Archive of Our Own

The moonlight streamed through the narrow window, casting an ethereal blue glow that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The silence in the room was delicate, almost fragile. The only sound breaking it was the soft, melodic voice of the blond man, paired with the occasional off-beat shuffling of the taller brunet, who struggled to match his companion’s graceful pace.

The room was a mockery of life, its walls were lined with deep cracks, the wallpaper peeling like the skin of rotten fruit, threatening to disintegrate with a mere touch. Surrounding them was a chaotic clutter of artwork—ruined paintings, torn papers scattered like fallen leaves, and statues left to decay in the corner of the abandoned studio, all seemingly frozen in time.

Shadows danced on the walls as the moonlight wove through the gaps in the curtains. The air between the two men was thick with the scent of lingering oil paint, mingling with Mike’s perfume—a pleasant contrast to the ruin of their surroundings. The blondes' cherubic features were illuminated by the moon’s touch, as he moved with the precision of someone who had long mastered the art of dance. Every step he took was a testament to his experience and confidence. In comparison, the brunet, taller and less accustomed to the intricacies of a waltz, moved with an awkward grace, his eyes nervously darting to his feet whenever he accidentally stepped on his companion’s shoe.

“ Mike, ” Norton's gruff voice broke the intimate silence as the brunet held the blond in a dip, supporting him effortlessly, gazing down at him with adoration. The gate to the Nether opened days ago, time didn’t exist for the two of them anymore and Norton doesn’t remember just how long they’ve spent here.

Patchwork had followed the art collector without hesitation. In his mind, Mike was his responsibility; it was only right that he should follow him wherever he went.

At first, all Norton wanted was to help Mike in his endeavors and maybe even get something out of it for himself. The fact that the connoisseur offered to pay him a pretty was just a bonus. But months of working side by side had led him to become infatuated with the blonde, watching his every move as the tips of his sun-kissed hair slowly darkened, bleeding into black. Guilt gnawed at Norton as he witnessed the slow erosion of the man he had grown so fond of. He knew that exposure to the nether slowly corrupted both body and mind—but who was he to bite the hand that fed him?

How could he dare try to stop a man so determined in his mission.

So all he did was stay, follow, and keep watch. Just like any loyal guard dog should.

Mike’s fingers, cold against the warmth of Norton’s cheek, caressed his face. The touch was welcome, even if the glow of Mike’s left eye always left Norton feeling a little nauseous—a constant reminder of his negligence. It was clear that this was more than a simple gesture; the tension between them hinting at a deeper, unspoken bond between a master and his servant.

The false moon in the window cast the same celestial blue glow, sending long, wavering shadows that seemed to mock the uncertainty of the situation that Norton had entangled himself in. Mike often spoke of finding someone—a woman he had seen in Joker’s paintings. He indulged Norton’s questions, offering answers without revealing too much. Mike was a man of mystery and allure, after all— and Norton was his just a willing audience.

As Norton gazed down at him in all his ethereal beauty,yet he couldn’t fight the chill he felt when cold tendrils coiled around his leg, a stark reminder that this man was no longer the same Mike he had known months ago. Yet , in all his altered glory, he was still Mike.

“What is it, Norton?” Its voice was the same, the movements identical, even the small gestures of affection were a perfect mirror of the man he once knew. Norton’s eyes met Mike’s—one as dark as the ‘ night ’ outside, the other as bright as the false moon in the sky.

"I'm glad I followed you," Norton murmured, steadying Mike as he helped him stand once more. His arm remained firmly wrapped around Mike's waist as he pressed a reverent kiss against the man's gloved palm. Mike watched him with a pleasant smile stretching across his face; he always loved being adored.

"I already figured you had no regrets about following me everywhere," Mike mused, his voice laced with amusement. His little puppy was always eager to wag his tail for him. Norton responded with a quiet hum, leaning into Mike’s touch.

"But I do enjoy hearing your thoughts," Mike continued, his fingers tapping lightly against the metal that attempted to mask the erosion on Norton’s face. After all, Mike wasn’t the only one corrupted by the nether. The difference was that he had learned to embrace it rather than resist, and soon, his devoted follower would do the same, just as he had promised.

