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Washing your face with your hands, you stare at yourself in the mirror hanging above the sink. Your eyes were clearly glossed with need, still jittery and hyped up with adrenaline from your shenanigans with Sigma earlier.
You had tried to get off, but even the thoughts of him weren’t enough to bring you to the euphoria you would get from him actually being here. Walking out of the bathroom into the rest of your dorm, you’re slapped with the smell of the linen candle, burning to drown out the smell of sex that still reeks on you.
Sighing, you strip down to get changed into pajamas, figuring you might as all call it a night. However, as you’re pulling down your shirt, a sharp, heavy knock at the door startles you. Groaning, imagining the worse, you call out, “One second!” hurriedly fixing your clothes and making sure they look presentable enough for what they are, you make your way to the door with grumbles of detest.
There lies the pleasant surprise of Sigma as you open the door, eyes flickering up to him as your mouth hangs agape, not expecting him at this hour. Your body immediately flares up, screaming at you to do unholy things to him right then and there. You flush and shift on your feet, uncomfortable in the best way possible.
“I hope this isn’t a bad time,” he says with a long face, worried to have bothered you.
“Not at all,” you say, giving a small, shy smile, “Hi,” you greet properly.
He returns the smile with glee, “Hello,” he glances behind you, eyes wandering, “May I come in?”
You step aside immediately, giving him the space he needs to step past you, “Of course,” with permission gained, he shuffles past you as you shut the door behind him. You watch as he scans your room, taking in its exterior. He takes a long inhale, savoring the smell of the candle.
“Do you enjoy burning candles?” he asks, trying to strike up a conversation.
You hum, going over to your bed to fix the blanket to look more presenting, though you did hope he was here to mess it up some more, “Yes, I do. They help calm and relax me,” even though that was not the reason you were burning it now.
He falls silent after some time, just lost in the dancing flame of the candle; the red glow reflecting in his eyes. He sighs, glancing at you, “I wish to return the favor,” he states, taking short steps until he’s right in front of you.
Your body is screaming yes at his proposal, but you want to stay respectful of him, “No, you don’t have to. Please don’t ever feel like you’re obligated to repay me, especially for something like sex,” you explain with a soft voice.
He’s shaking his head, cheeks already beginning to flush, “It’s not just that either, it’s..” he pauses, huffing as he speaks in a quiet voice, “I find myself considerably needy, even still…” a large hand raising to rub gently at your cheek. Your eyes flash down to his crotch for a heartbeat just for a peek, and you find yourself clamping your legs together in your own desire.
Chuckling, your eyes meet his again, “Who knew an old man like yourself would be such a horndog,” you joke . He seems a tad hurt by the comment, a frown forming on his face.
You’re about to apologize, but he continues, “Nobody has touched me this way in years…please forgive me for I may be a ‘horndog’ for these next few days to come,” he says, voice becoming more gruff.
“I’m still young and energetic. As long as you don’t bust so hard you have a heart attack, I can keep up,” you continue with the jokes, trying to touch a nerve in just the right way that he gets rough with you. His hand at your cheek falls to your hip, squeezing slightly.
His eyebrow twitches, “Tease me about my age all you like, you still were the one who..” he clears his throat, the vulgar language still unusual and out of his comfort zone for him, “The one who gave me a handjob,” he finishes, trying hard not to express his embarrassment.
Your smirk grows, hand coming to rub up his chest, “Even if I was, you were the one begging for it like a dog; not me,” you taunt.
His face stays stiff, trying to keep his dominance in this exchange, “Not yet you aren’t,”
This piques your interest as you lean closer to him, bodies almost touching, “That so? Well, your hands would probably have me screaming more than my own did an hour ago,” you say with a small laugh. This causes him to stutter, facade breaking just a little as his pale face goes red, “Do you want to know which one?” you ask.
“Wh-Which one what?” he stammers, struggling to hold eye contact with you.
