stop shaking, to stop reacting, but it was impossible. every part of them screamed with helplessness, with the shame of being completely at dante’s mercy. the blade was there, always there, just a fraction of a movement away from ending it all, but that wasn’t even the worst of it. the worst part was the way dante was watching them, like they were less than a person, something broken, something to be broken.

"please..." ryker’s voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. they hated the way it sounded, hated themselves for begging, for giving dante exactly what he wanted. "just... stop."

dante pulled back just enough to see their face, his expression twisted with dark amusement, savoring the sight of ryker’s tears and the way they were coming apart at the seams. "stop?" he echoed, his tone dripping with mock innocence. "why would i stop? this is the most fun i’ve had with you." he tilted his head, as if studying them, his smirk growing more sadistic. "you’re even more worthless like this, you know that? it’s like you’re not even human anymore."

"i am—human," ryker spoke, their voice trembling as they tried to assert their identity in the face of danger. dante's sneer cut through the air like a knife, pressing the blade deeper against ryker's throat. the cold steel sent a shiver down their spine, mixing fear with an unsettling thrill. "you surely don’t act like one. you act like something that’s begging to be constantly used and abused."

dante's knee ground into ryker's thigh, a slow, deliberate motion that was both tormenting and intoxicating. "and now, even while i’m doing this, you’re still going to want more. even though your life is at risk, you would do anything to feel a tad bit of attention from someone."

words fumbled out of ryker's mouth like scattered leaves in a storm. they weren’t sure what they were saying, what thoughts were being twisted by fear and desperation. “god, please. don’t do this to me…” the plea escaped them in a choked whisper, tears spilling down their cheeks. each drop felt like molten shame, pooling in the pit of their stomach. they never wanted to be in this position—how could they? yet there they were, trapped and trembling, feeling the harsh bite of dante's knee pressing into them, a sickening mixture of pleasure and revulsion washing over them. it felt sour in their mouth, an uninvited thrill clawing at their insides, forcing them to confront the depths of their desires even in the face of horror.

"you’re nothing, especially like this," dante spat, watching ryker’s composure slowly unravel in front of him, the thrill of power dancing in his eyes. "i never thought that you, of all people, would get a hard-on over a knife held to your throat. you really need to get yourself together—imagine the people you love seeing you like this, giving in and letting yourself be violated by someone who doesn't care about you, someone who wants to end your pathetic little life."

dante’s grin was twisted, a grotesque reflection of his sadistic amusement as he relished ryker’s vulnerability.

"i don’t want this—I really don’t. please," ryker pleaded, their voice breaking into fragments, tears streaming faster now, each sob echoing the fear and shame that consumed them.

"oh, that’s too bad though, isn’t it?" dante laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the dimly lit alley. he pulled the knife away, letting it clatter to the ground with a heavy thud, as if announcing the finality of ryker's fate.

with a forceful grip, he seized ryker's waist, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, the sensation both painful and oddly intoxicating. he hoisted ryker off the cold ground, forcing them to wrap their legs around dante's waist as he pressed them against the unforgiving wall. the chill of the concrete sent a jolt through ryker, heightening their awareness of the impossibility of escape.

in that moment, dante said nothing; no words could capture the power dynamic at play, the sick game unfolding between predator and prey. the air was thick with anticipation, every heartbeat amplifying the tension of what was to come.

everything felt suffocating, the shadows around them stretching like fingers reaching out to pull ryker deeper into the darkness. with every shallow breath they took, the reality of their situation sank in further. dante's grip was unyielding, the cuffs biting into their skin, a stark reminder of their vulnerability.

“you look so cute like this,” dante teased, his voice a blend of mockery and genuine thrill. “just a little plaything, ready for whatever i decide.” he leaned back slightly, his eyes roving over ryker's form, as if savoring every detail, the way their body trembled, the way their eyes flickered with fear and something more complicated.

“stop it,” ryker murmured, a mix of fear and desperation in their voice. they couldn’t let him see the way their heart raced, how their body betrayed them with every flicker of warmth that coursed through their veins. “this isn’t a game.”

“oh, but it is,” dante countered, a wicked smile spreading across his face. he stepped back, creating just enough distance to allow ryker to feel the absence of warmth, the coldness of the wall pressing against their back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from dante’s body.

“you’re sick,” ryker spat, their voice growing steadier as anger fueled their resolve. “this isn’t what I wanted. you think you can just—”

“think again,” dante interrupted, moving closer again, invading ryker's personal space once more. “you’re not in control here, not anymore. you’re at my mercy.” he leaned down, his lips brushing against ryker’s ear, sending a jolt of anxiety coursing through them. “and I intend to have a little fun.”

ryker’s heart pounded, a drumbeat of fear and anger that echoed in their ears. they could feel the heat radiating off dante, the weight of his presence enveloping them, and despite their best efforts to remain defiant, a part of them felt drawn to the danger, the unpredictability of it all. the adrenaline surged, a potent cocktail of fear that left them feeling dizzy.

dante's eyes gleaming with mischief. he straightened up, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he took a step back, surveying ryker like a predator assessing its prey. “but first, let’s strip away those layers, shall we?”

without waiting for a response, he reached down and tugged at the hem of ryker’s shirt, pulling it up just enough to expose their skin. a chill ran down ryker’s spine at the sudden exposure, their breath hitching in their throat as embarrassment and fear warred within them.

“stop!” they shouted, trying to twist away from his grasp, but the cuffs limited their movement, forcing them to remain vulnerable and exposed. “you can’t just—”

“oh, but i can,” dante replied, a satisfied smirk stretching across his face. “this is my world now, ryker. you’re just living in it.” he leaned in closer, his breath hot against ryker’s skin, igniting a strange combination of fear and excitement that made their heart race faster.

dante’s hands roamed, tracing along the exposed skin, sending shivers through ryker’s body. they felt trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—anger at being overpowered, humiliation at their vulnerability, and an undeniable flicker of thrill that coursed through them. it was wrong, so wrong, yet somehow exhilarating.

“you’re such a fascinating little thing,” dante murmured, his fingers dancing over ryker’s skin as he leaned in, his mouth hovering just above theirs. “you hate this, yet a part of you craves it, doesn’t it?”

ryker felt their cheeks flush, the heat spreading through them like wildfire. “no,” they whispered, desperation threading through their voice. “you don’t understand.”

“oh, but i do,” dante said, his tone low and dangerous, a predator reveling in the hunt. “i see right through you. you’re just a little masochist hiding behind a mask of defiance.” he grinned wider, his eyes darkening with excitement. “and now, it’s time to let go of that mask.”

before ryker could respond, dante pressed his body against them again, forcing them back against the cold wall. the sensation sent a rush of confusion through ryker, leaving them feeling trapped yet oddly exhilarated. they could feel dante’s heat enveloping them, the oppressive weight of his presence grounding them in this moment, their heart racing in response to the danger.

“you think you can fight this?” dante whispered, his lips brushing against ryker’s, just barely touching, sending sparks of electricity racing through them. “i’ll break you, and when i do, you’ll come to realize just how much you crave this. how much you crave me, and how ill turn you into a sex toy for me and me only, and nothing will change that, no matter how you plead, you're my toy.”

the intensity of his words hung in the air, thick with unspoken promises and threats. ryker's mind spun, battling against the tide of confusion and desire that threatened to drown them. they had to hold on, had to keep fighting, but the closer dante drew, the harder it became to remember why they were resisting.

“you’re wrong,” ryker finally managed to choke out, their voice a mere whisper against the chaos swirling in their heart. “you’ll never have me.”

dante chuckled, a dark, chilling sound that echoed in the confined space. “we’ll see about that,” he said, pulling back just enough to meet ryker's gaze, his eyes shimmering with a dangerous allure. “i intend to make you mine, whether you like it or not.”

the weight of his words pressed down on ryker, the sense of foreboding filling the space between them. the night stretched on, a delicate balance of power and vulnerability, each moment promising to unravel them further. with every heartbeat, they felt the walls closing in, the tension growing, drawing them deeper into the darkness that was dante.

dante’s movements were quick, precise, as he yanked ryker’s pants down with one swift motion, the fabric pooling around their ankles, leaving them bare and vulnerable from the waist down. the cool air bit at their exposed skin, making them shiver uncontrollably, their legs trembling with a mix of fear and the chill. the feeling of being on display like this, half-naked and pressed up against the wall, made a deep, visceral shame burn through them. they didn’t want to be like this, didn’t want dante to see them so weak and pathetic. but they couldn’t stop it. couldn’t do anything except squirm and try to cover themselves, their body twitching with every sharp, taunting word that dripped from dante’s lips.

“look at you,” dante sneered, his voice low and dripping with contempt as he pushed himself right back up against ryker’s shivering form. “you’re such a pathetic whore.” his breath was hot against their ear, his chest pressing hard against their back as his hips ground against them, trapping them against the cold, unforgiving surface of the wall. ryker whimpered softly, their head turning to the side as if trying to escape the intensity of his gaze, but there was nowhere to go. nowhere to hide.

the cold blade no longer a threat against their neck, but it didn’t feel like any kind of mercy. if anything, it felt worse. because now they could see him. could watch the way his eyes darkened with every tremble that wracked through their body, the cruel, predatory smile that stretched across his lips as he took in the sight of them. he was savoring it, every second of it. every shaky breath and stifled sob, every tiny, involuntary twitch. he wanted them like this, broken, trembling, completely at his mercy.

“what’s the matter?” dante’s voice was a low, mocking purr, his gaze sharp and piercing as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing lightly against ryker’s ear. “don’t want to put on a show for me?” he laughed softly, the sound dark and twisted, sending a shiver racing down ryker’s spine. “too bad. because you’re going to. you’re going to stay right here and take everything i give you, got it?”

ryker tried to nod, tried to force their body to still beneath him, but it was impossible. every muscle in their body was trembling violently, shaking so hard that they could barely keep their balance. they felt like they were going to fall apart, shatter into pieces right there against the wall. and dante… dante was watching it all, his eyes gleaming with a sick sort of satisfaction as he pressed in closer, his body pinning them in place.

“you’re shaking so much that it’s hard to do what i want to do,” dante growled, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. ryker gasped softly as he pushed them harder against the wall, their chest flattening against the rough surface as his hips ground against them, holding them in place with his sheer strength. “stay fuckin’ still,” he spat, his tone sharp and commanding, one hand curling tightly around their waist, fingers digging into their bare skin.

they tried—they really did—but every nerve in their body was on fire, every muscle twitching and jerking uncontrollably. fear and adrenaline pumped through their veins, making it impossible to obey, impossible to do anything except quiver beneath his touch. dante’s grip tightened, his fingers biting into their flesh, and ryker let out a choked whimper, their entire body jerking involuntarily.