They were taking a brief pause from wandering the Nether, as they’ve been moving from portal to portal since the gate had fully opened. Time flows differently here, and hunger was a distant memory—replaced by the intoxicating pull of carnal pleasure and the sweet taste of lust on each other's lips.

That rotten flower could wait while Mike indulged in the company of his beloved follower.

"Even the perverse ones," Mike whispered against Norton’s ear, his hands teasingly skimming around Norton’s belt, fingers hooking into the loops as he pulled him closer.

Norton's breath hitched as the tendril that had coiled around his leg slithered upward, pressing intently against his crotch. The feeling sent a shiver through his body, it was a thrilling surprise as they found that Mike could command these tendrils to his will.
It added a nice flavor to their sex life.

A heady mix of desire and fear surged through him, his eyes glazing over with lust as his hips instinctively ground against the teasing touch. The tendrils seemed to pulse with a life of their own, responding to Mike's will with an almost eager vigor.

Before Norton could fully bask in the sensation, Mike pushed him back onto the couch, the papers on top of it scattering to the floor as he did so. The atmosphere in the room thickened to something sensual, more primal as their gazes met one another. Mike only watched as the tendrils tightened their grip, winding around Norton’s thighs with a possessive grip, as if savoring the power they held over him. His pulse quickened, anticipation building within him as the tendrils teased and explored.

Mike stood over him, his gaze hazy and full of want, a blunt contrast to the serene smile that still graced his lips. The light filtered through the window casts an otherworldly glow on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his features and the unnatural gleam in his eye.

There was something so mesmerizing about him now, a man transformed by the Nether ’s corruption, yet here he was like a moth to a flame, completely captivated by him.

As Norton lay there, pinned by Mike's piercing stare and the relentless caress of the tendrils, he felt himself surrendering completely to the moment. His mind always struggled to hold onto the fragments of rational thoughts that remained. But it was a losing battle; erosion had seeped into every corner of his being, corrupting not just his body but his desires as well. And in that corruption, he found a twisted sense of fulfillment—a dark, all-consuming lust that only Mike could ease.

Mike's teasingly slid a hand down Norton's chest, his fingers tracing the contours of his body with careful deliberation, as if savoring every inch of him. The tendrils mirrored his movements, tightening and loosening their grip in time with his touch, amplifying the sensations until Norton was a trembling mess beneath him. The blond leaned in, his breath ghosting over Norton's ear as he whispered, "Tell me pet. How much do you want me?" His voice was a low, seductive purr, each word dripping with want. His breath tickled the shell of Norton’s ear, making him almost flinch away from the feeling as Mike firmly pressed his hand on to his clothed erection.

His mind clouded with desire and it was at this point that Norton realized that he had already crossed the point of no return. He was Mike’s ‘pet’ completely, body and soul, desperately grasping every word that came out of those lips as if it were gospel, as if he was his god.

“There are no words to describe just how much I crave you,”

Norton breathed hitched, his voice laced with longing for the blond. He didn’t struggle as the tentacles coiled around his wrists, gently binding him in place with a firm yet almost tender grip. The sensation of being held only proved to amplify his desire. His eyes locked onto Mike’s, dark and blown wide with lust, as if trying to convey the depth of his primal desire through his gaze alone. Mike knows he wasn’t chatty. Yet he understood what that gaze meant with utmost certainty.

”Flattery will get you nowhere, but I just so happen to love being complimented.” Mike smirked as he finally took a seat on his lap, legs spread against either side of his hips as he looked down upon him.  Every fiber of Norton's being yearned for the blond, an unspoken hunger that transcended words, rooted in something primordial and all-consuming.

Norton’s swallows as Mike leaned in, his lips hovering just above Norton’s, teasing, so close yet not touching, he instinctively leans forward, aching for contact, but Mike holds him there by his neck, suspended in that torturous moment of need. The tentacles binding Norton’s wrists seemed to serve as a cruel joke as Mike toyed with him.

With slow, deliberate motive, Mike finally closed the distance, his soft lips brushing against Norton’s in a whisper of a kiss that sent shivers down  his spine. The touch was delicate, but it ignited a fire inside him, a need so fierce it nearly made him shake.

Norton’s mouth parted instinctively, silently begging for more.