You lower your voice, but making sure it’s just loud enough for him to hear, “Which hand I fucked myself with while thinking about you,” you lean in enough so that you can grind yourself against his leg, making both his muscles and his clothed cock stiffen up, “The right one,” you continue, scratching up his sides with your nails, “The same one I used to jerk you off,”
He holds his breath, squeezing at your hip with more force than he probably intended, making your eyes squint a bit in pain, “Enough,” he says as he lifts you up, catching you off guard as he quite literally throws you onto your bed. You crawl back on the bed, giving him space as he leans on it with one knee, unintentionally giving you a great view of his hard on, “I intend to make this about you, no matter how you may try to influence it with your words,”
You scoff, upset that he’s trying to deny you control, but excited to see what he does nonetheless, “Fine,” you say with a sulk, “But you better let me ride you at least once. It’s all I could think about since you let me up on your lap,”
“Of course,” he leans in, hands rubbing gentle circles at your sides, “But I have things I want to do to you myself. Patience,” you spread your legs, giving him room as he crawls over your body, kissing you gently as his hands wander up your shirt, prodding at your bra-less chest. His lips leave your mouth to kiss around the corner of it down to your jawline, all the while playing with your nipples. You begin to squirm beneath him, growing impatient at his slow pace, “What’s the matter?” he asks.
“Nothing is, just…you go so slow,” you whine, trying to slip your shirt off, but his hands are in the way by holding you down, keeping you from being able to lift it fully off of you. You did, however, give him a good view of your chest.
He flushes, dismissing your complaints, “As I said; patience,” he does decide to help you out of your shirt, leaving your top bare.
“Is it an old man thing to take it slow? Because I’d rather you just fuck my brains out,” you rashly say, hoping to get him moving more.
He grunts, “And you call me the horndog,” you fall silent, mouth hanging open as you struggle to retort. His face leans down, peppering your chest with kissing as his fingers rub around tenderly at your stomach, “I promise you that you’ll feel good soon, my dear,” he nips slightly at the skin, making your breath hitch.
“It’s not that I don’t feel good right now, its…” you sigh, “It’s that I am a horndog,” he chuckles into your skin as his lips take a nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently as a hand comes to play with the other one. You arch into him, groaning as he bites down on the one. His other hand wanders down, palming at your clothed clit. You jolt at the sudden contact down there, letting out a breathy moan of relief, melting into his touch. He prods at it a few more times, mouth releasing your nipple with a pop, backing up to examine what he did to your chest.
“Marvelous…” his eyes glisten with intrigue, looking at every mark and every wet spot he had left on you, “You are simply perfect. Every inch of your body shines so beautifully that it puts the stars above to shame,” you stare in awe at the sudden change of attitude, feeling yourself growing a bit bashful at the praise, “I’m honored I get to touch and explore every part of you,” he says as he grabs the waistband of your pants, pulling down the fabric, along with your underwear, in one go. His face is in utter awe at the sight, like you were some god only a mere few have ever laid eyes on.
“You could at least take your shirt off to show me yourself too…” you comment, still taken aback by his compliments. It pulls him out of his daze as he meets your eyes, clearing his throat.
“Yes…that would only be fair. My apologies,” he leans up, fiddling with his lab coat, tossing it off onto the floor once he shuffles it off his shoulders. You reach out, grabbing the bottom of his turtleneck, helping him out of it as he slips his arms through. When it’s lifted up over his head, you’re shocked to see how…ripped he was. You caress his muscles, making sure to trace each one to its fullest, making him shutter at your touch. He was like a marble statue.
Placing his hands at your shoulders, he urges you to lay back down. You grunt, but comply, leaning back up against the pillow.
“Please, relax,” he says, running his fingers along your inner thighs. You shiver as he gets closer to your sensitive hole, resisting to urge to jerk away from the unusual feeling of his callused hands. He shuffles a bit, fixing his positioning so that he can leave down to leave little pecks and nips at your thighs. His fingers poke just barely around your hole, tracing circles around it, poking just barely rough enough at the clit every rotation.