“pathetic,” dante muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he watched them struggle to comply. then, with a low growl, he yanked his hand away from their waist, his fingers leaving angry red marks against their pale skin. ryker gasped softly, their breath hitching in their throat, but they didn’t dare move. didn’t dare do anything except stay exactly where he left them, their body pressed flush against the wall, their cheek resting against the cold surface.

his gaze raking over them slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring every inch of exposed skin. “look at you,” he murmured softly, his voice low and taunting. “trembling like a scared little rabbit… you really are pathetic, aren’t you?”

ryker squeezed their eyes shut, a soft, broken whimper escaping their lips as they tried to control their breathing, tried to force themselves to stay still. but the sound only made dante’s smile widen, his gaze darkening with a twisted sort of pleasure. he reached out slowly, his fingers trailing lightly over their trembling back, tracing the curve of their spine, then dipping lower, lower, until his hand was resting against the waistband of their boxers.

“let’s see just how pathetic you really are,” he murmured softly, his tone almost sweet, almost gentle, as he hooked his fingers under the fabric and yanked it down, baring them completely. ryker bit down hard on their lower lip, their entire body jerking violently as the cool air hit their most sensitive parts, making them shiver even harder.

“there we go,” dante purred softly, his hand sliding over the curve of their bare ass, squeezing lightly. “now you’re on display just like you should be.” his other hand moved to their front, sliding slowly, deliberately, up their thigh, his fingers brushing lightly against their skin before cupping them firmly, squeezing just enough to make ryker’s breath hitch sharply in their throat.

“look at this,” he murmured softly, his thumb brushing lightly over their dick, sending a jolt of unwanted pleasure racing through ryker’s trembling frame. “already getting hard for me? i haven’t even touched you properly yet, you're so fucking pityful.” he laughed softly, the sound dark and mocking, his fingers tightening slightly as he began to move his hand in slow, teasing circles, his gaze fixed intently on ryker’s face.

“you’re such a pathetic little whore,” he breathed softly, his voice low and thick with satisfaction. “you don’t even need me to fuck you to fall apart, do you? just a little touch… just a little pressure, and you’re already squirming like a needy slut.” his hand moved faster now, grinding against them in slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out soft, broken whimpers and gasps from ryker’s lips.

“please,” ryker whimpered softly, their voice barely more than a breathless whisper, their hands scrabbling helplessly against the wall. “please, dante, i—”

“shut up,” dante snapped sharply, his hand tightening around them, making ryker cry out softly, their body jerking violently. “you don’t get to beg. you don’t get to ask for anything. you’re going to stay right here and take what i give you, understand?” his thumb brushed lightly over their tip, teasing the slickness there, and ryker let out a choked sob, their entire body trembling violently.

“good,” dante murmured softly, his smile widening as he watched them shudder helplessly beneath his touch. “now… let’s see what kind of pretty sounds you can make for me, yeah?”

dante’s hand moved with a cruel precision, every touch calculated to remind ryker of their utter lack of control. his fingers danced lazily over their trembling, exposed dick, never giving enough pressure, always staying just shy of what they needed, taunting, tormenting, keeping them trapped in that unbearable space between agony and bliss. every twitch of ryker’s hips was a desperate plea, every choked sob a testament to their utter powerlessness, but dante just smiled, slow and sinister, watching them unravel like a broken thing.

“pathetic,” he murmured softly, the word dripping with disdain as his gaze raked over ryker’s shaking form. “just look at you.” he leaned in, his voice dropping to a dark, dangerous purr. “you can’t even keep still, can you? all this twitching, all this shaking… it’s disgusting.” his smile twisted, sharp and cold, his eyes gleaming with a sick sort of satisfaction. “you’re disgusting. nothing more than a pitiful, needy mess.”

ryker whimpered, their body jerking as dante’s grip shifted, his fingers tightening painfully around them, squeezing just enough to make their hips jerk uncontrollably. they could feel it, feel the way his eyes burned into them, feel the sharp, degrading weight of his gaze stripping away any shred of humanity they had left. they were nothing to him. nothing but a weak, trembling thing, a toy for him to break and bend as he saw fit. and every slow, deliberate stroke of his hand drove that truth deeper and deeper, making shame and arousal twist together in a sick, dizzying mix.

“what’s the matter?” dante murmured softly, his lips brushing against their ear, his voice a low, mocking whisper. “does it hurt? being shown what you really are?” he laughed, the sound low and cruel, vibrating through ryker’s bones, making their breath catch in their throat. “don’t bother answering. i can see it. see how pathetic you look right now. trembling like a scared little animal, all because i’m not letting you cum.”

they choked back a sob, their head hanging low, tears streaming down their cheeks as the words sank in, sharp and cutting. he was right. they were trembling. they were shaking like a leaf, every muscle twitching uncontrollably, every breath coming in short, broken gasps. their entire body felt like it was on fire, nerves screaming for release, but dante’s hand was merciless, keeping them hovering right on the edge, never giving enough, never letting them tip over into that sweet, mind-numbing oblivion.

his hand moving faster, the strokes just rough enough to send jolts of sensation tearing through ryker’s trembling frame. his thumb brushed lightly over their tip, and ryker let out a choked cry, their hips bucking up helplessly. “desperate little whore.”

the word hit like a slap, sending a sharp, humiliating jolt through ryker’s gut. “n-no, i—” they tried to protest, their voice barely more than a broken whisper, but dante’s grip tightened, cutting off their words in a sharp, breathless gasp.

“no?” he growled softly, his fingers digging into their flesh, his nails biting deep enough to leave marks. “you want to deny it? when you’re dripping all over my hand like this?” his thumb smeared the slickness gathered at their tip, the motion slow and deliberate, drawing a strangled sob from ryker’s throat. “when you’re shaking and crying, just from me playing with you?” he laughed, the sound low and taunting, making their cheeks burn hot with shame. “you think you’re not a whore?”

ryker squeezed their eyes shut, a soft, broken whimper escaping their lips as dante’s words tore through them, twisting the knife deeper. they couldn’t stop it—couldn’t stop the way their body betrayed them, couldn’t stop the slick, humiliating wetness that gathered with every torturous stroke of dante’s hand. every sound they made, every shudder, every sob—it was all proof. proof that they were exactly what dante said. a whore. a broken, needy toy. something to be used and discarded.

“look at this mess,” dante muttered, his voice dripping with disgust as he watched them writhe beneath him. “can’t even keep yourself together, can you?” he shook his head slowly, his smile widening, dark and cruel. “you’re not even a person right now. just a twitching, mindless thing. good for nothing but taking whatever i give you.”

ryker let out a soft, broken sob, their entire body trembling violently as dante’s words washed over them, leaving them raw and exposed. “please,” they whimpered softly, the word barely more than a breathless whisper, their voice cracking with desperation. “please, d-dante, i—i can’t—”

“can’t what?” dante growled softly, his hand freezing, holding them in a grip so tight it felt like he was going to break them. “can’t hold on?” his voice dropped lower, his breath hot and heavy against ryker’s ear. “or can’t get enough of being used like this?” his grip tightened even more, squeezing them to the point of pain, and ryker let out a strangled sob, their entire body jerking violently.

“oh god, oh god, dante, please—” they were crying now, tears streaming down their cheeks as their hips bucked uncontrollably against dante’s hand, every muscle trembling violently. it felt like they were going to explode, the pleasure building and building until it was too much, too intense, like it was going to tear them apart.

“you’re not cumming,” dante snarled suddenly, his hand freezing in place, making ryker’s breath hitch sharply. “you don’t deserve to cum.” he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. “not until i’ve made you beg. not until you’re nothing but a broken, mindless mess.”

“please, please, please—” ryker was sobbing now, their voice high and broken, their entire body shaking violently as they pleaded, their words a jumbled mess of desperation and need. “please, i’ll do anything, i—i’ll be good, i’ll—”

“then cum,” dante hissed softly, his hand moving again, rough and punishing. ryker’s entire body went rigid, their breath catching in their throat, their vision going white as the pleasure crashed over them, ripping through them like a storm. they came with a broken scream, their entire body jerking violently as the release tore through them, leaving them shaking and gasping, their mind blank and hazy with the force of it.

“good little toy,” dante murmured softly, his voice low and soothing as his hand kept moving, drawing out every last shudder, every last sob. “that’s all you are… just a mindless, obedient toy.”

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leon jolted upright, his heart hammering in his chest as if it were trying to escape. sleep vanished in an instant, adrenaline flooding his veins. the cool, gray morning light crept through the thin gaps in his curtains, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and warp in the corners of his room. he blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the sight before him.

the mirror—the mirror he always kept covered, stood there, the sheet that usually concealed it now crumpled on the floor like a discarded shroud. his reflection stared back at him, wide-eyed and pale, but it wasn’t just his own hollow gaze that made his skin crawl. it was the presence behind him.

his eyes darted around frantically, skimming the room until they landed on the figure lounging lazily in the corner. dante sat there, one leg crossed over the other, a smirk tugging at his lips, as if he were a cat toying with a trapped mouse. he looked so at ease, so perfectly comfortable in the dim light of the early morning, like he belonged there—like this was his room, his space, not leon's.

“leon,” dante drawled, his voice low and almost gentle, tinged with a mocking undertone. he tilted his head slightly, dark eyes glittering with some unreadable emotion as he regarded the trembling figure on the bed. “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

leon swallowed hard, his throat dry, the taste of fear bitter on his tongue. he could feel every muscle in his body coiled tight, trembling slightly as he sat frozen in place. “w-what are you doing here?” he managed to choke out, his voice barely more than a whisper. his gaze flicked from dante’s calm expression to the uncovered mirror, a shudder running down his spine. he’d been so careful—he always kept it covered, no matter what. there was no way he would’ve left it like this.

dante’s smile widened, a flash of teeth in the dim light. “don’t look so surprised,” he murmured, uncrossing his legs and standing up slowly, like a predator rising from its resting place. he moved with a lazy, fluid grace, each step deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world. “you knew i’d be back eventually.”

leon’s breath caught in his throat as dante took a step closer, the soft creak of the floorboards beneath his boots the only sound in the room. “no—no, i—” he stammered, shaking his head slightly. “i thought—i thought i got rid of you.”

“oh, leon.” dante laughed softly, a dark, rich sound that seemed to wrap around leon's spine and squeeze. “you should know better than that by now.” he stopped just a few feet away, his eyes locked onto leon’s, piercing right through him. “you can’t get rid of me. not really. i’m always here… just waiting for you to slip up.”

leon’s gaze flicked back to the mirror. the mirror stood there, gleaming faintly in the muted light, its surface smooth and unblemished. there was nothing strange about it—nothing that would hint at the dark, twisted presence that seemed to seep from its depths. but leon knew better. he could feel it. could feel the weight of dante’s gaze through the glass, even when he wasn’t looking.

