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You looked down at spindly fingers carefully examining your left arm.
It had recently been injured in a small accident but by now you barely felt the pain anymore, still, Faust had insisted on a last checkup, just to be sure you could safely use it again.
He had been helping you out quite a few times by now, making any ailment go away quickly.
Not just because he was an amazing doctor, but also because you genuinely enjoyed his presence, it seemed just being near him made any pain or illness feel less bad.
Aside from that you’d also occasionally met him without need for treatment, you were sure the two of you were friends, even if the man wasn’t the most talkative, he seemed to be up for a chat with you any time.
“Still hurt?” Fausts voice pulled you out of your train of thought.
You shook your head: “Nope!”
You flexed your hand to show you could move without trouble and he gave you a pleased nod, letting go of your arm.
His gaze seemed to linger a little longer on it than you’d thought it would, as if captivated by something, but he turns his head quickly just as you notice.
“Call, if problem.”
You smiled.
“I will, thanks a lot again.”
He straightened his shirt.
“Welcome.”
As he was about to shuffle towards your door to leave you called out: “Wait! Wouldn’t you like to stay for a bit? I have a cup of tea prepared if you’d like?”
The tall man stopped in his tracks to turn at you, his red eye practically gleaming at you as he gingerly tapped his fingers together.
“Yes…”, came the answer.
“Great!”
You invitingly pointed towards your sofa.
“Please take a seat while I get your cup.”
You quickly left the room to go into the kitchen, pouring a mug of somehow still hot tea.
Carrying it you entered the living room again to find your guest sat on the couch (which honestly looked tiny with him on it), his legs and torso obviously a bit too long for it, he looked comfortable enough though.
You handed him the full mug and Faust carefully took it into his own hand.
You were just thinking about sitting down beside him when you turned your head to see him lift his paper bag just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his mouth as he brought the drink to his lips.
Not realizing how much time passed, you prayed he didn’t catch you staring.
… he did.
The bag was now fully covering his face again but you swore there was the faint outline of a smirk visible.
Tilting his head you heard his deep voice: “See something, you like?”
“Err... Uhm-“, you stammered, caught completely off guard.
A blush crept onto your cheeks as you searched for a reply.
“Ah it’s uhm… Yes! … yes, you are very handsome-“
By now you were sure your face must’ve been visibly pink.
Not daring to look at him you could hear a low chuckle.
“You, handsome too.”
Your head bolted up.
So he did… find you attractive too?
Deciding to take a slight gamble you walked over to stand right in front of him, raising your hands towards his face.
You gave him more than enough time to react, to stop you if he wished, but he didn’t seem to want to, letting you reach underneath his mask to pull it up just below his nose, almost looking expectantly at you.
So you leaned in and pressed your lips softly against his. You had your eyes closed but you felt his mouth move into a smile beneath yours.
A gentle pressure appeared on your shoulders for you to realize he had started resting his hands there.
Pulling away slowly you saw the faint tinge of flushed skin under the rest of the paper on Fausts face before he straightened the bag back down, his gaze lingering on you.
One of his hands had moved upwards to cup your cheek while his bony thumb affectionately traced over your lips.
“Again?”, came the timid question.
Yes. Definitely again.
You nodded and leaned in once more, freeing his lower face for another kiss.
Big hands held the back of your head and your lower back, pulling you a little bit closer into an embrace, hearing a low hum coming from the doctors throat as you placed down your hands on his shoulders to keep balance.
The contact lasted longer this time and you felt your pulse had quickened as it ended.
Though, instead of moving away this time, you continued to place your lips on his chin, slowly going down and peppering gentle kisses over the side of his neck.
Besides the paper bag rustling back into place, you swore you heard a noise coming from him.
His head tilted to the side, invitingly presenting more of his slender neck, you gladly continued.
Curiosity getting the best of you, you carefully dug your teeth into his skin, coaxing an audible inhale as well as a surprised “Oh!”.
You paused for a second.
“You doing alright?”
A few moments passed.
“Very, yes. More… please?”
You smirked. “Gladly.”
Carefully you took the stethoscope hung around his neck off of him for better access while Faust removed the belt around his waist holding the syringe, allowing you to get comfortable on his lap without potentially injuring him or yourself.
As soon as you were straddling his thighs, you brought your full attention back to the man’s exposed neck.
Deciding to get bolder, you kept gently biting all over his skin before staying in place to suck on a sensitive spot, getting an array of muffled noises out of him, some soft gasps, others going more into the direction of grunts.
Letting go you admired the visible bruise you left, planting a small kiss on it before repeating the same thing over and over.
By the time you’re done, Faust is visibly trying to catch his breath, rib cage rising and falling underneath his baggy shirt.
Perhaps you should get that off of him.
Your fingers crept underneath the fabric, lifting it up just slightly, your face turning to look at his, waiting for permission to continue.
Having recovered just enough, Faust nodded and lifted his arms to help you get the shirt off of him.
Your hands were immediately on him, running your palms up his stomach towards his chest where you could feel his quickened heartbeat.
Feeling something under your left hand your attention fell on the scarring on the right side of his torso, gingerly placing your fingers on it.
“Is it ok if I…?”, you asked.
“…yes.”
You nodded and your fingertips started to trace over the stitching, carefully, you could feel him shiver ever so slightly underneath your touch.
Leaning down you pressed your lips gently onto the scar tissue, causing the tall man to shuffle and inhale sharply.