”Please—”

Mike obliged with a pleased hum, deepening the kiss with a slow intensity that bordered on lazy. His tongue moved with languid rhythm, and every brush, every press of his lips,  a calculated tease. Norton groaned softly, the sound muffled against Mike’s mouth as he strained against his bindings, craving the freedom to pull the blond closer. But the tendrils held him firmly in place, forcing him to submit and follow Mike’s pace.

Norton’s was head spinning as the kiss grew bolder, more demanding, Mike’s tongue tangling with Norton’s in a with a possessive need like he wanted to consume him. Each kiss sent electricity through Norton’s body, his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths as he surrendered to the sensation.

Norton’s skin burned where Mike’s hand trailed down his chest, fingers ghosting over his tie before curling into the fabric, pulling him closer. Their kisses were filled with a hunger that matched Norton’s own, but Mike remained in control, his movements deliberate, always keeping him on the edge of more.

When Mike pulled back for a breath he let out a soft chuckle at the pathetic state of his beau. Norton gazed up at him breathless and panting, to him the distance between them felt like agony. His lips burned numb from the intensity of the kiss, his mind hazy, lost in the lingering taste of his lover on his tongue.

Mike smirked, his  gaze clouded desire as he watched Norton, still bound and helpless beneath him. “Oh, you poor thing… ” he whispered, his voice low and teasing, his thumb brushing over Norton’s swollen lower lip. Pressing a kiss to his cheek as he does so.

Norton could only sigh, his voice lost, his mind full of the need to taste him again as he leaned towards his touch, desperate to have him.

Mike pressed a finger to Norton’s lips, his voice soft but full of authority. “ Ah-ah . Down, boy.” The words dripped with teasing dominance, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips as Norton obediently backed down, though not without a desperate buck of his hips against Mike’s. The contact sent a shiver through the blonde, and he couldn’t suppress the giggle that escaped his throat, a sound that was equal parts amusement and dark delight.

Norton’s eyes gleamed with a mix of hunger and anticipation as he took Mike’s finger into his mouth, his lips parting to suck against his digits. Norton kept his gaze locked on Mike’s, his expression one of complete submission mingled with eager desire, watching every move the blonde made.

Mike’s smirk deepened as he pushed his index and middle fingers into Norton’s mouth, a deliberate act of dominance. Norton’s tongue swirled around the digits, his breath hot and ragged as he sucked on them, tasting the faint salt of Mike’s skin. His hips twitches involuntarily, craving for more,  more of that delicious friction, but the tentacles that held him in place forbid him from fulfilling his will, only raising his frustration and desire.

As he watched him, Mike’s other hand moved with practiced ease, guiding a few obedient tentacles to assist in undressing his own body. The dark, curving limbs slid over his skin, peeling away his clothes with an almost adoring touch. Norton’s heart raced with each piece of clothing that was removed revealing more of Mike’s pale skin, bathed in the dim light that filled the room.

Norton watched with lust-blown eyes as Mike’s shirt slipped off his shoulders, his fingers still trapped in his mouth, slick with saliva. The tentacles continued their work, their movements slow, almost teasing as they slid down Mike’s torso, unbuttoning his pants and peeling them away inch by inch. Norton could feel the blood rush to his head,  his body straining against the  bonds that held him, desperate to reach out, to touch, to feel the cold of Mike’s skin beneath his own.

The blonds gaze never wavered, his eyes half lidded- dark and knowing, fully aware of the effect he has on Norton. He bloomed in the power he held, in the way Norton was so utterly at his mercy, reduced to nothing more than a trembling, needy mess beneath him. 

 Mike pulled his fingers from Norton’s mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting them as he withdrew. Norton’s lips were parted in a silent whimper, eyes pleading for more, but Mike only chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate. He leaned in close, his breath warm against Norton’s ear as he whispered, “Patience, pup . I’ll reward your loyalty in due time. ”

As the last of his clothing fell away, Mike’s naked form was fully revealed, and the tentacles, now free from their task, began to slither towards Norton, teasingly brushing against his face, promising pleasures yet to come.

The appendage moved with a mind of their own, delicate yet firm as they pulled at Norton’s clothes, unbuttoning his shirt with ease. With each flick of a button, each slow unveiling of fabric made Norton’s breaths grow heavier as he felt the cool brush of air against his skin. His muscles tensed under the careful ministrations, knowing that Mike was watching—every move, every reaction, every tremble of anticipation.

