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"Harder."
"Y-yes sir- hhh-"
You thrust as hard as you can, feeling Dismas jolt as your skins slam against each other. He groans loudly, and you eat it up like it's your favorite meal.
He cups your face in his hand as you fuck him, making you realize how hot your face is.
"Look at you... you're doing- so fucking good. ...Oh, god." His head tilts back, mouth wide open as he moans.
You go harder. You're really fucking pushing yourself, but he deserves it. He needs it. You need this just as much as him.
"F-fuck! Yes! Good girl!" He shouts, nearly giving himself whiplash from how quickly he looks back at you, before tilting his head right back again in pleasure.
"Y'like this- nnhh- D-Dismas-? Mmn-!!" You whine. Your legs are fucking trembling.
Dismas grins at you.
"You're so pretty- gh- when you- s-sound like that...!" He growls at you, voice strained as he speaks. If he was the one inside you, you'd be squirting nonstop as soon as he says that.
You feel pretty. He says it's so, so it has to be true. You believe everything he says.
"Darling-ggh- darling, darling..." You cry over and over. Darling, darling, that's him. That's what Dismas is to you.
"Hit me-" He orders, and you're taken aback.
"Right here. Hit me!" He points to the left side of his face, before opening that same hand to show he wants you to slap him.
You raise your hand.
SMACK!
Dismas' eyes roll back, and he makes a pleasured yelp.
"Fuuck, yes, like that! GOD you're so good!" He sticks his tongue out just a bit, and it and the praise is enough to make you go wild.
"H-hit me again, I can- ohh my godd- I can take it- hhaah-!" He's in near on tears.
"Yes sir-" You respond, mainly only because you like to see how he reacts from being called "sir", and you like how it sounds coming out of your mouth.
Then you raise your hand again.
SMACK!
"Ugh! Good boy! Good boy!"
You get carried away by the praise.
SMACK!
You're about to apologize for hitting him without being told, but he starts moaning even louder than before.
"Fuck! Yes! Yes! God, Murrit, I'm gonna cum!" Tears stream down his face, blood rushing to the cheek you hit him on. He's gritting his teeth with his eyes basically completely rolled back.
"K-keep roughing me up! I can- I can take it-"
SMACK!
Don't have to tell you twice.
You smile as he grins, and as his grunts turn to half growly whimpers.
"You like s-seeing me- ugh- l-like this?" He asks suddenly, cupping your face again with both hands.
You nod weakly, but as enthusiastically as you can muster.
"Yeah? Does it m-make you- oh god-! Make you wanna c-cum? You wanna cum, slut?" His eyes are hungry. You know what he wants.
You nod even weaker. You wanna cum so fucking bad. Every thrust gets you closer and closer.
"God you've been s-so well behaved- b-but I- haah- I think I n-need- a little more convincing!" He removes one of his hands from your face, to make a pinching sign with his fingers.
You know he wants you to beg.
But you'll give him more than just that.
You start plowing him as hard and as fast as your horny fish brain and body can muster, and Dismas starts screaming in pleasure. He grabs at his head, unsure of where to put his trembling hands.
"P-please!" You grunt, voice still high pitched from all of your own moaning as you've been fucking him.
"I'll-! I'll keep-! Fuckin' g-going! L-long as y'want-! Me t-to!" You sob, knowing that doing this is bringing you even closer.
Dismas' nook is creaming from how hard you're fucking into him, and he wails in ecstacy as you keep going, both in your thrusts and pleads.
"I-I'll c-cum inside-! Anythin' f-fer-! Fer you, darling! Anythi-in'-nnnh-!!" Tears stream down your face just as much as his.
He finally looks back at you, and you're surprised at how well he can talk like this.
"Do it! Do it! Cum inside me, fucking cum for me, Murrit! Cum for me!" He shouts at you, grabbing at you wherever he possibly can.
You're so close, and he's making you feel like your mind's about to go blank from it.
"Yes sir! Y-yes darling! 'M gonna cum-! P-promise!"
"Good girl! Good boy! Oh my GOD, FUCK! Hit me one more time, c'mon! Hit me!!" Anything for him.
You raise a shaky hand.
SMACK!
"YES! YES, FUCK! MURRIT!" He's so deliciously loud, you'd do anything for him.
"Aaah- Diz- gonna c-cum-" You whimper, feeling your thrusts get sloppy. You can't help it.
"YES! Yes, god, me too! Fuck, don't stopp-!" Dismas starts pulling at his own hair, unable to take the pure bliss he's in.
"Darling, darling- darling, darling, darling-!" You repeat over and over and over, until it quiets into whispers and you just mouthing the word on instinct. You can't help it, you love him so much. You're so fucking close.
Dismas shuts his eyes tight, and you hear him squeak. You feel him shake, too.
He's cumming. And by the All-Mother, so are you in a minute.
"I'm- fuuuck- fuck, fuuck- Oh GOD, MURRIT!" He wails, back starting to arch and body jolting even harder than before.
You start repeating something else. You're cumming, you're cumming, you're cumming you're cumming-
And just as you finally do, both of you scream.
You're seeing fucking stars.