“why?” he whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking slightly. “why are you here?”

dante’s smile softened, just a fraction, as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, almost intimate murmur. “because i missed you, leon. and you—” his gaze shifted, flicking over leon’s trembling form, the way his shoulders hunched in on themselves, the way his eyes darted nervously between the mirror and dante’s face. “—you’re so much more fun when you’re afraid.”

leon flinched, the words hitting him like a physical blow. he shook his head frantically, his breath coming faster, panic clawing at his chest. “no, no, no—i’m not—i’m not afraid of you,” he protested weakly, but even as he said it, the lie tasted sour on his tongue. his entire body was trembling, the air around him feeling thick and heavy, pressing down on him until it was hard to breathe.

dante’s smile widened again, sharp and predatory. “oh, leon. you’re a terrible liar.” he reached out slowly, one gloved hand brushing lightly against leon’s cheek, the touch so gentle it was almost tender. leon shuddered violently, jerking away, but dante’s fingers only tightened, gripping his chin firmly and forcing his head up, making him meet those dark, burning eyes. “look at you,” he murmured softly, his gaze intense. “shaking like a leaf. eyes wide. heart racing.” his thumb brushed lightly over leon’s lower lip, sending a jolt of cold terror shooting through him. “you’re terrified. and that’s exactly how i like you.”

leon’s breath hitched sharply, his entire body trembling violently as he tried to pull away, but dante’s grip was like iron, unyielding and implacable. “please,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “please, just—just leave me alone.”

dante’s smile softened, almost gentle, but there was nothing kind in his eyes. “oh, leon,” he murmured softly, his voice a low, soothing purr. “you know i can’t do that.” he leaned in closer, his breath warm against leon’s skin, his gaze dark and burning. “you belong to me. and i’m never going to let you go.”

leon’s entire body shuddered at the words, a cold, sinking dread settling in his gut. he tried to look away, but dante’s grip tightened painfully, forcing his gaze back, trapping him in that dark, piercing stare. “no,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “no, i—i don’t—”

“yes, you do.” dante’s voice was soft, almost tender, but there was a steel edge beneath it, a dark, possessive hunger that sent chills racing down leon’s spine. “you belong to me, leon. you always have. and you always will.” he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing lightly against leon’s ear, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. “no matter how far you run, no matter how hard you try to escape… i’ll always find you.”

leon’s breath caught in his throat, his entire body trembling violently as the words washed over him, leaving him raw and exposed. he could feel dante’s presence like a dark, suffocating shadow, wrapping around him, sinking into his very bones, and there was nothing—nothing—he could do to stop it.

dante grabbed leon and pulled him to the side of the bed, " i did a little snooping, priest " he smiled, " stay there, plus, it's not like you can go anywhere while I'm here " dante turned around, picking a skirt up off of the bedside table, " why do you have this huh? " he paused " this is yours right? " 

leon’s pulse quickened, his eyes widening as dante’s words sunk in, the heavy threat lingering in the air between them. he felt a chill run down his spine, settling like ice in the pit of his stomach as he watched dante turn the skirt over in his hands, inspecting the delicate fabric as if it were something bizarre and unexplainable. his fingers traced along the hem almost mockingly, lifting it up and letting it sway softly in the dim light of the room. it looked out of place—absurdly out of place—in dante’s grip, a harsh contrast to the sharp angles of his frame and the cruel glint in his eyes.

“so?” dante’s voice was low, almost casual, but there was a razor-edge to it, something dangerous lurking just beneath the surface. “are you going to explain why a priest like you has something like this hiding in his room?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow as he tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on leon’s face, watching for every flicker of emotion, every subtle shift. “unless…” his smile widened, dark and predatory. “unless this isn’t just some little secret, is it?”

leon’s throat tightened, his mouth going dry as he struggled to find his voice. “i—I…” he stammered, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest. “it’s not—i didn’t—”

“oh, don’t even try it,” dante cut him off sharply, his smile twisting into something colder, more sinister. he leaned in closer, the skirt still dangling loosely from his fingers as he loomed over leon, his presence suffocating, oppressive. “don’t lie to me, priest. i can see right through you.” his gaze swept slowly, deliberately, down leon’s body, lingering on the way his hands clenched the sheets, on the slight tremor in his shoulders, on the faint flush creeping up his neck. “you think you can hide something like this from me?” he shook his head slowly, his smirk widening. “pathetic.”

leon flinched at the word, his entire body tensing as if dante had struck him. “it’s not—” he tried again, his voice shaking, but dante’s expression only darkened further, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

“not yours?” he mocked, his tone dripping with condescension. he lifted the skirt higher, shaking it slightly as if to emphasize the absurdity of the statement. “then why is it in your room? why is it your size, huh?” he laughed softly, the sound low and vicious, sending a shiver racing down leon’s spine. “come on, priest. don’t play dumb. just admit it.” he leaned in closer, his breath warm against leon’s cheek as he whispered, his voice a low, taunting purr. “you like it, don’t you? you want to wear it.”

leon’s breath caught in his throat, his face burning hot as he turned his head away, staring desperately at the far wall, anywhere but at dante. he could feel the shame crawling up his skin, spreading like a sickness, leaving him raw and exposed. “i—it’s not—” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, but dante’s fingers suddenly tightened around his chin, jerking his head back around, forcing him to meet that piercing, unrelenting gaze.

“don’t look away,” dante growled softly, his grip bruising as he held leon’s face still, his thumb digging painfully into the soft flesh of his cheek. “i’m talking to you, priest.” his smile faded, his expression hardening, his eyes burning with something dark and twisted. “you want to pretend like this doesn’t mean anything? fine. pretend all you want.” he leaned back slightly, his grip still firm as he lifted the skirt again, holding it up in front of leon’s face. “but you’re still putting it on.”

leon’s breath hitched sharply, his entire body trembling as the command washed over him, sinking deep, making his pulse stutter and race. “wha—what?” he whispered, his voice small, wavering, but dante just chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving leon’s face.

“you heard me.” dante’s smile widened, his teeth flashing white in the dim light. “you’re going to wear it.” he released leon’s chin abruptly, the sudden absence of his grip almost making leon’s head spin. “right now. no arguments.” he tossed the skirt onto leon’s lap, the fabric pooling softly against his thighs, and stepped back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched leon with a dark, expectant look. “go on, priest. show me.”

leon stared down at the skirt, his hands hovering uncertainly over the soft fabric. his mind was reeling, panic and shame twisting together in a nauseating mix that made it hard to think, hard to breathe. this couldn’t be happening. dante couldn’t actually expect him to—there was no way he could—

“what’s the matter?” dante’s voice cut through his spiraling thoughts like a blade, sharp and merciless. “too scared to put on your own clothes?” he shook his head slowly, his smile fading as his gaze hardened, something dark and dangerous flickering in his eyes. “or maybe you just need some… encouragement.”

leon’s heart skipped a beat, his breath catching sharply in his throat. “n-no, i—” he stammered, his hands trembling as he clutched the skirt reflexively, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. “please, dante, i—”

“put it on,” dante snarled suddenly, his voice low and vicious, the command ringing out like a whipcrack in the stillness of the room. leon flinched, his entire body jerking violently as if struck, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he stared up at dante, wide-eyed, his heart racing.

for a moment, neither of them moved. the room was deathly silent, the air thick with tension, every second stretching out into an eternity. and then, slowly, painfully, leon’s trembling fingers began to move.

he lifted the skirt with shaking hands, his vision blurring slightly as he pulled it over his knees, up his thighs, the fabric clinging uncomfortably against his skin. every movement felt like it was happening underwater, slow and distorted, his mind buzzing with static as he tugged it up, settling it awkwardly around his waist. it was too tight, the hem brushing lightly against his legs, making his skin prickle with a sharp, uncomfortable heat.

“there we go,” dante murmured softly, his smile returning as he leaned back slightly, his gaze sweeping slowly, deliberately, down leon’s body. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

leon’s entire body was trembling violently, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he stared down at his lap, his face burning, his mind a haze of shame and humiliation. he felt exposed, degraded, like every inch of him was on display, every flaw laid bare under dante’s cruel gaze.

“stand up,” dante ordered suddenly, his voice low and commanding.

leon’s head jerked up, his eyes wide and panicked. “w-what—”

“stand up,” dante repeated softly, his gaze never wavering. “and show me how good you look in your pretty little skirt, priest.”

dante’s grin widened as he watched leon struggle to his feet, the soft fabric of the skirt swishing slightly with every unsteady movement. it clung awkwardly around leon’s waist, the hem hitting just above his knees, the tight material molding itself to his hips in a way that made dante’s eyes darken with something predatory, something hungry. leon’s face was flushed a deep red, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground as if he couldn’t bear to look up, his entire posture tense, rigid with shame.

“look at you,” dante murmured softly, his voice dripping with mockery. he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving leon’s trembling form as he took his time, circling around him slowly, like a predator inspecting its prey. “you’re practically shaking, priest. all because of a little skirt.” he let out a low, amused chuckle, reaching out to trail his fingers lightly along the waistband, making leon flinch violently at the contact. “it’s almost cute. pathetic, but cute.”

leon squeezed his eyes shut, his shoulders hunching slightly as if he were trying to curl in on himself, to disappear under dante’s gaze. “p-please…” he whispered, his voice barely audible, his hands trembling at his sides.

“please?” dante repeated mockingly, his fingers drifting lower, tracing along the edge of the skirt, the soft fabric brushing lightly against leon’s bare skin. “please, what? please keep going?” he leaned in closer, his breath warm against leon’s ear as he whispered, “or please stop?” he laughed softly, the sound low and dangerous, sending a shiver racing down leon’s spine. “we both know which one it is, priest. don’t pretend you don’t love this.”

leon’s breath hitched sharply, his entire body trembling as dante’s words washed over him, sinking deep, making something sick and hot twist in the pit of his stomach. “n-no, i—” he started to protest, but the words caught in his throat, his voice breaking as dante’s hands moved lower, gripping his hips firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

“oh, shut up,” dante murmured softly, his voice dark, dangerous. “don’t even try to lie to me.” he tugged leon back suddenly, making him stumble, a small, startled gasp escaping his lips as dante spun him around, forcing him to face the bed. “you wouldn’t be wearing this stupid little thing if you didn’t want it.” his hands tightened on leon’s hips, his grip bruising, and then he pushed, shoving leon forward until his knees hit the edge of the mattress.

leon let out a soft, panicked sound, his hands flying out to catch himself as he toppled forward, the skirt riding up slightly as he landed awkwardly on his hands and knees, the sheets bunching up beneath his palms. his heart was racing, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he stared down at the bed, every nerve in his body screaming with humiliation, with fear, with something he didn’t want to name. he could feel dante behind him, could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical touch, hot and heavy against his skin.

“god, you’re so easy to break,” dante murmured softly, his voice low, taunting. he leaned down, his chest pressing lightly against leon’s back as his hands slid lower, gripping leon’s thighs and pushing them apart slowly, deliberately. “look at you, already bending over like a good little slut.” his lips brushed lightly against leon’s ear, his breath warm and taunting. “is this what you wanted, priest? to be put in your place? to be treated like the pathetic little toy you are?”

leon’s entire body was trembling violently, his breath hitching sharply in his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut, shame and arousal twisting together in a sick, dizzying mix. “n-no, i—” he whispered, his voice small, broken, but dante just laughed softly, the sound low and vicious.

