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Z couldn’t bring himself to look at Regect for days, plagued by memories of the night he made him scream in ecstasy. His voice was gone the next day, which of course Regect goaded over every chance he got. Every snide comment added fuel to the anger building in him. He didn't like having his pride broken or his ego questioned. He certainly didn't like how some late nights he'd be so horny he couldn't sleep until he made himself cum on his fingers, biting hard into his pillow to not make a sound. He wouldn't give that motherfucker the satisfaction of hearing what he did to him.
His hunger couldn't be satisfied. It’d been a week and Z had gotten to a snapping point. The slightest remark from Regect would have him biting back like a feral dog fighting for scraps. Thank fuck, Moe had gone to hang out with msak_ and Ptolemy for the day because Z was about to explode.
It was little pinpricks all day, edging him closer and closer to losing it. Regect knew what he was doing and he was doing it well. Z doesn't even remember what the final straw was, just that he was yelling at the top of his lungs and beating his fists on him. Before he could process a damn thing, Regect grabbed his wrists and wrestled him to the ground. Z immediately knew he would never live down the lewd sound it stole from him. He panted feeling Regect push him into a position where he had the best leverage to press himself against his pussy. Z didn’t dare move.
“Ahh,” Regect teased. “All bark and no bite?”
“Fuck you,” Z spat, heat nearly blinding him.
“Is that a request?”
Z flipped him both birds despite Regect still having them pinned to his sides. He grinned feeling Z squirm under him.
“I’m not even gonna dignify that with a response.”
Regect grinded against him rhythmically. “How bout now?”
Z felt his vagina pulse in response. He turned his head away with shame and grit his teeth.
“You've been acting weird ever since our little bet. Why is that?”
He forced himself to swallow when the memories played in his mind. He clenched his jaw, throbbing driving him mad.
“It wasn't just the vibrator you liked, was it?” Regect teased.
Z couldn't help his hips leaning into his grind. His lower half felt impossibly hot. “I don’t know what you're talking about.”
“It’s a simple question.”
God dammit, he was already getting wet. Maybe if he kept denying long enough the grinding could get him off in secret. “Anyone would have that reaction to a vibrator with the power of fucking Thor in it.”
Regect chuckled proudly. “Oh, is that it?”
“Obviously. Dumbass.”
“Mmm,” Regect sang, hips rubbing Z in circles. “I bet I could get you off without it.”
Z barked out a laugh and turned his head to face him. “With you and what? You don't have anything!”
To Z’s absolute horror, Regect grew a golden eye with black scaleras. Then, a mouth that grins to reveal golden fangs and a pointed, long, black tongue.
“Since when could you do that?” Z chokes out. The grin sharpens.
“Always. What else do you think I can grow?”
His gut twisted in anticipation of what that could mean. He even caught himself looking down at said possibility.
“Hey, my eye is up here.” Regect joked
“I’m gonna kill you-“ Z snapped, instinctively trying to throw punches despite his restraints. Stubborn as ever, he thrashed under his hold to try to get any hit he could. Unfortunately for him, Regect pinned him back down harshly and stole a moan he certainly wasn't proud of. Regect looked down at him with amusement.
“First time I've seen you turn down a bet,” he teased.
Z breathed heavily. “I didn't turn down shit.”
“So is that a deal?”
Z went silent. His pussy throbbed. He wanted it so bad. His ego was loud but his lust was so much louder. “Shut up and fuck me.”
He didn't need to be told twice. Regect held him down, forearm pinned across his chest. With his other hand Z’s jeans and boxers pulled past his knees, Regect shifting onto his left knee to get leverage to rip them clean off. Regaining his position between his legs, he lifted Z’s hips up, curling his spine towards the ceiling. Holding him in the air, the entity spread his lips and spat on his entrance a few times. Z twitches each time feeling the lukewarm spit touch him. He was expecting it to be hot, which only made him twinge with surprise, hand grabbing onto the arm holding him down.
His hips were laid down rather gently, fingers messing with his entrance to tease little bits of urgency into him. Without warning, he plunged two fingers into him, wriggling through his unprepared insides. Muscles involuntarily clenched and cut off his groans, something he was thankful for. Z made sure every last noise caught in his throat. Regect was relentless, worming his freakishly long fingers as far as his knuckles would allow. Then, he drug them out, curving along the way. A wicked grin plastered onto Regect’s face feeling his insides twitch around him when he dragged across that special spot. immediately he moved back and forth, antagonizing the poor man under him.
