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I look around as I rest my arms on the counter. "A tequila please." The bartender nods and slides my drink over to me. My eyes scan over the crowd; people dancing around, grinding on each other and singing along. A smile comes to my face. It's been a while since I've been able to enjoy a 'normal' night like this. Since the experiment it's been...difficult. My wings would sometimes appear at the most unfortunate moments. My wings also just so happened to be sensitive. As if summoned I feel my wings twitch under my jacket. I reach out for the tequila and bring the glass to my lips, letting the spicy liqiud run down my throat, leaving behind a pleasant burning sensation. Quite some glasses later my thoughts are racing as I dance between the many people. Many hot, sweaty body's pressing against mine, so many attractive people that make my heart pound just that little bit faster. Yet the only person on my mind, between the fuzz the alcohol causes, is Alex Sarkov. Sure, he's a fucking asshole and I could strangle him. Yet at the same time he's quite stunning. It's infuriating. Before I am fully aware what I'm doing I'm standing outside, clutching my jacket under my arm, and walking. I'm not even sure where I'm headed. No, I do have a feeling. Him. I'm going to him.
I raise my hand and knock on the door, the sound awfully loud in my ringing ears. I hear footsteps nearing and the door opens. "Y/n? What on earth are you doing here?" His voice seems to float around in my mind, instantly sending a wave of calmth over me. "I just wanted to see you. Can I come in?" I vaguely hear my voice slurring, and my head spins. Alex opens the door further and nods. "Yeah, come in." I step inside, almost tripping as my foot gets stuck behind the step. Alex catches me, my face scarily close to his. His sweet scented perfume hit me, the scent awfully fitting for him. "Are you alright? You're quite red, perhaps you should get some sleep." I hesitantly nod. I don't want to leave his arms... "Alright, let's get you up." It's only when I look around that I recognize the surroundings. "Alex, why were you still in the clinic?" He turns to face me again as he puts my jacket on a chair and we walk into the room with the tables. He frowns. "Just... work." I hum as he places me down on a table. "Now, you go to sleep." His hand cups my face and his thumb stokes softly over my cheek. My heart races, and my wings decide to make their entree.
My wings spread and surround both me and Alex. He lets out a surprised sound and looks at me questioning. "Right, you were the one that still needed the cure. A shame really, your wings are beautiful. Just like you." Heat flows to my cheeks as his fingers carefully stroke my feathers. My wings flutter at the unexpected contact. I bite my lip to stop the low moan that threatens to leave my mouth. His fingers twirl a feather between them and another gasp bubbles up in my throat. However I can't prevent the small sound from leaving my lips. Alex's eyes flash to mine, and his movements pause before a grin comes to his face. "What was that hmm?" My face feels so very hot as his gaze burns into me. "Nothing?" "No, I'm sure I heard something it sounded like..this." He abruptly rubs a feather between his fingertips and another moan echos through the room. The grin on his face widens and he doesn't stop his movements until I'm trembling from just his touch on my wings. "Well, it truly is a shame. I'm going to give you the cure now, lay down for me." I slowly do as he says, my wings pressing into my back as I lay down.
Alex returns with an injection and he grabs my arm. "This might sting, but I'm sure the alcohol will numb it." He inserts the injection and for a moment I don't feel it at all. Then a surging heat spreads across my body, to my back and into my wings. I feel myself scream but I don't hear it. I see Alex watching me before I black out.
I open my eyes and am greeted by Alex standing over me. "Well goodmorning sleeping beauty, most of the alcohol numbed you even before I put it in." I frown before my eyes widen. "Sorry, what?! What did we-" My sentence gets cut off as Alex starts laughing. "The cure silly." "Oh. Okay.." "Though I guess that was quite fortunate, I wouldn't have liked seeing you in pain, you are my favorite after all." I raise my eyebrows. "Your favorite? Of all?" He nods and smiles. "Ofcourse. You are such a beauty, your wings only added to that. You looked so sweet and innocent with them." My cheeks feel warm and Alex seems to be studying my every movement, every reaction to him. My eyes trail down to my arms, which are tied to the table. I look back up at him and move my wrists just enough to make the chains rattle.
"Did you really need to tie me down?" He nods. "I always do, I don't need any of my experiments causing ruckus when I need them to behave." My eyes widen a bit but I manage to let it go unnoticed. "You know, that sounds quite kinky." I look up at him once more, trying my hardest to keep calm. He looks away for a bit before turning back and sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers sliding over my held down wrists. His eyes meet mine and a certain shimmer is visible. "But from the way you look right now, you don't mind it one bit." This time I don't have enough self control to stop the whimper I let out, a smirk painting his face as he studies my features again. "See, that's exactly what I'm talking about." His intense gaze is enough to make me feel like my body is gonna burn up. A sudden rush of adreneline lets me fire back at him. "Hmmm, not I definately do not mind being tied down by such a dashing man. Really makes you wonder what else he could do, doesn't it?" Now he's the one who's cheeks redden. His fingers trail further upwards, slowly moving over to my shoulder and my neck.