“don’t lie to me,” he growled softly, his hands tightening on leon’s hips as he pushed himself forward, his body pressing up against leon’s ass, trapping him against the bed. “you’re loving this. i can feel it.” he ground his hips forward slowly, deliberately, making leon gasp, his entire body jerking violently at the sudden contact. “look at how good you look, bent over like this, your pretty little skirt all bunched up around your waist.” he leaned in closer, his lips brushing lightly against the back of leon’s neck as he whispered, “you look like you were made for this.”

leon let out a choked sob, his entire body trembling as dante’s words washed over him, sinking deep, leaving him raw, exposed. he could feel the heat of dante’s body against his back, the hard press of his chest, the firm grip of his hands on his hips, holding him in place, making it impossible to move, impossible to think. “p-please…” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, his hands clutching desperately at the sheets as he tried to steady himself, tried to breathe. “please, dante, i—”

“please, dante,” dante mimicked mockingly, his voice dripping with disdain. he ground his hips forward again, harder this time, making leon let out a soft, broken whimper. “you really are pathetic, aren’t you?” he laughed softly, the sound low and cruel, sending a shiver racing down leon’s spine. “a weak, useless little priest, getting all worked up just because i put you in a skirt.” his hands slid lower, gripping leon’s thighs firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled him back, pressing leon harder against the mattress. “you look like a whore, leon,” he murmured softly, his voice dark, dangerous. “is that what you are? a dirty little whore, just waiting for me to use?”

leon’s breath hitched sharply, his entire body trembling violently as dante’s words cut deep, leaving him raw, exposed, every nerve in his body on fire. “n-no, i—” he started to protest, his voice shaking, but dante just laughed softly, the sound low and vicious.

“no?” he mocked softly, his grip tightening on leon’s hips as he ground his hips forward again, harder, making leon let out a soft, desperate sound. “then why are you letting me do this?” his voice was a low, dangerous growl, his lips brushing lightly against leon’s ear as he whispered, “why aren’t you fighting back?” his hands slid lower, gripping leon’s thighs firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled him back, pressing leon harder against the mattress. “you want this, don’t you, priest?”

“n-no, i—i don’t—” leon whispered, his voice small, broken, his entire body trembling as dante’s words washed over him, sinking deep, making something sick and hot twist in the pit of his stomach.

“liar,” dante hissed softly, his voice low, dangerous. “you’re loving this.”

dante guided his hand towards underneath leon's pretty skirt, grabbing his boxers, and pulling them off in a swift motion. " look at this, now you're more on display than you we're before, sweetheart, " 

leon felt the heat of dante's breath against his ear, every word dripping with venomous pleasure, twisting deeper into his psyche. the way dante's fingers dug into his hips sent jolts of sensation rippling through him, blurring the lines of his shame and awakening a desperate, primal need. he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, as if he could block out the reality of his situation, but the sensations were undeniable, sinking into him like a dark, intoxicating poison.

dante’s grin widened as he reached for the zipper of his pants, the soft sound of metal sliding against metal echoing in the tense air. he let out a low, teasing chuckle, his gaze fixed intently on leon’s trembling form sprawled across the bed, fully aware of the effect he had on him. the way the fabric of the skirt clung to leon’s hips and thighs made his heart race, each little movement revealing more of the delicate skin beneath.

with a deliberate slowness, dante pulled down the zipper, the sound almost mocking in its intimacy. the fabric parted, revealing the contours of his body, a hint of what lay beneath. he caught sight of the way leon’s eyes flickered between curiosity and trepidation, the raw vulnerability in his expression fueling dante’s desire. 

“look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry, filled with an intoxicating mix of amusement and hunger. “you’re such a pretty little thing. all exposed and waiting for me.” as he pushed his pants down just enough to reveal the hard evidence of his desire, he relished the way leon’s breath hitched, his body responding even in its humiliation.

dante took a moment to enjoy the sight before him, savoring the contrast of his own confidence against leon’s evident struggle. he leaned forward slightly, his chest brushing against the fabric of the skirt, feeling the heat radiating off leon. “how does it feel, sweetheart?” he taunted, his eyes darkening with a predatory glint. “to be so completely at my mercy? To know you’re the centerpiece of this little display?”

the air crackled with tension, a heady mixture of anticipation and desire swirling between them. as he stepped closer, he could see the way leon’s body reacted to him, each breath becoming more shallow, more frantic. dante leaned down, his lips almost brushing against the shell of leon’s ear, whispering, “you’re going to remember this moment. you’re going to crave it.” 

he could feel the weight of his own desire, heavy and insistent, as he took in the sight of leon—vulnerable, flushed, and undeniably beautiful. it was a moment that ignited something deep within him.

dante pushed his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, the fabric sliding off his hips and pooling around his ankles. as he stepped out of the discarded clothing, a rush of exhilaration coursed through him. he felt liberated, exposed, and undeniably powerful. every movement was deliberate, an invitation that spoke volumes, drawing leon’s gaze to the undeniable evidence of his desire.

he took a moment to relish the feeling of the cool air against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat building in the room. he could feel leon's eyes on him, the intensity of that gaze igniting a primal need deep within. he loved the way leon squirmed under the weight of his attention, the mixture of shame and arousal swirling in the air between them.

“do you like what you see, sweetheart?” he teased. he stepped closer to the bed, pushing himself up against leon's ass once again, his confidence radiating in waves. “or are you too shy to admit it?” the playful mockery in his voice was unmistakable, each word meant to unravel the last shreds of resistance within leon.

fully exposed, dante let his eyes roam over leon’s body, taking in the way the skirt clung to him, the fabric accentuating the delicate lines of his thighs and the soft curve of his waist. it was a sight that stirred something possessive in him, a desire to claim and dominate. he felt powerful, the control intoxicating as he reveled in the effect he had on the man before him.

“you’re just a pretty little toy waiting to be played with,” he murmured, the words dripping with seduction. he leaned forward slightly, letting his body hover above leon’s, their skin almost touching, the heat radiating between them palpable. “you wanted this, didn’t you? to be on display for me?”

the anticipation hung heavy in the air, each heartbeat echoing in the silence. dante could feel the tension in the room, the way it charged the atmosphere, making it thick and electric. he relished the way leon’s breath quickened, the way his body tensed in response to every subtle movement. it was intoxicating, and dante knew he was just beginning to peel back the layers of leon’s defenses.

with a smirk, he pressed his body closer, teasingly brushing against leon, their warmth mingling in a heady mix of longing and restraint, his lips barely inches from leon’s ear. “you want this as much as I do.” as he pulled back slightly, he watched the struggle play out across leon’s face, the conflict between his desire and the shame that held him captive.

dante lifted the hem of leon’s skirt with a mix of gentleness and assertiveness, his fingers grazing the soft fabric as it slipped higher, revealing more of the smooth skin beneath. the anticipation crackled in the air, a heady mix of desire and danger that left both men breathless. he could feel leon’s body tense under his touch, the way his muscles coiled as he instinctively tried to close the distance, but dante’s grip was firm, unyielding.

“such a pretty little thing,” dante murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of leon’s exposed backside. he gripped leon’s ass firmly, spreading it apart, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he explored. each movement was deliberate, igniting a fire in dante’s belly, a hunger that demanded to be satiated. he reveled in the power he held, in the way leon squirmed and gasped beneath him, caught between shame and an unacknowledged desire.

“i can’t wait,” he breathed, the words laced with a dark lust that dripped from his lips. he leaned in closer, his breath hot against leon’s ear as he whispered, “you don’t need me to prep you, do you?” the question hung in the air, charged and electrifying, stirring something primal within both of them. he could sense the internal struggle within leon, the conflict between wanting to protest and the undeniable truth of his body’s reaction to dante’s every touch.

leon opened his mouth to speak, a feeble protest bubbling up, but before he could form the words, dante cut him off with a low, mocking laugh. “i wouldn’t really care either way,” he sneered, his voice thick with desire. “before you tell me you need it.”

dante’s grip tightened on leon’s ass, his fingers pressing deeper, pulling him closer, forcing him to feel every inch of dante’s want. he could see the struggle on leon’s face, the way his eyes flickered with a mixture of fear and desire.

he pressed his hips forward, letting leon feel the hard length of him against the softness of his skin. the contrast sent a thrill through dante, the realization that he was pushing boundaries, bending the rules of what was acceptable. he wanted to break leon down, to strip away every layer of defense until all that was left was raw, unfiltered need. 

leaning in even closer, his lips brushing against the curve of leon’s neck. heavy with lust, and he could feel the tension crackling between them, a tangible force that drew him closer to the edge of madness. 

dante finally gave in to the overwhelming urge that had been building inside him, his desire clawing at the edges of his restraint. with a low growl, he positioned himself at leon’s entrance, feeling the heat radiating from his body, a siren's call that was impossible to resist. he pressed forward slowly, the head of his cock parting leon’s tightness, and as he sank in deeper, he couldn’t help but revel in the sensation.

leon let out a pathetic groan, the sound raw and filled with a mix of pleasure and pain that shot straight to dante’s core. it was a melody that fueled his hunger, making him crave more, and as he pushed himself deeper, he could hear the whine that escaped leon’s lips—a soft, desperate sound that made dante’s heart race. it echoed in the air, a testament to how completely he had taken control of the situation, and the power was intoxicating.

“that’s it, sweetheart,” dante murmured, his voice thick with lust as he buried himself fully within leon. the heat enveloped him, squeezing around him like a vice, each pulsing contraction drawing him in deeper. he could feel every inch of leon’s body trembling beneath him, the way his muscles clenched and released in response to dante’s movements, and it only heightened the thrill coursing through him. “just relax and take it.”

as he settled inside leon, he paused for a brief moment, allowing both of them to savor the intensity of the situation. he watched as leon’s body responded, the way his back arched and his breaths quickened, chest rising and falling with the effort. it was a beautiful sight, one that filled dante with a sense of satisfaction. he leaned forward, pressing himself against leon’s back, reveling in the warmth and softness of his skin.

“you’re doing so well,” dante praised, his voice a low murmur that danced along the curve of leon’s neck. he couldn’t resist trailing his lips along the delicate line of the man’s shoulder, teasingly brushing against the skin as he began to move again, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with deliberate force. with each movement, he pushed deeper, filling leon completely, drawing out a chorus of whimpers and gasps that filled the room with a heady rhythm.

leon’s breath hitched in response, every thrust sending waves of sensation crashing through him. dante could feel the tension building in leon’s body, the way his muscles tightened and relaxed, creating a rhythm that synced with his own. pleasure and pain, and dante was completely lost in it.

“you’re so tight,” dante growled, each thrust punctuated with raw desire. he could feel himself getting lost in the rhythm, the heat of their bodies colliding, the pleasure spiraling higher with every movement. he dug his fingers into leon’s hips, anchoring him in place, and with every thrust, he pushed them both closer to the edge. “tell me how good it feels, priest. let me hear you.”

leon whimpered in response, words failing him as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through his body. the sound was a mix of need and desperation, echoing off the walls like a plea. dante loved it—loved the way he could draw those sounds from leon, loved the way he was completely at his mercy.

