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"Hey, kid, Lohen's coming in to get treated," Varka says, brows furrowed as he purses his lips, hands on his hips as he taps his foot somewhat impatiently. "Again?"
Varka sighed. "You know him. Barbara's scared of him, and you're the only other healer we have that can… tolerate him," the man says, an apologetic look painted across his face. "If he does anything funny, just let me know."
You could only sigh as you felt the headache already forming in your temple. You wanted to enjoy a single day of peace, but today seemed like nothing was going to ever go right for you. "It's fine," you say, even though all you want to do is just go back to sleep. "He's not too bad now," you say vaguely, and Varka only tilts his head slightly to the left, before shaking his head and going out the headquarters.
See—there's this facade that you uphold dutifully in front of everyone. It's an oath you swore to inbetween the pews of the church, back arched with hands gripping not the seats—but of someone else's shoulders.
A knock echoes once, twice, then the culprit of your headache walks in without a care in the world, his bloodied clothes making a mess of the floor as he saunters towards you. "Darling," he drawls out. "Missed me?"
You look up from where you're staring at, and greet his gaze defiantly. "Do you really have to let the blood drip on the floor? Think of the cleaners for once, would you?" you mutter, putting gloves on as you grab a cloth. Lohen laughs, throwing his spear at you like it was some sort of toy. You roll your eyes, quickly catching it as you start imbuing the cloth you were holding with some cleaning agent. Lohen stares at you like a mischievous cat. "Funny to hear that, coming from you," he says, and you're thankful that the room is soundproof, and that the door is locked when he says the next few words.
"So much about cleanliness, when we made that mess a week ago," he whispers to you, bloody hands sliding up under your clothing to grip your waist. You freeze where you currently stand, a flush quickly overtaking your face before you attempt to smack him with his weapon. "S–Shut it," you stammer, swatting away at his bloody hands. He doesn't say anything, but the reaction you give him is all the permission he needs.
"Oh? I was under the impression you enjoyed it," he whispers, wiping his hands on the hem of your apron. "Your voice was singing for me so beautifully, Barbatos himself ought to be envious from how good you sound."
At that, you squeeze at his arm at frustration, even though you can feel your entire body heat up. "Lohen! I'm not here to get down with one of your risky escapades again, you're injured!"
Lohen falls silent, as if mulling over your words. You freeze as you realize the implications of what you've just said, but remedying them is futile when it comes to Lohen—he's too smart for his own good, and he knows you've realized the trap you've fallen into when he smiles; it's far too sickly sweet, like he's intoxicated in the rush of knowing he's got you wrapped around his finger.
"So you're saying—"
"Lohen, shut—"
His gaze falls to your lips, before he wrestles the spear out of your hands with a practiced speed—and crashes his lips to your own.
"Mm—" You try to speak out, but he doesn't let you. His tongue is already deep into your mouth, tasting each and every single nook and cranny as he steals the air from your lungs. Lohen always kissed like a man desperate to steal your every breath—it was agonizing, having him cage you like this with his bloodied arms around your waist, practically engulfing you in his embrace. You moan into his mouth, trying to resist his strength, but deep down, you knew you wanted it as much as he did.
He breaks off from the kiss briefly, face flushed, just like yours. "I get to fuck you when you're done helping me. Deal?"
You send him a glare, hands gripping his shoulders tightly. The audacity of this man knew no bounds—but you knew you were guilty just as much. Silence ensued between the two of you, until you finally relented. "Fine, but we're not doing anything strenous today," you mutter. Lohen raises an eyebrow. "And what does my beloved mean by that, hmm?"
You purse your lips, deep in thought as he mouths kisses on your neck, nipping at them lightly. Always a damn biter, you thought to yourself, reminding you to replenish your stocks on concealer. "Let's try… just my thighs today," you whisper to him, and his eyes widen for a moment, before he flashes you his signature smile.
"Deal," he says, and he lets go of you just as quickly, then, finally, he sits down again, this time— a willing patient with no more grievances to be relieved.
"You're always so eager when it comes to sex," you mutter, quickly going for the cabinet with the necessary equipment. "I'm not even sure why you chose me."
Lohen barks out a laugh, which quickly tapers off to a wince, as if he's pulled a muscle. You wince internally—he's definitely got a cut somewhere. Good thing we aren't fucking all the way today.
"Hah—can't I just like you in general?"