"What exactly do you wonder about?" I think for a second. Honestly I never thought this would ever happen outside my dearest, filthiest fantasies. But I guess now that I finally have the chance it does no harm to go for it. "How you would feel. Your touch on me, your skin on mine. Your lovely face and the pretty sounds you'd make. That's all. Your turn now." His cheeks have slowly turned a dark shade of red. "My turn?" Now I grin at him, taking in his flustered features. "What do you wonder? Your fantasies?" His eyes widen and I swear I fell inlove with him even more. "Well, I always wondered how amazing you'd look tied down underneath me, marked by me all over your pretty body while you beg for me with tears in your eyes." I softly gasp as I visualize his words, imagining exactly how he fantasized about me. There is no more awkwardness, or even nervousness. That stage has been left behind. His touch is still on my neck, his thumb moving along my jaw. Alex moves closer until his face is so close to mine. "You're so cute when you're flustered, did you know that? It only makes me want you more." Another soft gasp leaves me as I crane my neck up, trying to connect our lips but he moves away. "Already so needy, angel?" "Do you have any idea how fucking long I've waited for this? Too long. So, either you are going to kiss me right now or I'm gonna have to ask you to untie me, Sarkov." He frowns. "Well damn, there's no need for that.."
He climbs on top of me carefully, his legs resting on either side of my thighs as he leans over me; his lips grazing mine before he finally kisses me. His lips feel softer and better than I could have ever imagined. He softly gasps and I slide my tongue inside, moving my head slightly for better acces. The long wait for this final moment makes desperation and want overwhelm most of my other senses as I grind my hips up into Alex. He lets out a lovely sound that basically forces me to do it again, to create friction to make the man above me feel good. Even though I'm tied down under him, fully in his mercy, I still want to make him feel good. I want him to make those sounds for me. I want him, no I need him. He sits back up, one of his hands gripping my waist to stop my movements. I look at him, batting my eyelashes as he frowns. "You're not the one in control angel, don't try to be." I grind my hips up once more. "But I like the sounds you make. I want you to feel good." He smiles, his right hand moving to grip my neck. "You already please me by letting me do this, angel. Now just let me make you feel good."
Alex moves his lips down to my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin before he lightly sucks. My back arches up into him as I stretch my neck to give him more room to mark me. His kisses and bites move along my neck down to my collarbone, bitemarks and hickeys littering my skin. He stops once more. "Can I?" I frantically nod. "Oh please sir~ Just touch me, do whatever you want with me." His eyes widen again and he lets out a low groan at the nickname. He moves to the side, much to my confusion, and returns with a knife. He raises the knife to the collar of my shirt and cuts the fabric open, a faint red line from the point on my skin. He throws the fabric to the side and returns to marking my chest and stomach. His hands move up and down my sides, softly digging his painted nails into me. He seems to be enjoying the sounds he forces out of me because at every sound or twitch he gets more confident. His bites get harsher and his touch gets needier. When he gets to my v-line he lets the knife linger on my skin for just a bit longer, pressing the blade into me just that little bit harder, before he cuts open my shorts and boxers in one go. His eyes stay on my dick for a few seconds before he grins and looks back up at me.
I try to sit up a bit to see what he's going to do, but my restraints stop me. The ungodly moan I let out at the sensation of his tongue on my cock echos through the room, my eyes threatening to roll back when he sucks at the tip before taking all of me down his throat. He lets out a few gags, his tongue swirling around the shaft while he slowly moves his head up and down. I try to look again and somehow I moaned even louder. How perfect he looked; taking all of me and still keeping his shining brown eyes fixated on me. I bite my lip to silence the sounds that leave me at any movement of him before he stops. "Angel, don't silence yourself. I want to hear you." I whimper as the tone of his voice seemed to have dropped a bit, sounding huskier than before. I hastily nod and he goes back to work. His mouth wraps around my cock again, sucking lewdly. His eyes still don't leave me as I let out such filthy sounds I never could've imagined I could make. I feel my orgasm rapidly approaching at his skillfull mouth, bucking my hips up to get there faster. Right when I'm about to crash over the edge he removes his mouth again and moves back up my body. He rips off his remaining clothes until he's fully naked above me. A pathetic whine leaves my mouth before Alex presses a finger over my mouth to silence my pleas. He leans over to the cabinet and grabs a bottle of lube out of it. He squirts a generous amount on his palm and rubs it over my cock before he presses his fingers inside of him. He lets out low groans as his fingers move inside of himself to prepare for me. I stare wide-eyed at the wonderful sight on top of me. After what feels like too long he removes his fingers and moves to allign my cock to his ass. He sinks down a bit and I watch how my dick slowly dissapears in the gorgeous redhead. He stays still for a bit, his hands clutching my chest in an attempt to steady himself. He carefully starts moving himself up and down, lightly throwing his head back at the feeling of me filling him up so nicely. I grind my hips up to meet his thrust and he lets out a lovely moan as my cock hits his prostate. I grin and keep my thrusts steady to meet his. His eyes roll to the back of his head and I see his dick twitch. "Mmmhh~ You're close?" I manage to say inbetween moans. Alex opens his eyes and looks at me hazily before he nods and moves forward to remove the handcuffs. As soon as they're freed my hands quickly move to grip his hips, holding him up as his moans get higher. I feel my own orgasm approaching rapidly and I try to warn him. Not long after our climaxes hit us like a crashing wave and we moan in unison while we ride out our highs. His hips stutter and he lets himself collapse forwards; my hands keeping him from not collapsing all his weight onto me. I laugh and press a kiss against his jaw.
"Alex?" I ask, softly stroking his hair out of his face. He hums. "Does this mean you will stay by my side?" Alex nods. "Yes darling, I will stay with you."