“that’s right,” dante urged, his voice low and commanding, driving them both forward. he increased his pace, each thrust becoming more urgent, more desperate, as he chased the pleasure that was spiraling out of control.

dante’s thrusts grew more frantic, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the dim room. he leaned over leon’s back, their bodies pressed together in a primal connection that felt both possessive and intoxicating. he could feel every inch of leon, the way his body responded to each thrust, how he arched and writhed beneath him, lost in a haze of pleasure. 

“you’re so beautiful like this, i couldn't say it enough,” dante murmured, his breath hot against leon’s skin as he buried his face into the curve of his neck. he couldn’t get enough of him—every gasp, every whimper, every quiver of those delicate muscles was a symphony of ecstasy that drove him wild. “just a helpless little thing, completely mine.” the words poured from his lips, laced with an urgency that only intensified with each thrust.

leon’s voice was a desperate plea, filled with a mixture of anguish and longing. “d-dante,” he gasped, the name escaping his lips like a prayer, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through dante’s body. he loved hearing his name spoken in such a raw, needy way, and it urged him on, igniting a fire that had been smoldering since their game began.

“what do you want?” dante growled, driving into leon deeper, harder, as if trying to force the words from him. “tell me what you want, priest.” he relished the power he held over him, the way he could manipulate leon's pleasure, make him crave more. he felt a primal satisfaction in dominating their encounter, in controlling every breath, every sound, every quiver of desire.

“I want—” leon started, his voice shaky as he struggled to form the words through the haze of pleasure. dante could feel the tension coiling within him, the way he was on the brink of something monumental. he pushed deeper, seeking to elicit that confession, to make leon surrender fully.

“want what?” dante pressed, his voice low and teasing. he increased his tempo, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming more insistent, more demanding. the heat in the room intensified, the air thick with their shared breaths and the sounds of their bodies coming together in perfect harmony.

“n-no, I can’t—” leon stammered, his voice faltering as he fought against the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. but dante wasn’t willing to let him off that easily. he tightened his grip on leon’s hips, pulling him back against him with each thrust, forcing him to take it all, to feel every inch of him.

“you can, and you will,” dante hissed through clenched teeth, his voice a low growl that echoed in the charged atmosphere. he could feel himself teetering on the edge of his own climax, the intensity of it driving him to the brink of madness. “just let go, leon. let me hear how much you want it.”

with each thrust, he felt the walls of leon’s body tightening around him, a vice grip that made his head spin. 

“please…” leon gasped, the word barely escaping his lips as he surrendered to the sensations washing over him. it was a plea filled with desperation, and it ignited something primal within dante, a hunger that surged through him like wildfire.

“please, what?” he challenged, leaning forward to bite roughly at the tender skin of leon’s shoulder, savoring the way it made him shudder beneath him. he could feel his own pleasure building, a swirling storm that threatened to engulf them both, and he needed to push leon to that same point of no return. 

“please, dante… I want more,” leon finally confessed, his voice cracking as he let the words tumble out. it was a sweet, desperate admission, and it sent a surge through dante, knowing he had broken down leon’s defenses completely. 

“that’s my good boy,” dante praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. with renewed vigor, he thrust deeper, driving into leon with abandon, each movement pushing them closer to the brink. he could feel the pressure building, the way their bodies moved in a perfect sync, and he knew they were both on the verge of something explosive. 

“just let it happen,” he urged, his breath coming in sharp gasps, the words punctuated by the relentless rhythm of their bodies. he could feel the tension coiling tighter, ready to snap, and he knew they wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. “let it all go.” 

dante’s thrusts became more frantic, his need driving him forward as he lost himself in the rhythm of their bodies. each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him, heightening the urgency of the moment. he leaned over leon, his breath hot against the back of his neck, and as he pressed deeper, a new thought flickered in his mind—an overwhelming desire to claim leon completely.

“god, you feel so good,” dante groaned, his voice thick with lust. the heat radiating from leon’s body wrapped around him like a vice, and he could feel the tension building within both of them. “I want to cum inside you,” he confessed, his voice low and husky, dripping with raw desire. the admission hung in the air, a potent mix of want and need that fueled the fire between them.

leon gasped at the words, a mix of shock and arousal lighting up his features. it was a moment of vulnerability, an admission that left him breathless and trembling beneath dante. the thought of being filled by him, of having their connection solidified in such an intimate way, sent a rush of heat through his body. 

“d-dante,” he stuttered, his heart racing at the implication. “I—” but before he could finish, dante cut him off, his grip tightening on leon’s hips as he pushed in harder, his movements becoming more urgent.

“don’t fight it, priest,” dante growled, his voice a mixture of demand and plea. “you know you want this as much as I do. let me fill you, let me make you mine.” he felt the way leon’s body responded to his words, the way he clenched around him, and it only heightened dante’s desire. the sensation was intoxicating, a heady mix of power and intimacy that drove him to the edge of madness.

“please,” dante urged, his breath ragged, each thrust punctuated by the weight of his need. he could feel his own release building, that familiar pressure coiling tighter with each movement, and he wanted nothing more than to let go inside of leon, to mark him as his own. “let me come inside you. let me fill you up.” 

leon’s breath hitched, his body responding instinctively to dante’s words. it was a tantalizing invitation, one that sent shivers racing down his spine. the very idea of being claimed, of becoming a part of dante in such a profound way, ignited a fire within him, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. 

“dante, I…” he managed to gasp, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. the way dante moved, the way he filled him completely, sent waves of pleasure crashing over him, and it was almost too much to bear. “I want it,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a mixture of desperation and longing.

“that’s my good boy,” dante growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. he felt a surge of triumph at leon’s confession, knowing he had brought him to this point of surrender. with renewed vigor, he thrust deeper, his desire to claim leon intensifying with each movement. 

“just let it happen,” he urged, his voice low and filled with urgency. the world around them faded, leaving only the two of them tangled together in a dance of raw need. he could feel the pressure building to a breaking point, and he knew they were both teetering on the edge of oblivion. 

“you want this as much as I do,” dante coaxed, his words low and coaxing. he could sense the shift within leon, the way he leaned into the rhythm, urging dante on. “let me fill you, i want you to be full of my cum, whore.” 

with a final thrust, dante felt himself shatter, the world exploding into a million stars as he released himself inside leon, the heat washing over him in waves of ecstasy. breathless and euphoric, and as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

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both ryker and beetle had been sat, talking for a while. ryker’s voice had started to soften, words coming slower and sentences trailing off, until eventually, they shifted closer. without really thinking about it, they rested against beetle, leaning into his side before letting their head gently fall onto his shoulder. beetle blinked in surprise, pausing mid-sentence, but then relaxed when he realized ryker had settled comfortably. 

ryker, normally so energetic and lively, always needing to do something, was now, calm, relaxed. beetle’s gaze softened too, unsure what to do at first. he carefully wrapped one arm around ryker, keeping his movements slow and gentle, as if he feared startling them. when ryker didn’t pull away, he let his fingers absentmindedly trace little patterns against ryker’s back before drifting up to their hair.

they seemed so at peace, and beetle could feel the steady rhythm of their breathing against him. beetle wasn’t used to people wanting to be this close. physical affection was rare for him, something that always felt a bit distant and foreign. but now, with ryker so near, trusting him enough to rest on his shoulder, it didn’t feel strange at all. it felt... warm.

he let out a soft breath and began to brush his fingers slowly through ryker’s hair, feeling the soft strands slip through his fingers. ryker sighed quietly, their form melting even more into him as if the touch had eased away some hidden tension. beetle felt his heart skip at that, a strange but welcome sensation blooming in his chest. he glanced down at ryker’s peaceful expression.

for a while, neither spoke. the silence between them was comfortable, filled with only the gentle rustling of beetle’s fingers in ryker’s hair and the distant sounds of the world outside. it was a silence beetle could get used to, a quiet he would gladly share with ryker anytime they needed it.

“you know,” beetle murmured softly, almost to himself, “i wouldn't expect you to want to get all comfortable and cozy on me.” beetle slightly teased, the best he could, he couldn't come across as nothing but serious with how monotone his voice came across.

the minutes stretched on, ryker’s breathing deep and even against beetle’s chest, and he could tell they were teetering on the edge of sleep. with a gentle shift, he moved his arm under them, scooping ryker up in one smooth motion. they made a soft sound, barely a murmur, but didn’t protest. beetle adjusted his grip, lifting them carefully until ryker was settled right on his lap.

the change in position must have pulled ryker from the brink of sleep, because their eyes fluttered open, blinking slowly up at him, a bit dazed and confused. beetle didn’t say anything as he held them there, one arm wrapped securely around their waist. with his other hand, he reached up, brushing his thumb softly along ryker’s jaw before tilting their chin up, forcing ryker’s gaze to meet his.

beetle seemed to stare searching ryker’s face as if trying to memorize every sleepy expression, every tiny shift in emotion that crossed their features. ryker’s gaze softened, their eyelids heavy, but they didn’t look away. they stayed, caught in beetle’s hold, looking up at him with a trust so deep it made beetle’s chest ache.

“look at me,” beetle murmured quietly, his voice low and almost a whisper, as if afraid to break the delicate moment. his grip on their chin was firm but gentle, holding ryker in place with a softness that spoke of care rather than control. 

ryker blinked, a little dazed but obedient, their eyes wide and searching. beetle’s hand stayed where it was, thumb brushing along their bottom lip in a slow, almost hesitant caress. ryker gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, the movement restricted by beetle’s hold on their chin. beetle’s heart thudded, the weight of that small motion hitting him harder than he could have ever imagined. he swallowed, eyes never leaving ryker’s, trying to hold onto the moment, to engrain it in his memory forever.

their lips parting in a soft exhale. beetle’s thumb lingered there, hovering just over ryker’s bottom lip, as if debating whether to move closer, to close that tiny gap between them. but instead, he stayed like that, holding ryker’s gaze, waiting—waiting for them to move, to say anything.

beetle hesitated, his gaze never leaving ryker’s face, his heart hammering in his chest. with ryker still held gently by the chin, beetle’s other hand shifted from its secure place around their waist. he moved slowly, deliberately, until his fingers found the edge of the mask that always obscured his face. it was a second layer, something that separated him from everyone else, a boundary he kept firmly in place.

the mask came loose with a quiet click, and beetle’s breath hitched as he carefully lifted it away. for a heartbeat, he felt exposed—vulnerable in a way he rarely let himself be—but the way ryker looked at him, their expression soft and open, washed away every ounce of doubt. he set the mask aside without breaking eye contact, the cool air brushing against his bare skin, making every sensation feel sharp and vivid.

ryker’s gaze was steady, and for a moment, beetle wondered if they’d pull away, if they’d shift uncomfortably now that they could see all of him. but ryker didn’t flinch. if anything, their expression melted even more, eyes warm and filled with a kind of wonder that made beetle’s chest tighten.

he gently lifted ryker’s chin higher, his fingers still cupping their jaw as he leaned in closer. beetle’s breath mingled with ryker’s, their faces so close now he could feel the warmth radiating from ryker’s skin. time seemed to slow, every second stretching out endlessly. beetle’s gaze dropped briefly to ryker’s lips before flicking back up to their eyes, seeking any sign that this was too much, that ryker wanted him to stop.

but all he saw was acceptance. and something else, something soft and unguarded, that pulled him in like gravity.

