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Scaramouche was oh so fun to play with. The sounds of his breathy gasps and the way his thighs tensed as you traced your fingers down his figure. You oh so adored it. His skin was so soft to the touch and incredibly smooth. The sight of his skin just grew the urge, the want, the need to tear through that and reveal the scarlet liquid that laid beneath it. You pressed your lips to the skin that joined his shoulder and neck and slowly started lapping at it. He let out a breathy moan that sent a wave of heat down your spine and into your core. You were going to be the death of him.
You moved away from his slender figure, slowly grabbing his jaw and guiding him to face you. “Do you want this, dear? ” The call of the pet name made him melt. He felt as if he was walking on air, sending shivers down his spine.
Scaramouche turned away, “Why are you asking me..?” He covered his face with the back of his hand, attempting to hide away the blush creeping upon his face. “ I obviously surrendered , why ask at this point?” That tiny voice, it was so adorable.
“ Well,” you started, “my pretty little doll has his own feelings as well, does he not?”
If you hadn't backed him up to a wall earlier on, he would’ve fallen to his knees, where he would melt from all the coaxing. You removed the hand that was blocking his face and traced over his facial features. The Harbinger never looked you in the eye, not trusting himself enough to keep eye contact. Everything about him was so adorable.
Scaramouche nodded, resulting in a more flushed state as he felt himself getting harder by each minute. You grinned and slowly gripped his hand as you led him to the edge of the bed. He stood in front of you, disheveled hair and a strong tint of red dusting his cheeks. Adorable.
“Sit,” you said, “let me make you feel good, doll.” He obliged to your command and leaned back onto the soft mattress, letting his elbows underneath him support his body weight. Scaramouche’s eyes trailed your figure as you dropped to your knees. His sight swayed to the side as you slowly took off his shorts, he was getting too embarrassed, so adorable.
You eventually took off his underwear and glanced up at him, he was so flustered. You brought your hand to your mouth and spat, gripping his cock with your hand. He winced at the warm feeling of your spit surrounding his cock, letting out a soft whimper.
“I’ll ask you again, dear. Are you okay with this?” You gazed at him through your eyelashes, slightly squeezing his dick in your hand. Scaramouche let out a little nod as he inhaled sharply to prepare himself. His eyes fluttered open to stare you in the eye. His eyelids and lashes felt heavy, feeling tears that pricked in the corner of his eyes, threatening to drip down.
You took his nod as confirmation to continue and smiled, starting to rub his cock. You spat on him again, watching the body fluid drip down from the tip and down his cock. You allowed the slick of your spit to make it easier to slide your hand up and down. Scaramouche’s expression was not one that was difficult to read, you knew he was enjoying the stimulation you had placed upon him. His eyes were closed shut and his mouth was in almost a pout with a dark blush to top it all off. You coaxed more moans out of him as he continued to writhe in the pleasure that you were causing.
You lowered your head down a bit, causing Scaramouche to drop his head down. “W-What are you doing..? O-Oh,” you gave the tip of his cock a few kitten licks before completely going down on him. You let your tongue rest flat as you began to bob your head up and down, occasionally giving him a slight suck while your hands rubbed the parts that your mouth could not reach. The enjoyment was clear in the atmosphere, he dropped his back down onto the bed as while his fingers tangled into your hair. He was moaning so sweetly, you couldn’t take it anymore. You let out his dick with a pop, confusing your poor boy that he didn’t get to cum.
“Why’d you stop? Was my reaction not satisfactory? Do you want more, I can-” You cut Scaramouche off with a kiss. It was a kiss that would usually be competitive but sweet but it was now feverish and deep. He tried to kiss you back and keep up with your lips, but his mouth winded into exhaustion and allowed you to take the lead. He let out sounds that sent a spike of heat down to your cunt. You settled right above his erection, both of your thighs resting on the sides of his waist.
You stared down upon Scaramouche, admiring his features in both of your current predicaments. You imagined what he was feeling in this current situation, was he feeling good? You imagined what he felt like when you sucked him off and how the spit felt on his cock. Just as he was about to speak, you kissed him again. He tried to grab and hold you with his hands but you grabbed his wrists with one hand and pinned them above him.
The kiss felt like he was crumbling into submission, like a cage of tricks that never ceased to amaze him. Every time you two have sex, it was never like you didn’t have something else to try, if anything, you feared the day you would run out of kinks and quirks to attempt together. You never expected a Harbinger like himself to comply with what you say and submit to you, but damn. You sure as hell loved it.
You pulled back from the kiss, resting your forehead to his while you stared down his body to his cock. You grasped his cock and aligned it with your cunt, sinking down onto it. You let out a sharp exhale as you began to slowly rise and fall on his dick. You watched his expression crumble, his body and mind giving out to submission. The pleasure from this stimulation was too much. The way your cunt squeezed around his cock, the wet feeling of your insides felt too good.
You kept his hands pinned onto the bed, allowing it as support for your body weight. You started going down on him faster. He was no longer letting out soft and sweet moans, they were now rushed and almost out of breath. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were rolling back, mouth hanging open as he continued to let out sinister sounds.
He felt a tight contract in his abdomen, knowing that he was going to cum sooner or later. He tried telling you that he was going to let loose but his words were incoherent, slurring along with his moans of pleasure. Although his words were most likely difficult to make out, you could tell what he was trying to say. Afterall, his body language said it all. Scaramouche was squirming beneath you, and although his wrists were pinned, he tried to grab onto your arms.
“My poor doll, you’re going to cum, aren’t you?” Scaramouche nodded vigorously. “Go ahead, ah, Doll. I am too. You’ve been - oh - so good.” You stared down at him, seeing him continuously buck his hips up into you. He looked so adorable, trying to reach his climax along with you. His thrusts up into you became more and more erratic.
“Cum,” that was all he needed. Strings of curse words let out from his mouth along with other sounds of sin.
“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck, fuck- A-Ah!” He felt the tightness in his abdomen fade out as you continued to ride on him. You felt his body fluid shoot into you and that was the breaking point for you. You came on his dick and started slowing down your thrusts to a point where you stopped. You sat there with his cock still rested and soft in you, almost cockwarming him. He laid there beneath you as he tried to catch his breath, still entranced in a haze. He panted almost like he was drained of all oxygen. You watched him catch his breath as he slowly started to breathe normally again. He glanced up at you and blushed, averting his gaze to the side.
Your sweet, sweet boy, he was so adorable.