You shake your head. "I'm not an idiot, Lohen. I'm not the only one you've been fooling around with," you piped back. Lohen stares at you, face completely serious now. "I haven't been with anyone else for a while now," he says, and your heart skips a beat as you sit down in front of him, pulling out the bandages. Heat envelops your face, your ears reddening as you let his statement sit with you for a while. The implications of it.
"Shut up," is all you opt to say, because what else are you supposed to say to that? You'd been used to Lohen being unrestrained. He wasn't built for a life of complete commitment—he was one of those people who'd do so much better doing whatever he pleased, and no one was able to handle him except for fellow like-minded people like him anyway.
Until now, your traitorous mind sneered back. Lohen doesn't say anything, his face almost blank—if not for the slight furrow of his brows as he breathes in a little more slowly, the color in his face slowly returning. "Here, take this," you say to him, handing him a healing potion. "Make sure to drink every last drop instead of wasting it like last time," you say to him, and he nods wordlessly as you hold his left arm, wrapping bandages imbued with healing magic on it. "No removing until twelve hours have passed when it comes to those bandages. I mean it. I don't care if it feels weird having it under the shower," you point to him, and he smiles at you. "Yes, ma'am, whatever you say," he quips back, and you remember why no one else can handle Lohen the way you do.
There's a few more things you do—you clean off the dried blood on Lohen's armor, but the clothes are genuinely a lost cause. Thankfully, there's always some spare clothing in the headquarters for him to change into. It takes a bit of maneuvering—Lohen's still taller than you, which is an annoying thing to remember, because Lohen will tease you about anything and everything—but he manages to change into better, looser clothes.
There's a tense moment of silence in the air as you're finally done with patching him up.
Then—
"Can I?" Lohen whispers, embracing you from the back as he leads you to the mirror, and it just so happens that it's close to the wall, and that it's a full length one, showing you both fully. Lohen can't get over how cute you look under him—if he tiptoes just high enough, he thinks he can place his chin on your head. His arms snake around your waist even tighter, like if he doesn't hold you tight enough, you'll escape his clutches.
You don't have the strength to tell him—I'm not going anywhere.
"Mhm," You mumble, because that's all you can do before he lifts up your skirt, one hand rummaging through his pockets for something. When you hear the characteristic sound of a cap being popped off, you look at him incredulously. "Seriously? You had lube on you?"
Lohen pouts at you. "It's just my way of showing how much I look forward to this, y'know?" He says with a smirk on his face, before he starts lathering his digits with said lube. "Spread open a little for me, won't you?"
"God," You groan out, feeling his grip on your thighs. "Be careful, you're still injured," you whisper, leaning into his back a little more. You try to ignore the heat blooming in your cheeks as you also comply with his request—the lube is shockingly cold, making you let out a hiss at the difference in temperature. His fingers spread it throughout your thighs—you think he's being cheeky again when his fingers ghost over your underwear, but he complies for once, leaving them alone.
"Hurry up," you grumble. Lohen laughs at your impatience. "Patience, sweetheart," he whispers to your ears, before he unbuckles his belt, wiggling his pants down and briefs down as he pulls his cock out—
And slides into your thighs in one go, pulling your panties to the side.
"S-Shit," he breathes out. "You feel amazing—"
"Hah—keep going," you breathe out. Lohen doesn't even quip back. He starts moving back and forth, noise be damned as his thighs slap against yours. It's heavenly. It's everything he could ask for. Your thighs squeeze around his cock delectably—the friction burns you both, and it only gets better when you feel his cock brush against your folds, dripping wet as the lube and your wetness blend in together seamlessly to make the slide further more pleasurable.
He holds you by the waist even tighter now—like his life depends on it, and his other hand grabs your face, forcing you to stare at the mirror. "Look at you, love," he breathes out, the pink in his eyes seemingly shining brighter. "You're—fuck, seriously the best—"
"Lohen—fuck, keep going—" You moan out, tears brimming in your eyes as your vision of the mirror becomes blurry. You can only imagine how much of a mess you look; skirt bunched up at the front, your panties wet as slick starts falling like droplets to the floor—and Lohen, gods, Lohen feels so good—
"Don't, don't need to say that," he grunts through gritted teeth between hard thrusts, more of your slick coating his dick. "I wanna cum inside you," he whines as you tighten your thighs between his cock, starting to very slightly move in tandem with him by moving your hips in an almost circular motion—"You can't," you whisper to him, even if the idea burns your entire body. To be filled with him, his cum—to push everything deeper into your womb until it takes—
"Fuck," you whine out loud, not even caring about not making noise anymore. Lohen is still fucking your thighs—but he'd be a liar if he said he'd inched closer and closer to your cunt, the temptation of something forbidden being so close yet so out of reach driving him absolutely insane. "You're—you're so mean when you want to be," he says, the tip of his dick bumping against your clit. Your knees shake—clawing away at his hand, and like a mindreader, Lohen knows what you want.