“ryker,” he breathed softly, his voice barely audible. and then, without giving either of them a chance to second-guess, beetle closed the distance, leaning down to press his lips against theirs.

the kiss was tentative at first, gentle and slow, as if beetle were afraid ryker might shatter under his touch. but the moment their lips met, he felt everything else disappear, the room around them, the lingering fatigue in ryker’s gaze, all that was left was the warmth of ryker’s lips, the softness of their breath, and the quiet hum of something beautiful and fragile.

he felt ryker’s body relax even more, their lips parting slightly under his, responding in a way that made beetle’s heart stutter. his hand on their chin shifted, sliding up to cradle ryker’s cheek, while his other arm returned to its place around their waist, holding them securely against him.

the kiss deepened by the smallest fraction, beetle’s thumb brushing tenderly along ryker’s cheekbone as he poured everything he couldn’t say into the soft press of his lips. he tried to convey everything he felt, the gratitude, the care, the way ryker made him feel so startlingly alive. it was a kiss full of promise.

and when he finally pulled back, just enough to break the kiss but not the contact between them, beetle’s eyes stayed locked on ryker’s. his thumb stroked along their jaw in a soothing motion, his breathing uneven, heart pounding in his chest.

his thumb brushed slowly over their bottom lip, eyes half-lidded as he watched the way ryker’s mouth parted slightly under his touch. the corner of his lips quirked into a faint smile, something almost teasing but edged with something darker, something deeper.

“you look pretty like this, you know?” he said, his tone light but tinged with sincerity. his words were followed by a quiet laugh, low and almost breathless, as if even speaking was stirring something inside him. ryker’s breath hitched, their chest rising and falling a bit quicker now, and beetle felt it—felt every little reaction, every soft tremble that passed through them.

“i’d love to do more than just kiss you, darling,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, the endearment rolling off his tongue like honey. his thumb lingered at the corner of ryker’s mouth, pressing lightly before sliding along their bottom lip again, tracing the shape of it slowly, almost reverently. his eyes followed the movement, his gaze dark and intent, drinking in every detail.

ryker’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, their eyes wide and staring up at him with something caught between surprise and desire. beetle felt heat coil low in his stomach at that look, at the way ryker seemed so caught off guard but didn’t pull away. they stayed right there, perched on his lap, eyes locked on his as if they couldn’t look anywhere else.

“but…” beetle’s voice softened, his thumb pausing in its movement as he leaned in closer, his forehead nearly brushing against ryker’s. “we can take our time.” his lips hovered just above ryker’s, the words a featherlight whisper between them. “if that’s what you want.”

his gaze searched ryker’s, eyes softening even as his grip remained firm, thumb still resting against their lip. he could feel ryker’s shallow breaths against his skin, could see the way their eyes flickered with uncertainty and something else, something that made beetle’s pulse quicken.

“you have no idea how much i want to see you like this… to have you like this,” beetle continued, his words slow and deliberate, each one a careful confession. his fingers tightened slightly at their waist, drawing ryker closer until there was no space left between them. “but only if you want it too.”

ryker’s lips parted under his thumb, a soft, shaky breath escaping them, and beetle felt his own resolve waver. they looked so vulnerable like this, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from the kiss, eyes still wide and locked on him as if beetle was the only thing in the world they could see. beetle’s heart ached with it, the depth of his feelings overwhelming, nearly suffocating.

he leaned in again, brushing his nose lightly against ryker’s, his lips hovering just a whisper away. “just say the word,” he murmured softly, his voice barely more than a breath against ryker’s mouth. “and i’ll stop. but if you don’t…”

he let the sentence trail off, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark, every inch of his body thrumming with barely restrained need. his thumb pressed a bit more firmly against ryker’s lip, as if he couldn’t help himself, as if he needed to feel more, just a little more.

“if you don’t,” he repeated, his voice a low, hungry growl now, “then i’m not stopping”

ryker’s breath caught, eyes wide as beetle’s words washed over them, each one sending a shiver racing down their spine. their heart hammered in their chest, loud enough that they were sure beetle could hear it. every inch of their body felt like it was on fire, awareness sparking wherever beetle touched. the feeling of his thumb against their lip was almost overwhelming, a stark reminder of just how close they were, of everything beetle was offering—and it made ryker’s pulse stutter, nerves fluttering wildly.

“i—” ryker’s voice came out small, barely more than a whisper, and they felt a flush creep up their neck, burning their cheeks a deep crimson. they couldn’t seem to look away from beetle’s gaze, dark and intent, filled with a heat that made their skin prickle. beetle had never looked at them like this before—not with this much intensity, this much raw want—and ryker felt like they were unraveling under the weight of it.

“i… i’ve never… done anything like this,” ryker finally managed to stammer, the admission leaving them feeling exposed, vulnerable in a way that made their chest tighten. they were still perched on beetle’s lap, every inch of their body pressed against his, and the reality of just how close they were hit ryker all at once, stealing their breath.

beetle’s expression shifted at the words, the predatory gleam in his eyes softening almost immediately, replaced by something gentler, more careful. his thumb froze against ryker’s lip, his hold on their waist loosening ever so slightly. “hey,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “it’s okay.” the words were soft, a promise, and beetle leaned back just enough to give ryker some space, though his gaze never wavered.

ryker swallowed, the knot of nerves in their stomach tightening even further as beetle’s gaze bore into them, full of unspoken questions and careful patience. “i… i don’t really know… what to do,” they admitted, their voice trembling. the fear of messing up, of disappointing beetle, clawed at the back of their mind, making their hands tremble where they rested lightly against his chest.

“you don’t have to do anything, ryker.” beetle’s voice was impossibly soft, a gentle murmur that seemed to wrap around ryker, easing some of the tension in their shoulders. he lifted his hand from their chin, sliding his fingers down to cradle the side of ryker’s neck, his thumb brushing soothing circles into their skin. “just… breathe, okay?” his gaze softened even more, the intensity dimming as he looked at them with nothing but warmth and care.

ryker’s breath hitched, their chest heaving slightly as they tried to follow beetle’s instructions. beetle was looking at them so intently, his thumb tracing lazy patterns along the side of their neck, and ryker’s head felt like it was spinning. “but… you said—” they started, voice wavering, but beetle shook his head gently, silencing them with a soft, patient smile.

“i said i’d love to do more than kiss you,” beetle murmured, leaning in just enough to brush his lips lightly against ryker’s forehead. the touch was featherlight, more comforting than anything else. “but only if you’re ready, darling.” he let his lips linger there for a moment, breathing in the scent of ryker’s hair before pulling back slightly, just enough to meet their gaze again.

“if you’re not… if this is too much,” he continued quietly, his fingers slipping from ryker’s waist to lace with theirs, giving their trembling hands a gentle squeeze, “we stop. right here.” his eyes searched ryker’s, filled with nothing but sincerity and patience. “we go slow. as slow as you need. because you being comfortable means more to me than anything else.”

ryker’s eyes widened at that, something in their chest loosening at the sincerity in beetle’s gaze, at the way he held their hands so gently, as if he’d let go the moment ryker asked him to. their nerves were still there, a chaotic mess of fear and uncertainty, but the way beetle was looking at them—with so much care, so much patience—made it easier to breathe. beetle wasn’t pushing them. he wasn’t frustrated or disappointed. he was just… waiting. letting ryker set the pace.

“i…” ryker licked their lips, hesitating. the want was still there, thrumming under their skin, and the way beetle’s fingers brushed against theirs, his touch gentle and grounding, made their heart stutter. “i want… to keep going,” they whispered, cheeks flushing even deeper as the words left them, shy and unsure. “but… slow. i… i want to feel close to you, but i’m just… nervous.”

beetle’s eyes softened even more, and he let out a soft, relieved breath, the tension in his shoulders easing. “that’s okay,” he murmured, his lips quirking into a gentle, understanding smile. “we can go as slow as you need, ryker.” his thumb stroked soothingly along the back of ryker’s hand, grounding and warm. “i’m right here. i’ve got you.”

he leaned in then, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to ryker’s temple, his breath warm against their skin. “you’re safe with me,” beetle whispered, the words barely more than a breath against their ear. “we’ll take this one step at a time, darling. just you and me.”

ryker shivered, their nerves still fluttering, but there was a warmth there too now—something that made them feel steadier, more sure. beetle’s words, his touch, the way he was looking at them with nothing but patience and affection—it made ryker believe that maybe… maybe they could do this. maybe it was okay to take this step. to trust beetle. to just… be with him.

beetle’s eyes stayed locked on ryker’s, a flicker of something darker sparking in his gaze as ryker’s breath steadied just a fraction, the tension in their shoulders easing ever so slightly. the corner of his mouth twitched up into a small, reassuring smile, his thumb stroking once more along their cheek before his hand moved. the gentle touch slipped from ryker’s face, trailing down slowly to rest lightly on their hip, holding them steady.

and then he leaned in, closing the space between them, capturing ryker’s lips in another kiss, deeper this time, but still achingly gentle. his mouth moved against theirs slowly, savoring the feeling, giving ryker the chance to pull away if they needed to. but ryker didn’t pull away. instead, they leaned into him, their lips parting hesitantly under his, a soft, needy sound escaping the back of their throat that made beetle’s grip tighten.

encouraged, beetle let his hand slip lower, sliding from ryker’s hip to rest at the small of their back, pulling them closer until ryker was pressed firmly against his chest. the kiss deepened, beetle’s lips parting as his tongue brushed teasingly along the seam of ryker’s mouth, seeking entrance. ryker’s breath hitched, and then, slowly, almost shyly, they parted their lips further, letting beetle in.

a low sound rumbled in beetle’s chest as he took advantage of the opening, his tongue sliding past ryker’s lips, tasting them, exploring slowly. his free hand, the one still resting lightly at ryker’s waist, shifted, his fingers flexing as if he were restraining himself. then, with a soft, almost tentative touch, he let it slip under ryker’s shirt.

the fabric bunched up slightly as his fingers brushed against ryker’s bare skin, and ryker gasped into his mouth, their body jolting at the unexpected sensation. beetle paused immediately, his fingers stilling against ryker’s side, his gaze flicking up to meet theirs, searching their face for any sign of discomfort. but ryker didn’t pull away. if anything, they seemed to shudder, their breath coming quicker now, their hands gripping the front of beetle’s shirt like they were afraid of falling.

“is this okay?” beetle breathed against ryker’s lips, his voice a low rasp. he stayed perfectly still, the heat of his palm warming ryker’s skin, waiting for their response.

ryker nodded quickly, their eyes fluttering shut, cheeks burning a deep crimson. “y-yeah,” they whispered, voice breathless and trembling. “it’s… it’s okay.” their words were soft but sure, and beetle felt something tighten in his chest at the trust laced through every syllable.

