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His jaw stretched, squeezed around red, rounded rubber; a wilting, airy grunt straying muffled around the ball-gag. Body quaking, the rough, solid clanks of your hips periodically colliding with his the ceremony song of your perverse union. He remained semi-suspended, snug-still by elastic restraints, almost entirely immobilized, his fists clenched, similarly bound, enforcer-grade cuffs chaffing the thinned metal of his wrists deliciously. A hand resting passively on his waist whilst the second of the pair gripped the balled-up slack of a black leash with malice; attached collar more than restrictive around his throat.
Hovering over him, your lips faintly pressed to the side of his helmet as you hissed salacious descriptors into his audial, degrading and berating him all at once in as few words as possible.
Grumbles and half-choked keens often your only received responses.
Watching intently as wells of saliva-streaked scars dribbled from the edge of his lips to chin, drop by soundless drop splattering onto the bed below. Snarling abruptly, the hand previously hosting his mid-section sailing up with speed to reach around and grasp his jaw, forcibly wrenching his helm to the side "Disgusting." You muttered, dipping your head, glossa worming into the crux of his neck, traveling upward, swiping at some spittle smeared on his cheek before receding. His tunnel pulsing, heat clenching your spike. A glaze hooding his slanted optics, blood-iron red peering at you from the edges. The eye-contact cut short by your efforts, tilting his helm further to the side for advanced access. Hunched over his frame still, you yanked at his tether, his upper-half jerking to bend at an awkward angle "Look at you: tied up and helpless." your tone venomous, terse "Pathetic."
Not a hair of it meant.
On the floor below, past your writhing bodies, past the berth, lay vibrators, plugs, and electric clasps alike. Used items, wet, bent, sheened, all having been attached to or shoved inside the gladiator throughout the duration of your session. His body abused, insides bruised, yet he remained unwilling to bring your shared evening to an end. One message from his com to yours and it would all come to an end.
Yet the hours had stacked.
Your denta pierced his shoulder, the full-body shudder that rocked him afterward nothing but fuel to your flame. Adjoining grunt music to your receiver. Digging in deep, leaving a mark to keep the many others he presently sported company. Hard and slow, you jostled him with deep thrusts. You'd been teasing once, shallow even, though your patience continued to wear and now you restrained yourself. Focusing on the experience, keeping yourself from railing into him, missioned to draw it all out. Just another moment, another push, a millennium more.
You can't recall when you’d come together like this last, had it been decades? Centuries?
Had he sought someone else in the meantime?
The thought bred sour jealousy.
Teeth sinking deeper, a new taste coating your palette, bitter as blood could be.
An obstructed chuff drew you from your thoughts, suddenly finding yourself sick of not being able to hear his voice in full.
With the claw keeping his jaw hostage you shredded the straps of the gag on one side of his face and yanked the item from his mouth. Ripping away from his shoulder, lips sloppily connecting with his before he could dare protest. Blood mixed saliva coating your tongues, the kiss brief but harsh, tearing your mouth from his quickly, afraid it'd devolve into something else, something personal, revealing. The first few syllables of your name fell from him in the seconds following though you didn't give him time to complete the static chant, shoving him facedown without remorse. Leash forgotten, both servos coming to be tightened around his thighs, your front to his back as it had been. As you'd once dreamed it too always be. Drowning your emotions in what came next. Gearing up from a calculated plunge to ruthless abandon you stuffed yourself into him as deep as you had before, though faster, harder. No longer interested in prolonging the interaction. Adjusting to fuck him at an angle well-learned, eager for the distracting low moans the change inevitably rewarded you.
Nosing your faceplate into his back, eyes closed, drinking in the sensations, groans of your own escaping in spite of your draining thoughts. The subtle twitch of his limbs between your palms cluing you in on the nearing end. Words robbed of you, with only actions left for you to provide, you had to wonder briefly, if you were about to cry.
Pre-fluids beginning to seep from the tip of your spike, his walls slickened with it, squelching loudly with the friction of your speeding jolts; passionate violence audible throughout the space you inhabited, soaring in volume slowly, unheard by all but you and your beneficiary. Truthfully, the sneer wrinkling your expression was undeserved, the unfocused gloss painting his optics however, earned. Choosing to keep the friction alive even after you spilt, coaxed by the flex of his release around you to push on just a little longer still, despite your newest desire for an end. Clumsy, slow, still going. Still going until the overstimulation became too much, until you had no choice but to rest.
Sprawled on his back, awaiting the undoing: the coming words.
Just two words.
Two impersonal words to bring it all to a close.
"Thank you."
Transaction complete.
Rinse, repeat.
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