“Oh, come on…” you urge him on, placing a hand on his head, nudging it slightly. He laughs at your continued impatience, leaning in to place a kiss at your slit before licking a long stripe up it. You let out a long moan, leaning back as you push your lower half into him more. He hums with approval into your slit, rumbles sending bolts up your body. He hooks his arms around your hips, pulling you more until you physically couldn’t get any closer to his mouth. His thumb comes to play lazily and slowly at your bud, tongue going to dive into your slit, “Shit..” you moan out, finally feeling that relief you’ve been waiting hours for. His tongue dances around inside you, finding every sensitive spot the muscle can reach. His other hand lifts up to allow a finger to slide in, joining his tongue in ravishing your insides. The thumb prodding at your clit stops as he becomes engrossed in attacking your cunt specifically. You can feel your stomach knotting and turning, muscles tensing up as you tried to chase that release. Your thighs clamp around his head, hand gripping whatever hair it can find; the other grabbing fistfuls of your sheets, “Please, oh god, please…” you began to beg, hand leaving your sheets to hastily grab his hand, moving it yourself as you grind against it, reminding him to stimulate your clit. He grunts apologetically, moving his fingers in a steady, yet fast rhythm as you grip his hand like your life depended on it. It takes only a few harsher flicks of his tongue and finger buried beneath you, and one especially hard stroke of his thumb to have you wailing with an orgasm, practically suffocating the poor doctor’s head between the iron grasp of your legs, “Holy fuck…” you moan out, head foggy as you tried to recover.
Sigma pulls away, face a mess with your liquids, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He notices how blown out your face looks, reaching out to caress your cheek, “Are you okay?” he asks with care.
“Yes..I’m perfect right now,” you speak very breathy, still not having regained your breath.
“Don’t have a heart attack on me now,” he teases with a smug expression.
Groaning, you kick his hip with your foot, “That’s my joke, asshole,” you reach an arm around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips, making you grimace a little. He pushes down into you with the kiss, urging you to lie back again, and you bite his lip in protest. A hand comes up to your ass, giving the cheek a harsh squeeze as he bends to grind down into you. Still being very sensitive from your orgasm, you yelp beneath him, startling him a little, breaking the kiss, “Please be gentle, Sigma, I’m still sensitive,” you tell him, but all he does is let out a breathy moan of disappointment, pushing his erection into you more, pulling a strained moan of your own from your throat.
“You can take more, darling, it’s okay,” he hushes, sneaking a hand between your bodies to pet your abused cunt. Sigma kisses along your jawline as he pokes just barely into your hole with his finger, teasing and taunting it, “You are doing wonderfully, I promise, my dear,” he praises, similarly to how you had before, slowly sliding in his middle finger, angling his hand so his palm can bump up against your clit, but not fully touching it yet. You gasp out, arching your body into his, grabbing onto his arms as you squeeze them, unintelligible swears falling out of your mouth. He sticks his face into your neck, biting harshly and suddenly at the skin, pulling a rather lewd moan out of you. You could feel his dick twitch beneath the restraining cloth of his pants, making him grind against your thigh for any sort of relief.
“I can’t, I can’t, I…” you’re interrupted by another loud moan, struggling to even hold them back. He gently slips another finger in, the stretch far more than anything you’ve been able achieve by your own fingers
“You’re a marvel, my love,” he whispers right into your ear, biting down on the earlobe before going back to attacking the flushed skin of your neck. You raise a hand to grab at the back of his neck, shoving his mouth more into you. He rubs around everywhere his fingers can comfortably reach insides you, curling and twisting them every other stroke all the while desperately rutting into your thighs for pleasure of his own.