“okay,” he murmured back, his voice almost reverent, his breath fanning over ryker’s lips. “just… tell me if you need me to stop.”

and then his hand moved again, slowly, carefully, sliding higher under ryker’s shirt. his fingers traced the lines of ryker’s ribs, feeling the way they shivered under his touch, every muscle tensing and relaxing as his hand traveled upward. beetle kept the kiss steady, deep but unhurried, giving ryker something to focus on as his hand inched closer and closer to their chest.

when his fingers finally brushed against the sensitive skin just below ryker’s collarbone, he heard them gasp again, the sound high and breathless, and beetle swallowed hard, his own pulse racing. his hand lingered there for a moment, testing, before he shifted his touch lower, his palm finally pressing against ryker’s chest, feeling the rapid thrum of their heartbeat under his fingertips.

ryker made a soft, almost whimpering sound into the kiss, and beetle’s heart stuttered at the noise, his breath catching. he let his hand splay out, feeling the rise and fall of ryker’s chest, the way their breath hitched under his touch, the slight tremble that seemed to pass through them every time his fingers moved.

“god,” beetle breathed against their lips, breaking the kiss just enough to speak, his voice rough and strained. “you’re so sensitive… it’s driving me crazy.” he swallowed hard, eyes dark as they roamed over ryker’s flushed face, the sight making his chest tighten. “i want to touch you everywhere, darling,” he murmured, his fingers tracing soft, slow circles against ryker’s skin. “make you feel good. show you just how beautiful you are.”

ryker’s eyes fluttered open at that, wide and dazed, their chest heaving as they stared up at beetle with something that looked dangerously close to awe. “b-beetle,” they breathed, the sound of his name on their lips sending a bolt of heat straight through him.

“yeah, sweetheart?” beetle whispered, his gaze never leaving theirs as he shifted his hand again, sliding it even higher, feeling the way ryker arched into his touch, their body reacting instinctively despite their nerves.

“i… i—” ryker’s voice faltered, their words catching in their throat as beetle’s fingers brushed over a particularly sensitive spot, and their breath hitched, a soft moan slipping out before they could stop it.

he felt his control waver, something deep and primal urging him to push further, to coax more of those sweet, breathless noises from ryker’s lips. but he held himself back, forcing his touch to stay slow and gentle, even as every inch of his body screamed to do more.

“it’s okay,” beetle murmured, his lips brushing lightly over ryker’s cheek, his breath hot against their skin. “just let go, ryker. let me take care of you.”

his hand continued its slow exploration, mapping out every inch of ryker’s chest, every soft curve and dip, memorizing the feel of them under his fingertips. he could feel ryker’s pulse thrumming wildly, their skin warm and flushed, and the knowledge that he was the one making them feel like this, that he was the reason ryker was trembling in his arms, sent a heady rush of possessive satisfaction through him.

“you’re doing so good, darling,” beetle whispered, his voice a low, soothing murmur as his hand finally came to rest over ryker’s racing heart. “just keep breathing. i’ve got you.”

beetle’s hands were firm yet gentle as they slid around ryker’s waist, fingers splaying against their back. he shifted his weight, leaning in closer, feeling the way ryker’s breath hitched, their body going tense beneath his touch. with one smooth motion, he gripped them securely and lifted them, handling ryker as if they weighed nothing, his strength evident in the ease with which he moved.

“i’ve got you,” he murmured softly, his voice a low, reassuring rumble as he shifted ryker’s position. in one fluid movement, beetle laid ryker back against the cushions, guiding them down gently, careful not to jostle them too much. his gaze never left ryker’s, watching every flicker of emotion in their wide, flushed face as he moved, making sure they were okay. he settled himself above them, his larger frame casting a shadow over ryker’s smaller, trembling form, caging them in but without a hint of malice, only careful, steady intention.

“just relax,” beetle whispered, his breath ghosting over ryker’s lips, his face inches away. his hands stayed firm at their waist for a moment, holding them steady as he took in the sight below him, the way ryker’s chest rose and fell rapidly, their eyes wide and filled with a mix of nerves and something deeper, something that made beetle’s heart clench.

“you look beautiful like this,” he breathed, his voice rough and low, the words slipping out almost unconsciously. ryker’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, their gaze darting away, but beetle just chuckled softly, the sound dark and pleased. “no, look at me, darling,” he murmured, one hand sliding up to gently cup their chin, tilting ryker’s face back up to meet his gaze. “keep your eyes on me.”

his other hand moved then, sliding down slowly from ryker’s waist, fingertips brushing lightly over their hip before dipping lower, catching on the waistband of their pants. ryker’s breath caught, their whole body going rigid, and beetle felt a rush of heat at the sight, the way ryker trembled beneath him, caught somewhere between nervous anticipation and raw want.

“shh, it’s okay,” beetle murmured, his voice a soothing hum as he leaned in closer, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to ryker’s temple. “just trust me.” his fingers hooked under the fabric, tugging gently. the motion was unhurried, deliberate, giving ryker plenty of time to stop him, to say something—anything—but ryker stayed still, their breaths coming in shallow, uneven gasps.

with a soft, almost reverent touch, beetle began to peel the fabric away, sliding ryker’s pants down their hips, exposing more of their bare skin to the cool air. he could feel the way ryker’s muscles tensed, the way they squirmed ever so slightly under him, and beetle paused, his gaze flicking up to meet theirs.

“still with me?” he asked softly, his voice gentle, eyes searching theirs intently.

ryker nodded, their cheeks burning, eyes still wide and almost overwhelmed. “y-yeah,” they whispered, their voice barely more than a breath, but beetle heard the truth in it, the trust, the shy, nervous want that made his chest tighten almost painfully.

“good,” he murmured, a small, approving smile tugging at his lips. “just breathe, ryker.” and then, slowly, carefully, he slid the fabric the rest of the way down, tugging their pants and boxers off in one smooth motion, leaving ryker completely bare beneath him.

beetle’s gaze roamed over them, taking in every inch of exposed skin with a dark, hungry intensity that made ryker shiver. he set the discarded clothing aside without looking away, his eyes trailing over ryker’s flushed body, lingering on the curve of their hips, the soft lines of their thighs, the way they squirmed slightly under his gaze, their hands twitching at their sides as if they didn’t know what to do with them.

“you’re perfect,” beetle whispered, his voice low and rough, filled with a raw, aching reverence that made ryker’s heart skip a beat. he leaned in, his larger frame pressing down gently against theirs, his hand sliding up to rest against their bare hip, his thumb brushing soothing circles into their skin. “every inch of you… so perfect.”

ryker’s breath came quicker now, their chest heaving as beetle’s touch moved slowly, trailing up from their hip to skim along their side, fingers mapping out the lines of their body as if he were memorizing them. he shifted his weight, leaning down until his lips hovered just above ryker’s, their breaths mingling, the heat of beetle’s body radiating against ryker’s bare skin.

“so sensitive,” beetle murmured, his lips ghosting over ryker’s cheek as his hand slid lower again, tracing the curve of their waist, fingers pressing just hard enough to make ryker gasp softly. “do you know how beautiful you look like this? spread out for me, trembling… you’re driving me crazy, darling.”

ryker whimpered softly, the sound high and breathless, and beetle’s eyes darkened, his gaze sharpening as he watched them, drinking in every little reaction, every soft sound. “it’s okay to feel nervous,” beetle whispered, his voice a low, soothing murmur as his fingers brushed lightly along ryker’s thigh, teasing. “i want to take my time with you… make you feel good, make you want this.”

his hand shifted again, sliding up ryker’s thigh, the touch still featherlight, almost teasing. “tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against ryker’s ear, sending a shiver racing down their spine. “if you want me to stop, just say the word.”

ryker’s eyes fluttered shut, their breath hitching as beetle’s hand continued its slow exploration, every inch of their bare skin tingling under his touch. “i… i won’t,” they whispered, voice trembling but steady, and beetle’s heart clenched at the soft, fragile determination in their voice.

“good,” he breathed, a small, pleased smile tugging at his lips. he shifted again, his body pressing down more firmly against ryker’s, his gaze never leaving their face. “because i’m not stopping until i’ve shown you just how much you mean to me, ryker.”

his hand slid higher, brushing against the inside of ryker’s thigh, and ryker’s breath stuttered, their whole body going taut with anticipation. beetle’s gaze darkened, a low, satisfied hum rumbling in his chest as he leaned in, his lips brushing against ryker’s in a slow, lingering kiss that left them breathless.

“just let me take care of you,” he whispered softly against their mouth, his hand moving again, trailing up slowly, teasingly, until ryker was trembling beneath him, their breaths coming in soft, broken gasps. “i promise, you’ll love every second of it.”

beetle’s hand lingered, teasing the soft skin of ryker’s thigh, fingertips tracing the delicate lines there, the heat of his touch making ryker’s breath falter. every movement beetle made was slow, deliberate, and impossibly gentle, as if he was savoring each moment, each new reaction he drew from ryker’s trembling body. he leaned down again, brushing his lips over ryker’s jaw, a featherlight kiss that sent shivers racing down their spine.

“you’re so adorable” beetle whispered, his voice low and gravelly, the words a soft murmur against ryker’s skin. his breath was warm, sending little sparks of electricity where it touched, making ryker squirm slightly beneath him. “i love how you react to me… how sensitive you are.” his lips followed the curve of ryker’s neck, pressing gentle, lingering kisses there, each one slow and unhurried, making ryker’s chest heave as they tried to catch their breath.

ryker’s mind was swimming, lost in the overwhelming sensations, in the way beetle’s hands and lips seemed to be everywhere all at once. every inch of their body felt alight, a mix of nerves and want coursing through them, tightening in their chest and settling like a heavy weight low in their stomach. they didn’t know what to do with their hands, fingers twitching slightly at their sides, wanting to reach out, to hold onto beetle, but unsure, hesitant.

beetle seemed to notice. his eyes flicked up, meeting ryker’s wide, dazed gaze for a moment before he chuckled softly. “you can touch me, you know,” he murmured, his lips quirking into a soft, teasing smile. “i won’t bite… unless you ask nicely.” the teasing edge in his voice made ryker’s face flush even more, heat rising to their cheeks as they hesitantly raised their trembling hands, fingers brushing lightly against beetle’s chest.

the feeling of ryker’s hands on him, tentative and unsure but full of a desperate need to connect, sent a rush of warmth through beetle, a slow burn that settled deep in his core. he shifted, moving one hand to cover ryker’s, guiding their touch until their palm was pressed flat against his chest, over his heart.

“see?” beetle whispered, his voice soft as he looked down at them. “i’m right here, ryker. i want you to feel me.” his other hand, still resting on ryker’s thigh, slid higher, brushing dangerously close to their dick, and ryker’s breath hitched sharply, their body jerking slightly in response. beetle chuckled again, low and deep, the sound sending a thrill through ryker’s already overstimulated body.