Mike settled himself on Norton’s lap once more, his weight grounding him as his knees pressed firmly into the cushions for balance. As he sits there with effortless grace, using Norton’s thighs as leverage as he observes the tantalizing spectacle unfolding before him. The tentacles obeyed his silent commands, moving with eerie elegance as they stripped Norton bare, piece by piece. Mike’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk.

Norton’s shirt slipped open, the fabric sliding away to reveal the contours of his chest, his skin warm and flushed so prettily. Mike’s fingers trailed down the exposed flesh, drawing invisible patterns with feather-light touches that sent sparks of electricity through Norton’s being. Each touch was deliberate, teasing him, as if Mike was savoring each moment, drawing it out to prolong Norton’s agony.

His hand lingered over Norton’s chest, tracing the line of his collarbones before dipping lower, fingers grazing the taut muscles of his abdomen.

Leaning closer, Mike placed a soft, lingering kiss just against Norton’s heart, the touch tender yet filled with unspoken promise. Norton’s breath flattered at the gesture, the warmth of Mike’s lips a sharp contrast to the cool air around them. But that tenderness was short lived as Mike’s teeth scraped over Norton’s skin, the delicate kisses turned into bites that left small, angry marks in their wake. Each bite sent a shiver through Norton’s body, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that left him completely at the blond's mercy.

Mike’s mouth worked its way lower, trailing kisses and nips down Norton’s chest, his breath hot against his skin. His tongue flicked out, teasing against his nipple, before his teeth followed with a sharp, playful bite. Norton’s body jerked beneath him, hips twitching involuntarily as a soft groan escaped his lips. The tentacles tightened  around his arms and legs, reminding him to stay in his place, their grip just firm enough to inform him Mike was still in charge right now and escape wasn’t an option —not that he wanted to .

Norton’s mind slipped further into the haze of desire, his thoughts blurring as Mike’s touch consumed him. The way Mike’s body pressed against his, the way the tentacles explored and prodded with his fingers—it was all too much, and yet just not enough. Norton’s skin tingles everywhere Mike’s lips touched, and a deep, primal need stirred within him, urging him to take control once more.

”Mike- please no more games.”

Mike looked up with his lips hovered just above Norton’s navel, his breath warm and teasing against his skin.  “What games? I’m just playing with my food.” he murmured, his voice low and velvety, sending another wave of impatience coursing through the brunette. His fingers trailed lower as he unzipped his pants finally freeing his erection. Norton lets out a sigh of relief as Mike pressed a kiss on his aching cock. 

He placed his hands firmly on either side of Norton’s thighs, his fingers digging into his flesh just enough to anchor him in place. Without breaking eye contact, Mike's tongue darted out, tracing a slow, deliberate line from the base of Norton’s cock up to the sensitive tip. The touch was painstakingly slow, each flick of his tongue sending jolts of pleasure through Norton’s body. Mike’s gaze remained locked on Norton's face, watching every reaction the man had.

Norton’s head fell back, his lips parting in a soft groan, Mike took this as an opportunity as his tongue swirled around the head, teasing the most sensitive spot, his lips curling into a wicked smile at the way Norton’s hips jerked in response.

”Oh fuck-!”

 The sounds Norton made—a mixture of gasps and needy moans—sounded divine, urging Mike on and filling him with need as he opened his mouth, taking Norton in, inch by inch, using his saliva soaked fingers to prod into his lover's insides as he does so. Causing Norton to moan in surprise as Mike bobbed his head in rhythm while pressing directly against his prostate, rubbing smooth circular motions as he stretched him out for what he had in mind for the night.

The blond moved with precision, his eyes never leaving Norton’s face, drinking in every reaction like a parched man. The heat of his mouth felt addicting to Norton, his lips sliding down in a perfect, fluid motion until Mike’s nose was pressed against his pubes. The tight sensation of Mike’s throat constricting around him, the wet heat, the way his lips were so snug around the base of his dick, it was enough to drive Norton insane. His grits his teeth as his body tensed, taking all of his strength to resist the overwhelming urge to buck his hips into Mike’s mouth. Reminding himself to behave.

Mike's throat constricts around Norton’s length, whining as swallowed around him. The vibrations sent sparks of pleasure through Norton as his hands curled into fists. Mike began to move then, pulling back ever so slowly, letting Norton feel every inch of his withdrawal before sinking back down again,somehow even deeper this time.

