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Curiosity

Summary:

Curiosity leads to experimentation, which leads to... getting fucked in the spine by your human dog.

Notes:

i’m sorry guys. this was a wild ride writing and surely you’ll understand why i’m apologizing. have fun!

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Cioccolata’s knuckles were white as his fists gripped the satin sheets. Rarely was it that he found himself in situations such as this—head rolled back into the mattress, eyes shut tight with the remnants of mascara bleeding down his temples, face contorted with pleasure. It was quite… embarrassing for the egoistic man, whose facadé would be shattered further with each whine and whimper he let out.

His beloved partner, Secco, was using his surgically-elongated tongue to tease him below the belt, something rarely tolerated and never before welcomed.

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It started with an idea. An experiment. Cioccolata was a curious man—he’d been testing the limits of his stand, Green Day, and its abilities to preserve body parts. As a doctor, preserving evidence and future resources was very important. So far, he’d concluded that no, Green Day could not preserve any living thing with it’s mold, but rather disintegrate the entire organism (or piece of an organism) completely.

All that was left to test was the effects of his stand on himself, the user. The results were unexpected, really—unlike the body parts of cadavers and… unwilling participants, he found that he was successfully able to preserve his own body parts and keep them alive and moving, all while disconnected from the host. An ability such as this could work many wonders… How thrilling!

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“O-Oh, Secco… Yes, good boy..! Dear God, please… Please, fuck my spussy!”

Cioccolata’s choked cries only encouraged Secco further, grunting as he massaged the soft, spongy marrow inside of the bone of his spine. What little self control Secco had seemingly vanished, the man freeing himself from the rough fabric of his stand and gripping his aching cock, precum beading at the rosy tip.

“Cio-Cioccolata… What a dirty whore you are, h-huh?”

The smaller man snickered, making Cioccolata’s exposed spine wriggle and writhe, the crimson blush on his cheeks deepening. Secco further degraded the man,

“Nasty… Nasty slut! What’s gotten into you?”

What had gotten into him?