“Please, Siebren..!” your trying to rut back into him, desperate to get stimulation back on your bud. You find the waistband of his pants, granted at an uncomfortable angle, pushing desperately into it, loving how the fabric tickled every part of you. You tried to warn him you were seconds away from snapping, but nothing came out except garbled moans of his name. You came with a jolt, clinging to him like a spider, a chorus of pleased moans flying out your mouth. His own movements immediately halted, face tightening up with furrowed, stiff eyebrows. You went limb against the bed, arms flopping down to your sides. You glanced up at him, your face enamored in bliss, but was confused by his tense expression, “Siebren?” you called out with a slow breath. He let out a strained moan, peeling open his eyes to look down at you. When your eyes met him, you laughed in realization, “Did you almost cum just from that?”
Oh you lived and breathed for that flustered face of his. He stammered, struggling to speak. You could feel the heat from his face, “Your noises are…very lewd,” he comments, adverting his eyes.
Chuckling, you lift up a heavy hand to pet his arm, “Clearly, you like that,” you point out the elephant in the room by pulling up your tired body so you could unzip his pants for him. There was a huge wet spot stained by fluids from you and his own precum, and the horribly obvious bulge was begging to be let out. He sighs contently as you pop open the button, yanking down the zipper with haste.
“Don’t you need a minute?” he asks as he stops your hands with his own, tracing delicate circles over the backs of them. Staring up at him, you place a gentle kiss to his muscled stomach, not breaking eye contact.
“I’m fine, baby,” you say reassuringly, when in all truth, you did need a minute or two. You would find that in your own way though, even if he may detest it. He releases your hands, grabbing at the waistline of his pants to yank them down, hurriedly trying to get the underwear gone with them. He shifts and fidgets around awkwardly to try and get them off his legs completely; and when he does, his face shows the pure relief he feels to finally have the straining fabric gone. You couldn’t quite explain it, but he looked…bigger than he did before. Perhaps it was angle, or perhaps it was just the fact that he was that horny considering everything. You take two of your fingers and glide them up the length of his dick, making sure to palm the tip when you got there, remembering how much more sensitive he was there.
He groans, going to pull away, but knowing he would regret losing the touch, “Please, my love, this is supposed to be about-“ you cut him off by giving a good squeeze to the cock, making him moan out lewdly himself, much to his comment on you before.
“I remember you agreed that I get a chance to ride you. I’m sure you’ve done everything you wanted to do to me, so please, lie down,” you try to regain the control, but even though his erection is practically pulsing with the need to cum, he tries to disagree.
“There is…still more, admittedly- mmgh!” you give another harsh tug to his cock, forcing a new bead of precum out of it.
“Then we’ll get to that, but please, just lay down,” you push on his chest, trying to urge him to do so. When you release the hold on his dick, and he whines at the loss of touch is when he realizes you will get your way somehow. He shifts around, lying back next to you as you switch around the position and sit between his legs. Now you’re able to clearly see how he is still a flustered mess, even when having the lead. You chuckle lightheadedly, bending down to peck his lips with affection, “This is a wonderful view itself, but being under you did really get me going, I have to admit,” he grumbles something you didn’t quite understand, catching your interest, “What was that?”
He pouts, like he was hoping you didn’t hear him. He places his hands at your hips, rubbing lovingly at the red marks he notices appearing, “I felt likewise having you under me. You are…an extraordinary view, always, but even more-so being beneath me. Even in my nights spent gazing off into a telescope, enwrapped in the constellations above, I struggle to find a beauty even remotely comparable to your own,” your eyebrows raise, not expecting that from him in a moment like this. He always found ways to stun you, truly.
A sheepish, bashful smile makes it was onto your face, and you’re sighing with happiness, “Aww..now how am I supposed to fuck you after such a sappy compliment like that?” you joke, enticing a laugh out of both of you.
“You find your ways,” you’re unsure whether or not that’s a compliment too, but you don’t take much time to dwell on it, moving around until your hands can comfortably find his cock again, slowly stroking it from the base to the tip, always outlining each vein you manage to find. Sigma begins to grunt already, sensitive himself from his almost sudden orgasm before. You raise a hand to your face, spitting into your palm to use as lubricant, rubbing that hand along his whole length, twisting and turning it to get as much as you can. His legs are tensing and jerking beneath you, throaty groans accompanied them. You move from your position between his legs to fully straddling him, the stretch of your legs around his larger frame already hurting your muscles. You’re unsure how long you’ll be able to stay like this, but you’re sure as hell going to try anyways.