You gave him a concerned look.
“Is it uncomfortable?”
The paper bag rustles as he shakes his head.
“N-no… sensitive, there.”
Oh, oh .
Smirking faintly you returned your attention to the stitches, kissing them over and over again, Faust wriggling and gasping in response.
As you decided to give him a short break to catch his breath you brought your attention a bit… lower.
By now there was a very visible tent in the man’s blue pants, definitely fitting in proportion to the rest of his body.
Fingers moved underneath your shirt, returning the favor from before and freeing you of your upper clothing as well.
In no time, long, thin hands explored your body, lovingly rubbing and squeezing your chest and stomach, you were sure you had heard him mutter a breathy “soft…” at some point.
You let out a sigh, leaning into the affectionate touches.
Deciding to give Faust some attention back, you scooted away from him just enough to place your hands onto his upper thighs, fingers digging into the inner side.
He held his breath as you moved one hand further up and let out a low groan as you gave his hard-on a firm stroke, feeling it stiffen further under your touch.
You kept rubbing your palm against him through the fabric, occasionally feeling him twitch or hear a grunt, until you’re stopped by hands moving under your arms to pull you gently away from him.
Said hands moved down on you to hook into the hem of your pants, a breathy voice asking you: “Con…tinue?”
You nodded aggressively.
“Yes yes, please continue!”
Just as you uttered the words, he started to pull your pants down, discarding them to the side he continued to do the same to your underwear, admiring your nude body with a look that could only be described as enamored.
Nudging you closer towards him he tilted his head down, a tongue peeking out from underneath the bag on the man’s head.
You spread your legs a bit to encourage him to go on, to realize, it was a long tongue, very, very long .
Its tip slowly traced up your inner thigh, very set on its goal, as soon as it reached your crotch it proceeded to intensely lick and rub over all the right spots, causing you to get much louder than you’d even expected of yourself.
If it hadn’t been for Faust holding you in place, your legs would have surely given in. When he stopped just in time to not drive you over the edge yet, your genitalia was covered in saliva.
The tongue retracted as sudden as it appeared and you instead felt thin fingertips, wet with some of the spit, creeping up your behind until they pressed against an entrance.
“Mmmhh… go ahead.”
He let out a huff and carefully pushed a bony finger into you, slowly working itself up your rectum.
A second long finger soon joined, gently loosening your hole.
You felt him stroke over an especially sensitive spot, causing you to arch your back with a moan, apparently he realized what exactly happened and his fingers would now occasionally keep tracing the very same spot, sending pleasant shivers up your spine.
Retracting his fingers for a moment he quickly reinserted them, with an added third one, causing you to bite your lip lightly.
Of course he’d have to prepare you thoroughly when attempting to make that size fit.
Deciding you’d been loosened up enough, Faust removed his fingers from you, instead shuffling around somewhere beneath you.
Coming out of your small daze again, you found yourself held up slightly above Fausts lap, you looked him over, realizing he’d used the bit of time to free his erection, which was now practically right beneath you, the tip glistening with precum.
His glowing eye was expectantly fixated on you.
Oh, he’s waiting for the “OK” from you.
“Please, yes, just… go on!”
He hummed in acknowledgment, gently lowering you down on him.
You felt his wet tip press against your entrance before swiftly pushing in, the both of you groaning almost in unison.
Waiting a moment for you to adjust he then pushed further in, careful not to hurt you.
You could feel the girth of his cock stretch you out, moaning through gritted teeth at the sensation as it fills you out.
He stopped to let you both adjust, before deciding for a change in position, placing you against the sofa on your stomach while positioning himself above you.
You lifted your behind in an encouraging manner, and it seemed to have worked as soon enough you were getting penetrated once more.
Fausts stomach and chest were pressed against you while he held his own weight with one hand, the other holding onto your waist as he started to move his hips.
Starting slow, he soon enough picked up a steady pace, thrusting into you again and again.
He didn’t push himself into you completely, as any further inch would’ve been uncomfortable, so it felt just the right amount of filled up.
Louder moans started to spill from your lips as he kept hitting that specific spot inside you, which he seemed to similarly get pleasure out of, grunting every time he’d thrust against it.
His pace seemed to increase just like his panting, bending his head down to you he huffed a low “Close”, indicating his arriving climax.
You weren’t far from it either, shaking and moaning out the occasional “fuck” or “yes” as you got fucked relentlessly on the sofa.
You felt the rhythm of his thrusts get a bit erratic by now, as well as the noises coming out of his mouth getting louder.
He let out a mix of a gasp and a grunt above you, as he pushed himself in just a little further, a warm sensation starting to spread as his cum filled you.
Enough to send you over the edge as well you let out a stretched moan, waves of please washing over you before slowly fading into bliss.
You let out a small whine in protest as Faust removed himself from your slowly feeling overstimulated insides, dropping himself beside you (though legs dangling off the sofa) and wrapping his long arms around you to hold you close as you both caught your breath.
After a while of comfortable silence he stirred lightly.
“Clean, where?”
You blinked, processing the question.
“Uh, there’s towels in the bathroom, over there!”
You pointed at a nearby door.
Faust hummed and got up to slowly trot into the bathroom, returning with a slightly wet towel, cleaning you and himself up in no time before laying back down beside you, having you in his arms once more.
Pressed against his chest you felt your eyelids grow heavy.
You shifted to lift his paper bag once more for a last soft kiss before both of you fell asleep, feeling content.