“you’re so responsive,” he murmured, his voice full of quiet awe as he looked down at them, his gaze intense and dark with desire. “it’s driving me wild.” his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of ryker’s thigh, his grip firm but not painful, just enough to anchor them, to keep them grounded as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above ryker’s once more. “i want to hear more of those pretty sounds you make.”

he kissed them again, deeper this time, more insistent, his tongue slipping past ryker’s parted lips to explore their mouth. the kiss was hot, overwhelming, and ryker moaned softly into it, their fingers clutching at beetle’s shirt now, holding onto him as if they were afraid they might float away. beetle groaned in response, the sound vibrating against ryker’s lips as he deepened the kiss further, his body pressing down more firmly against theirs.

and then beetle’s hand finally moved, sliding up higher, brushing over ryker’s most sensitive spot, and they gasped sharply into his mouth, their entire body tensing at the sudden rush of sensation. beetle broke the kiss just enough to watch their reaction, his eyes dark and hungry as he took in the sight of ryker trembling beneath him, their chest rising and falling rapidly, their lips parted in a soft, breathless moan.

“god, ryker,” beetle breathed, his voice rough and strained. “you’re perfect like this… so beautiful. i could watch you all night.”

his fingers moved again, more deliberate this time, pressing softly against ryker’s dick, and they cried out, their back arching off the cushions as a wave of pleasure crashed over them. beetle’s name fell from their lips, broken and breathless, and beetle groaned, his own breath coming quicker now as he watched ryker unravel beneath him, completely at his mercy.

“that’s it,” beetle whispered, his voice low and encouraging, his lips brushing over ryker’s ear as his hand continued its slow, deliberate movements. “let go for me, darling. i want to feel you fall apart.”

beetle’s fingers worked with a steady, deliberate rhythm, his touch careful but insistent as he explored every sensitive part of ryker’s trembling body. each small movement sent jolts of pleasure racing through them, pulling soft, breathless gasps and whimpers from their lips that only spurred beetle on further. he watched them closely, his dark eyes drinking in every little reaction, the way ryker’s chest heaved, their back arching off the cushions, their hands clutching desperately at his shirt as if they were trying to ground themselves.

“you sound so sweet,” beetle murmured against their skin, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. his lips brushed along the curve of ryker’s neck, planting soft kisses there as his free hand slid back down, resting on their waist to hold them steady. “every little sound you make... it’s driving me crazy, ryker.” his breath was hot against their skin, sending shivers through them with every word.

ryker’s mind was spinning, the overwhelming sensation of beetle’s touch, his lips, his words, all blending together in a dizzying rush that left them breathless and trembling beneath him. they couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything but the way beetle’s hand was moving, teasing, coaxing more and more pleasure from them with every passing second. it was too much and not enough all at once, and they couldn’t stop the soft moan that slipped past their lips, their body reacting instinctively to the intensity of it all.

“beetle—” ryker gasped, their voice breaking on his name, and beetle groaned in response, his eyes flicking up to meet theirs, dark with need.

“yeah, sweetheart?” he breathed, his lips grazing ryker’s jaw as he spoke, the words sending a warm rush of heat through their already burning body. “you want more?” his hand slowed slightly, teasing them, drawing out the moment as he watched them intently, waiting for their answer.

ryker nodded quickly, their breaths coming in shallow gasps, their heart pounding in their chest as they stared up at beetle with wide, pleading eyes. “please…” they whispered, their voice barely more than a breath, but it was enough. beetle’s eyes darkened further, a low, pleased hum rumbling in his chest at the sound of ryker’s soft, desperate plea.

“that’s all i needed to hear,” beetle murmured, his voice soft but full of promise as his hand began to move again, this time with more purpose, more intent. he shifted slightly, his body pressing down more firmly against ryker’s, his larger frame enveloping them as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against their ear.

“you’re doing so well, ryker,” beetle whispered, his lips brushing over their ear as he spoke, sending shivers racing down their spine. “i’m gonna take care of you, just like i promised. i want you to let go for me, alright? just let me take control. i’ve got you.”

his words wrapped around ryker like a warm, steadying embrace, grounding them in the overwhelming storm of sensation that was building in their body. their mind was spinning, every nerve alight with the heat of beetle’s touch, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in their core, threatening to snap at any moment.

beetle could feel the way ryker’s body responded to him, the way they tensed and trembled beneath him, their breath hitching with every deliberate stroke of his fingers. he could see how close they were, how the tension was building to a breaking point, and the thought sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through him, making his own pulse race.

"you’re so close," beetle whispered, his breath hot against ryker's ear, a low, teasing laugh escaping his lips. "and i haven’t even done anything major to you yet." he slowly drew one of his hands away from ryker’s trembling body, relishing the way their breath hitched in anticipation. 

beetle’s eyes darkened with desire as his fingers trailed down to his own waistband, slipping beneath the fabric. he let his pants slide halfway down his hips, just enough for his erection to spring free, the sight drawing ryker's gaze. beetle tilted his head, watching them closely. 

"do you like what you see?" he asked, voice dripping with amusement, his tone possessive. 

ryker could only let out a shaky exhale, their body already overwhelmed by the tension beetle had built between them. he smirked at their reaction, his hand guiding his dick, teasingly brushing the tip along ryker's entrance. beetle savored the way their body responded, trembling, so eager and needy.

"i don’t care how many times you come from this, virgin or not," beetle growled, voice low and demanding, "i want satisfaction out of this as well." with one swift motion, he pushed himself inside of ryker, the sudden intrusion drawing a sharp gasp from them.

he didn’t stop to let them adjust, instead beginning a slow, deliberate pace, every thrust calculated, every movement meant to remind them that beetle was in control, though it was ryker's first time doing anything like this, they knew that they weren't really in control of anything that was going to happen to them.

beetle's grip tightened on ryker's hips as he pushed deeper, drawing a choked sound from ryker’s throat. his eyes flickered with hunger as he watched their body arch, every inch of skin flushed and trembling beneath his touch. the air between them felt heavy, charged with a raw, electric tension that seemed to build with every slow thrust. beetle kept his pace agonizingly measured, each movement purposeful, as if testing ryker’s limits.

"you feel so good around me," he breathed, his voice low, almost a growl. his words sent a shiver down ryker’s spine, their body clenching around him in response. beetle chuckled darkly at the reaction, one hand slipping around to grip ryker’s throat gently, tilting their head back so he could see the way their lips parted with every shaky breath. 

"look at you," beetle murmured, his lips brushing against their ear. "you’re falling apart, and we’ve barely even started, sweetie." he let one of his hands wrap around rykers neck his fingers tightened just slightly around their neck, enough to make ryker’s pulse quicken beneath his hand. he loved the way their body reacted to him, so sensitive, so eager for more.

he increased his pace, thrusts becoming harder, more insistent, filling the room with the sound of skin meeting skin. ryker’s hands clawed at the couch beneath them, their body pressing back into him, lost in the sensation. beetle's other hand wandered, tracing the curve of ryker’s waist.

"tell me how much you want it," beetle whispered, his voice commanding, demanding their submission.

"i want to hear you beg."

beetle's fingers danced over ryker's skin with a maddening precision, teasing them closer to the edge, yet never fully allowing them release. each thrust was more forceful than the last, the sharp, deliberate motions pushing ryker’s body to its limit, making them bleed. every sensation intensified as beetle’s voice, low and husky, rumbled in ryker’s ear.

"you’re so tight, god, i forgot what it's like to fuck someone who's never been fucked before," beetle groaned, his lips grazing their neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses along their skin. "i can feel how much you want this, how your body reacts to me." he pressed deeper, drawing a guttural moan from ryker, who could barely form words in response. their body shook with every thrust, overwhelmed by the relentless pace beetle set.

ryker’s nails dug into the couch, their knuckles turning white as they struggled to ground themselves in the intensity of the moment. beetle’s hand around their throat tightened ever so slightly, asserting his dominance between the two of them, controlling the rhythm of their breaths, each shallow inhale laced with need. his other hand continued its slow, torturous motions between their legs, pushing them to the brink, then cruelly pulling back.

"tell me, ryker," beetle’s voice dripped with dark amusement, "do you want more?" he increased the pressure, his thumb flicking over their most sensitive spot, making ryker’s breath hitch sharply. "do you need it?"

ryker's voice came out as a desperate whisper, almost a plea, their mind clouded with a burning desire for release. "please…"

beetle’s smirk deepened, savoring the sound of ryker’s shaky voice. "is that all you’ve got?" he chuckled, slowing his pace slightly, keeping them right on the edge, just out of reach. "i need more than that. beg for it."

ryker’s body trembled beneath him, their breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as they tried to speak. "please, beetle," they whimpered, their voice breaking with desperation, "please… i need you… i can’t take it anymore."

satisfied with their plea, beetle gripped ryker's hips even tighter, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, pushing them both toward the inevitable. the room was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, beetle’s low groans mingling with ryker’s soft, breathless moans.

"that’s better," beetle growled, his voice rough with satisfaction. "don’t stop. i want to hear everything, i love the way that you sound, and oh, how i adore the way your tight, the way you clench around me, good, fuck you're so good"

beetle’s growl reverberated through the air as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against ryker’s neck, his teeth grazing their skin in a barely restrained bite. ryker’s body shuddered beneath him, overwhelmed by the combination of pleasure and control beetle wielded so effortlessly. knuckles paling as they struggled to stay grounded, though every nerve in their body was on fire.

"you're taking me so well, fuck," beetle muttered, his voice husky, rough, as his grip on their hips became bruising. his fingers dug into their skin, grounding himself in the sensation of ryker’s body trembling against his. he set a relentless pace, thrusting into them harder, faster, each movement more demanding than the last. the sound of their desperate moans filled the room, a perfect harmony to the rough slap of skin against skin. 

ryker’s world had narrowed to nothing but beetle, the sharp pull of his fingers on their waist, the heat of his breath against their ear, the way his body pressed into theirs, unrelenting. each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through them, threatening to pull them under completely. their mind was hazy, clouded with nothing but the overwhelming need for release, and the desperate desire to please him.

"don’t hold back on me," beetle rasped, his voice thick with arousal, his lips brushing against the shell of ryker’s ear. "i want to feel you break." his words were commanding, laced with the promise of more, of everything ryker craved but couldn’t yet ask for. 

beetle’s hand slipped down their body again, beetle brought his hand to ryker's dick, stroking them, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, dragging them closer to the edge. ryker gasped, their whole body trembling with need, their mind too clouded to think, too lost in the sensations he was forcing upon them.

"that’s it," beetle murmured, his voice soft and possessive, "i can feel you—so close." his lips brushed against their neck again, this time biting down just enough to make ryker arch into him, their body tensing. "i want you to come for me."

the words sent a shockwave through ryker, their entire body tightening as pleasure surged through them, overwhelming and blinding. their voice broke into a desperate cry, hands clawing as they gave into the release. beetle groaned deeply, feeling ryker’s body convulse around him, driving him over the edge as well. 

he thrust deep one last time, groaning in satisfaction as he spilled inside them, his grip on their hips loosening as he rode out the final waves of pleasure. both of them were left breathless, the air between them thick and heavy, bodies trembling and spent. beetle leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to ryker’s shoulder, a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before.

"you did well," beetle murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender, though the possessiveness still lingered in his tone. "so perfect, sweetheart."

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