With the slightest bit of fear by the size difference, you start with just rubbing the tip along your folds, watching his face for every muscle contortion, noticing that his mouth will sometimes fall open with no sound coming out. Once you settling yourself down, the head of his dick sliding in with ease due to all the lubricants, he lets out a groan you feel is much louder than any noise you’ve made today, “Oh, heavens..” he gasps out with a raspy breath, trying to reach for your hips again. You shift forwards more as you slide yourself down a few more inches, the angle providing a good glide against your inner walls and the ability for Sigma to easily wrap his hands around your waist.
“Oh fuck,” with a sharp moan, you try to settle yourself down more, but are beginning to be met with some resistance. You let out a hiss at a sudden sharp pain in your hips, yanking Sigma out of his pleasureful daze.
“Take it easy, darling, there is no rush,” he leans up so he can easily cradle your body, kissing your forehead comfortingly, “Please don’t try to take it all of you can’t,” he advises. You glance down and see that you are about halfway there. You don’t know if you can fully take him, but you’re going to fucking try. You give yourself a few seconds more of resting and shared pecks between the two of you before you start inching down more, watching the whole time as his length disappears within you like it was a magic act. Only a few inches more and it would be done. You turn your neck to look up at him, his expression still concerned.
Giving him a smile, you lift yourself back up off most of his length in order to reach his lips for a kiss. The sudden change in movement makes you both moan out as you meet lips, sounds of pleasure pouring into each other’s mouths, “Siebren…” you whisper as you glide back down his length, taking the whole of it. He’s loud now, completely giving up on trying to hide his sounds. You adore every second of listening to them. Your twist your hips, searching for every possible angle as you bounce up and down in his lap, trying to ignore the pain of your thighs and focus solely on the pleasure of finally having him inside you. He’s gripping your hips for dear life, fighting every urge to pound up into you, afraid to hurt you; but with each twist and turn of your body, it’s harder for him to fight it. You lay your head on his chest, bobbing up and down as you nip and kiss at the muscles, taking note at how his gasping voice hitches at that. You raise yourself almost completely off his length before, as roughly as you can, slamming back down on him. You groan out, but not in mostly pleasure. The sting in your thighs becomes too much, legs feeling like they’ll give out at any moment, that movement suddenly being too much on you, “God, I-I can’t anymore,” you almost sob out.
“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” he holds your hips still, making sure you can’t move and accidentally hurt yourself. He wiping hair from your face, trying to read your expression.
“Yeah..I just- we need to change positions, please,” he doesn’t even ask or skip a heartbeat. In no time, he rolling over slowly and carefully so you’re now beneath him, peppering your face with many soothing kisses. You adjust yourself below him, swinging your tired legs around his waist, huffing at the more comfortable position, “Thank you..” you peck his nose as he smiles softly.
“Whenever you’re ready again,”
“I think I am now. This is already worlds more comfortable,” you reassure, wrapping your arms around his head to pull him close like a hug, kissing near his ear.
He pulls back slowly, pushing back in with the same amount of care, adamantly pulling away from you so he can watch your face for any signs of discomfort. He continues this same rhythm until your face tenses up, looking upset, “Are you still in any pain?” he asks.
“No,”
“Then why are you-,”
“Siebren, if you don’t pound the shit out of me right now, I swear to god..” you tighten your legs around his waist, trying desperately to push him deeper inside you.
He sighs, knowing he can’t win with you, “So needy,” he teases, your retort swallowed by the guttural moan you let out from his hips slamming into you, his cock immediately hitting every good spot within you, “Tell me to stop whenever needed,” he whispers into your ear as he sets a brutal pace, hammering into you at a rate you were desperately trying to get yourself while riding him. His hands find your ass as he lifts you slightly off the bed, squeezing the plump flesh eagerly. His mouth goes back to your neck once more, giving a harsh bite just above your collarbone, sucking and nipping at that same spot repetitively, definitely leaving a mark. You’re a wreck beneath him, eyes struggling and fighting to stay open, mouth drooling, and face a flustered mess. The sight was glorious for him to behold, shooting bolts of pleasure throughout his entire body. He’d slow down his pace every couple of thrusts, trying to switch it up for the two of you.