Norton’s breaths grew ragged, each exhale coming out as a strained groan as his hips shifted, seeking more of that delicious warmth but Mike remained in complete control. His pace varied, switching between slow, teasing kitty licks against his frenulum that left Norton trembling, or taking him in his mouth and working his fingers inside of him in a pace that sent him skirting over the edge of orgasm but never close enough to fall. 

Mike’s throat tightened once more as he took Norton all the way in, his nose pressed against Norton’s pelvis, and he held there, savoring the way Norton’s thighs trembled beneath him. The room filled with the deep, breathless sounds of Norton’s pleasure, the air growing thick with the scent of sweat and arousal.

Pulling back slowly, Mike released him with a soft, wet pop, his lips glistening with drool as he wiped the corner of his mouth. Norton’s chest heaved, his body trembling with the effort of being constantly edged. Mike smirked, his thumb brushing over the head of Norton’s shaft, teasing one last jolt of pleasure from him before he whispered,

“You already know by now that we’re far, far from finished.”

Norton nods, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth as all he could manage was a meek nod, trying to catch his breath.

Mike couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up as he looked down at Norton, who lay beneath him, so pliant, so submissive, it excited him to see his body trembling with barely contained need. There was something truly adorable about him like this.. With a mischievous smile, Mike leaned down to plant a slow, teasing kiss on Norton’s lips, his fingers tracing along the edge of his jaw as he straddled his lover’s lap.

Norton’s cock pressed against Mike’s slick entrance, the heat between them building with every second. Norton bucked his hips instinctively, seeking more of that sweet friction that had him dizzy with need, and Mike mewling softly in response. The sounds that spilled from Norton’s lips only fueled his desire, making Mike’s own breath hitch with growing impatience.

"Mike, please—I need..." Norton’s voice merely a broken whisper, the plea hanging in the air as his eyes glazed with desperation. His hips moved restlessly beneath Mike, chasing after the pleasure that felt so agonizingly close, but still just out of reach.

Mike shushed him with a gentle press of his finger against his lips, his smirk widening as he gazed down at Norton, who looked up at him with pleading eyes, brows furrowed so cutely just for him. Norton’s need was clear, his body tense and trembling, as if he might break from any more of Mike’s torturous teasing. His cock throbbed against his entrance, dripping with pre-cum, desperate to be buried inside him.

“I know what you need, pup ,” Mike teased, his voice soft as he beckoned one of his tentacles, the dark, curving appendage slithering toward them at his silent command. “But you know, don’t think I didn’t notice how much you struggled in your binds…” Mike’s smirk stretched into something sadistic, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Seems to me like you need a little reminder of who’s really in charge here.”

A depraved glimmer danced in Mike’s eyes as he guided the tentacle between them, its slick surface gliding over Norton’s sensitive skin until it found its target—Norton’s stretched, needy asshole. The tentacle was quite thin, but its purpose was clear, pressing gently inside him with determination to find that sweet spot—the one that would send Norton spiraling into bliss. And when it brushed against his prostate, Norton’s body jerked with a sharp gasp, his eyes flying open as pleasure overtook him.

Norton’s face contorted, his mouth falling open as he let out a shaky breath. Mike watched with cruel delight as the tentacle moved inside him, applying just the right amount of pressure to that spot that had Norton struggling beneath him.

“F-fuck—” Norton choked out, his voice a mix of surprise and overstimulated pleasure.

“Such a filthy mouth!” Mike teased, giggling playfully as he slowly sank down on Norton’s cock, the head stretching him open his thighs trembled as he lowered himself, feeling the thick length of Norton’s cock fill him completely. Mike’s breath hitched as he bottomed out, his body trembling with the sensation of being stretched so perfectly. His own cock leaking on Norton's abdomen.

Norton groaned, his head falling back against the cushions as Mike’s warmth enveloped him.  Every sensation blurred together—Mike’s tight heat around him, the rhythmic pressure from the tentacle. He was getting lightheaded, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.

Mike giggled softly, his hands resting on Norton’s chest for balance as he shifted his hips, finding a steady rhythm that made both of them gasp. Each rise and fall of his body sent waves of pleasure chasing them, Norton’s cock twitching inside him as Mike rode him with languid ease.