Two fingers barely even hover before your clit before he spreads your folds wide open, his cock fully rubbing against the underside of it. You almost yelp—but Lohen chooses to silence you with his fingers; you moan around it as you feel his finger poke and prod at your tongue; he knew how much of a fixation you had with his fingers, and he was going to drive you insane—
"I'm—I'm close," Lohen breathes out, his thrusts between your thighs becoming more erratic, pre-cum staining both his dick and your cunt. The slides burns but god, it's so good, so fucking good, your knees wobbling as your clit gets extra attention. He feels your folds almost flutter for a moment, and his strength gets renewed as your moans start turning up an octave, shame now fully gone from your body. "Fuck, you like that, baby? Like me fucking your thighs like you're some cheap slut?"
You sob into his fingers as the insults burn your core, squeezing his cock further as his cock starts getting caught into your entrance. "L-Lohen, please—"
Lohen's thrusts keep going faster, fucking into you fully like an animal now. "I got you," he whispers, before suddenly shifting your positions—
Oh.
Like this—you can see the mess you've both made—
Your thighs look like a mess, clear lube and slick mixing together to paint your thighs like gloss got splashed over it; pre-cum in places you've never seen before; your panties absolutely drenched as Lohen's cock pistons in and out of the gap your thighs and oh my gods—
The sight of you; an absolute mess to behold—and Lohen's face distorted in pure ecstasy—it's enough to fully send you over the edge; your thighs squeeze together even tighter somehow, making Lohen groan deliriously from the friction, the pressure from almost having his dick squeezed to death being the most heavenly way he could ever go. You writhe and moan loudly in his arms, tears finally falling out of your eyes as you feel your orgasm coming in waves. It's the hardest you've came in the past week—you didn't want to admit it, but no matter what you did to pleasure yourself—none of it could ever compare to Lohen.
His touch burns, burns, and burns—it's the only way you feel more alive, and as he moans into your ear, you think you don't mind being used like this forever.
"I'm gonna—" he whimpers out, and even though the sensations are starting to tip over into pain—it's just as delicious as ever, so you only whimper in a way you hope he understands. Lohen doesn't say anything else. He grips your waist once more again, one hand forcing you to stare at the mirror as you watch him finally come undone—
"Cumming—" He moans out, slamming into your thighs fully one last time, ropes of cum shooting out as some of it stain the floor. You're still twitching in his grasp—he feels your thighs shake harder as his cock stays in place, that delicious heat being the closest he'll ever get to heaven. He pants for a few moments, unmoving as his vision clears, that haze from his orgasm finally subsiding. You think yours is too, with the way your vision starts clearing up; seeing the mess you've made sends another wave of pleasure into your body—but you know both of you are too tired to go for one more round.
"… Lohen," you whimper out, trying not to wince at how absolutely filthy your panties have become. You try not to pretend the floor is even worse of a mess. "…Hm?"
You sigh exasperatedly. "We made a mess again!"
Lohen laughs a little breathlessly. "I know."
"This always happens when you come into my office for healing," you mumble, and Lohen giggles—damn brat, you think, but Lohen slides his dick out, wiping it down with some tissue before pulling out some more for yours to wipe yourself with. "Let's worry less about that then for now, hm?"
You sigh again. "You're right," you say, wiping your thighs clean with the tissue he pulled from god knows where. You really just didn't understand things about Lohen sometimes. "Let's just… deal with this first," you say meekly, like it's the first time you've ever done this with him.
Lohen only laughs, giving you a peck on the cheek. "And deal with it we shall, my one and only healer."
You glare at him, balance finally being regained. It's weird to walk around with your panties still being absolutely filthy, but beggars can't be choosers. You'll just have to make do with your situation. "Stop teasing me and start helping me, you idiot!"
Another laugh rings throughout the place. "Aye, aye, miss!"