You unclasp a hand from his neck, reaching down to find your clit to rub extremely messy circles around it, “God…shit!” you’re gasping out, unable to even think straight anymore. A much larger hand leaves your ass and meets your own hand, nudging it out of the way to give more coordinated strokes than you. You’re right on the edge of cumming, dragging your nails up his stomach to rest at his chest, “Siebren, please, I’m right there. Please!” he leaves your neck alone to give a sloppy, wet kiss to your lips, pinching your bud between his fingers, sending you into oblivion. You moan into his mouth with incoherent chants of his name. His hand leaves your clit to support your back as you twitch and seize against him, clamping brutally around his cock.
“Hah..where should I..?” he asks with husky, labored breaths, his thrust becoming uneven and desperate.
“Please, fuck—inside, Doctor,” his body ignites with something immense, thrilled to hear you allow him such a feat. It’s all he’s truly wanted since you jacked him off with such an angelic touch. He’s more excited than ever, dick straining, trying hard to chase release so he can paint your cunt with his seed. That and you used the title of doctor? Oh, you’ll kill him. You pull your face up to his ear, hot breaths grazing it, “Come on, big guy, give it to me. Let me feel you cum,” his strangled, animalistic moan would no doubt be heard by everyone nearby as be continues to slam desperately into you, ropes of warm, thick cum finally shooting out into you as he reaches his peak. His hips seize against you, pressed as closely as possible as he rides it out, moaning and huffing the whole way through. If you weren’t god awful tired yourself, this would have you ready for another round all over again.
Soon, he calms, slowly dropping your body back into the bed, sliding himself out of you. You don’t even need to look into a mirror to know you both looked absolutely fucked; quite literally, at that, “Shit…” he pants, locking his eyes with yours as you both catch your breaths.
“One,” you say with a stupid smile.
“Pardon?” he inquires, confused at what you mean.
“You got fucked senseless and only said one swear. You amaze me,” you laugh.
“I’m not so sure I was the one being fucked senseless,” he chuckles breathily, shifting around in the bed to lie down, pulling you close to his side.
You hum, nuzzling into his side as he plays around with the blanket, throwing it over more of you than him, “We both did, to be exact,” you sigh contently at the warmth of the sheet, “And that’s two now. Good job,” you say jokingly, but his thoughts seemed to be elsewhere. You don’t prod and give him time until he’s ready to say what he needs to say, a finger rubbing circles on his chest for support.
“I don’t want this to be just us screwing around like teenagers,” he begins, “That isn’t what I desire. When I gaze into your striking eyes, I want to do more things than just…sex. There’s more to this than that for me,” he explains, eyes never leaving your own.
“Oh, Siebren, I agree. You won’t get any complaints about that from me. I didn’t do all of this just because I wanted your body, I did it because I care about you; so much at that,” you could swear you see tears pricking the corners of his eyes, a dorky smile on his face.
“Then let me play the role of the gentleman, as I should,” he leans down to kiss your forehead with affection, “When we awake in the morning, let me take you out for breakfast. A date—my treat,” he offers.
“So no splitting the bill?”
“Not this time, my star,” he chuckles.
You scoff, “Fine. I’ll take you up on the offer anyways. Hell, you can invite me over for a physics lesson as a date and I’d still go,” you joke, but his eyes light up with excitement.
“You would?!” you can see his mind race with all the possibilities of a date like that and you mentally frown.
“I mean…no? But I guess also yes? I don’t know, I just enjoy spending time with you,”
He snuggles into you more, petting your head with endearment, “We can do whatever you’d like for our second date,”