“You look so good, honey,” Mike purred, his voice dripping with honey hued praise as he circled his hips, alternating the speed and depth of his movements. His eyes sparkled with pride as he watched Norton’s head loll back, his eyes rolling as his mouth hung open in a silent moan. The investigator, once so proud and composed, completely going undone beneath him—reduced to a pathetic trembling, desperate mess, chasing every thrust, every flicker of pleasure Mike allowed.

His name on his lips like a prayer.

“Good enough to eat,” Mike continued, his lips brushing against Norton’s jaw as he leaned in, biting down an angry mark on the tender skin just below his ear. Norton groaned, his body arching into the touch, his hands scrambling for purchase on Mike’s hips.

Mike’s pace quickened, the tentacle inside Norton moving in perfect tandem with his thrusts, pressing against his prostate just as Norton’s cock buried itself deeper inside him. The steady rhythm had Norton teetering on the edge of oblivion, each movement driving him closer to the precipice of release until he couldn’t hold on anymore.

Norton’s breath hitched as he closed his eyes and with a heavy groan his seed painted his lover's entrance, his entire body tensing as he rode his high. But Mike, with that same wicked grin, wasn’t ready to stop just yet.  Mike’s moans breathless, the sound of his pleasure filling the room as his control over the tentacles slowly wavered as he lost himself to the pleasure. The appendages that had once bound Norton loosened, just enough for him to break free. With a low growl of hunger, Norton’s hands immediately latched onto Mike’s hips, pulling him down onto his cock with renewed urgency.

All sense of dignity had long since vanished. Norton’s movements were primal, relentless—he was using Mike’s body like a fleshlight, thrusting up into him with a ferocity bordering on animalistic. His mouth descended on Mike’s soft skin, his tongue and teeth attacking the unmarred flesh with bruising bites, painting purple marks in their wake. Each bruise was a declaration of his need, his worship, the evidence of his loyalty that had completely consumed him.

Mike’s head lolled back, his lips parted in a silent scream as Norton’s cock pounded into him. The mixture of pleasure and the raw, unrestrained intensity was overwhelming, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop it. Even when the pace became borderline brutal, edging into pain, he welcomed the heat that it bought, craving it, needing it. Norton’s moans were ragged, blending with the sound of skin slapping against skin, their bodies locked in a frantic rhythm.

Mike was caught like a fly in a trap at his lover’s embrace, his own cock trapped between their bodies. Each brutal slam of Norton’s hips sent him keening — pleasure racking his head as his growing sensitivity made it difficult to keep up with him. His cock ached, straining against the friction between their bodies as the couch frame groaned under their weight. Mike gripped the couch’s edge for balance, his fingers digging into the polished wood, nails scratching deep marks into its surface. His control was slipping through his fingers as pleasure mixed with pain until he was no longer sure where one sensation ended and the other began in a sweet dance of ecstasy.

“Slow— slow down, oh fuck —Norton, darling —” Mike tried to speak, his voice breathless and broken, but the words were swallowed by a needy moan as Norton yanked him down by the hair.

Their lips crashed together in a sloppy, desperate kiss, tongues tangling as Norton devoured him, pouring every ounce of his pent-up lust into the sensual exchange. Mike whimpered into his mouth, his body trembling with need as he felt Norton’s arm snake around his waist, holding him impossibly close. Norton’s grip was unyielding, pulling him down over and over as his hips snapped upward, the thrusts deep and punishing.

Mike had lost all semblance of his previous power. Now, he was the one submitting, his body at Norton’s mercy as he broke above him. His eyes fluttered shut as tears of pleasure fell from his cheeks, his breaths coming in desperate gasps of air. Norton’s relentless thrusts wracked his body, and all Mike could do was cling to him, his tears mingling with the sheen of sweat on his skin. It was his turn to be dominated, to be reduced to nothing more than a vessel for Norton’s insatiable lust.

“Fuck—Norton, please—” Mike’s voice sounded wrecked, barely audible between the gasps and groans spilling from his lips. But Norton wasn’t showing any signs stopping. He couldn’t. His need was too overwhelming, his body running on the pure primal instinct of breeding him.

With a soft growl, Norton shifted their position, laying Mike ’s back flat against the couch cushion, his body trembling beneath him. One of Mike’s legs hooked over Norton’s shoulder, leaving him spread and vulnerable, perfectly angled for Norton’s thrusts to hit even deeper. Norton’s eyes darkened with want as he stared down at his lover, his palm pressing firmly against Mike’s abdomen. His fingers spread wide over the taut skin, feeling the way his cock drove deep inside, knowing he was buried as far as he could go.

Mike’s eyes screwed shut, as his back arched off the couch. His body responding to every raw, primal thrust as Norton’s breathing grew harsh and ragged, his face inches from Mike’s as he pounded into him with everything he had, driven by sheer, desperate need.

The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, echoing alongside Norton’s worn breaths. His rhythm became more erratic, and yet he couldn’t stop—he didn’t want to. Every fiber of his being craved the feeling of Mike squirming beneath him, gasping and moaning, his once powerful lover now reduced to a trembling, exquisite mess under him.

Mike’s vision blurred, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes as his hand reached out, grasping onto Norton’s arm, his fingers digging into his skin almost drawing blood.

“Please, Norton—” he begged again, his voice barely above a whisper, but even as he pleaded, his body betrayed him, thrusting back against Norton, silently begging for more.

Norton’s hand gripped his lover’s throbbing cock, timing each pump perfectly with the rhythm of his thrusts. His second orgasm loomed close, riding the edge of over-stimulation as he watched Mike writhe beneath him, the sound of his name slipping from those bruise-kissed lips like a prayer. The sheer desperation in Mike’s voice, the way he gasped and clung to him, that was all it took to push Norton over the edge the second time, groaning low and deep as his hips stuttered against Mike’s trembling form.

Norton’s hand never faltered, continuing to stroke Mike’s weeping cock relentless in making sure his lover reached his own high. Mike’s own release came soon after white ropes of his essence splattering against his flushed skin. A long, needy whine tore from his throat as he fell apart so beautifully beneath Norton’s unrelenting touch, his body spasming at the wake of his orgasm.

But Norton wasn’t done yet. His hand continued its relentless assault on Mike’s oversensitive cock, squeezing and stroking even as Mike’s body jerked beneath him. Mike’s voice turned frantic, his lips parting in broken moans as the over-stimulation became too much— painful even. His hand shot out, tapping desperately at Norton’s arm, his head shaking in furious protest. “N-No more,” he pleaded, biting his bottom lip, as he attempts and fails in trying to pull away from Norton’s solid grip.

Finally, Norton relented, releasing his lover’s aching cock and watching as Mike’s body shook with the aftermath of their deed. He watched the rise and fall of Mike’s chest, his breaths ragged as he struggled to come down from the intense high. Norton’s eyes softened as he admired the pretty mess he had made of Mike—the flushed cheeks, his glassy glazed-over eyes, the way his skin glistened with sweat and his chest heaved with exertion.

Carefully, he gathered Mike into his arms, lifting his lithe frame as though he weighed nothing and pulled him close. Norton settled Mike on his lap once more, still buried deep inside him, savoring the warmth and the quiet intimacy that filled the space between them. For a moment, the world stilled, replaced by a tender calm. Norton held him close, pressing gentle kisses to his tear-streaked cheeks, his lips ghosting over every bruise and mark he had left in his fit of lust.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured softly between each kiss, his voice low and adoring, as though he were apologizing to a deity.

Mike let out a breathless giggle at the tender display of affection, his arms wrapping around Norton’s neck as he leaned into the touch. The warmth of their shared moment settling over them like a blanket, Mike’s body melts, content in the aftermath of their passion. Norton buries his face in the crook of Mike’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of vanilla, and citrus,  as he holds him close. He listened to the rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat against his chest in a moment of pure satisfaction.

However, just as Norton thought the night might end in this peaceful calm, Mike shifts in his lap, his breath tickling Norton’s ear. A mischievous glint flickered in his half-lidded eyes, his lips curling into a lazy, satisfied smirk.

“…Wanna go again?” Mike’s voice was a soft purr, teasing yet filled with arousal.

Norton groaned into his neck, his body responding immediately despite the exhaustion that weighed on his limbs. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to Mike’s temple.

"You're insatiable ," he murmured, but the fire in his eyes said he was more than willing to oblige to whatever his God wishes.