Z refused to look at him as the noises he made threatened to get past his barriers. Still, he grit his teeth and clenched his jaw shut but the rise and fall of his chest gave away his true feelings. Regect continued at a torturously slow pace, aiming to watch him unravel trying to dodge that high. He never looked away from Z, knowing how being watched got to him. No matter how hard Z tried to avoid acknowledging his stare he still saw it from his peripherals. Even when he couldn't see it, he could feel it. His attention drew to it like a moth to a flame.
Maybe he could focus on something else. Distract himself from the watchful stare and the fingers caressing him so sweetly. His mind trailed off to latch onto something, the first thing he noticed- his hand holding onto Regect’s arm. That could work. Z grazed his fingers across the entity’s skin. Or was it fur? It felt like both. Weird, thick, velvety. Surprisingly soft. It was almost pleasant to touch, which he hadn’t stopped doing.
Regect noticed. He couldn't let him get distracted that easily. He quickened his pace, grinning when Z was torn from his thoughts with strangled breaths and barely gyrating hips. His grip on Regect’s arm stiffened, letting him know his focus was shattered. Heat rushed to his face, feeling how demeaning of a situation he was in. He silently cursed his clit for giving in so easily.
Regect knew he could be cruel and make those beautiful sounds unavoidable, so he did. He folded his legs, wedging himself under Z’s hips and arched his low back to get even more leverage on his g-spot while putting himself a position of control. His fingers overwhelmed Z’s sensitive flesh at this vulnerable angle, pleasure forcing his mouth open in humiliating ways. His face burned with embarrassment hearing the way he moaned. Z’s grip on his arm fled to push against Regect’s chest, cursing at the stimulation running through his nerves.
There was no way he was about to lose to this guy’s fingers. That’d be even worse than the vibrator. His hips wavered around trying to lessen the impact. Regect didn't bother chasing after him, continuing knowing that as long as he was in him he was winning. Z’s eyes tried endlessly to squeeze shut but he forced them open, refusing to give up the little amount of dignity it gave him. Regect slowly titled his head back little by little, keeping his eyes locked onto Z. Pride filled his eye, teasing the little bit Z had left. It twisted at Z’s stomach. He was rubbing salt on his wounds.
Z felt it rushing towards him. He erupted into a jerking movement, banging his hand on Regect’s chest. Regect doesn't budge, getting at his g-spot consistently. He hummed lowly, knowingly. Z’s moans quickened, desperation tearing through his vocal chords. The understanding that he would not make it out of this as a winner quickly dawned on him. Despite his best wishes, Z’s eyes drifted to Regect. They held each other’s gaze for a mere moment.
“…Shit.” Z choked.
His eyes shut as tightly as he could. A few more seconds of fingers plunging into him and orgasm barreled through his body, making him stiffen and shout out a pathetic moan. The fingers continued throughout his orgasm, amplifying the feeling relentlessly. The bastard drew it out as long as the human body would allow, the moans spewing from him feeding his power trip. The hand on his chest dug into a fist as Z rode out the orgasm, until his body collapsed and he devolved into pants.
Regect watched him for a moment, eyes still closed. Once he decided he had seen enough of him, the entity scooted down and took his hips into his hands, pining him in such a way that his hips tilted up slightly. Without any more break, his mouth took him, using that tongue on his sensitive flesh and tasting the orgasm leaking from his hole. Z gasped and jerked around from the stimulation but couldn't achieve much movement, held in place by the hands around his hips. The tongue greedily dragged and lapped at his flesh, slight roughness amplifying the feeling. Z banged his fists onto the floor and groaned deeply, louder than he felt good about.
Regect stopped and pushed himself up to look at Z from between his legs, who dared to peek his eyes open from the absence. “Do you want to stop?”
Z shook his head with a bitten lip.
“Let me hear you, baby”
His expression turned to a bitter arousal. Z hid behind his shoulder. “Don’t stop.”
Regect smiled victoriously and returned to his work. This time Regect took it slow, ignoring Z’s want for more. His tongue merely grazed, teetering between barely there and just enough. He tried to let it happen, let the pleasure trickle through him at excruciating speeds. His flesh twitched against his tongue helplessly. Z was never a patient man. When he wanted something he did not wait yet here he was under the control of the one person he couldn't decide if he loved or hated. The wet tongue brushing over his labia minora made him wonder why he was so easy to submit, why Regect was being so gentle in the first place.
It slowly dawned on him. Regect wasn't doing it out of some chivalrous act. He was doing it to lure him into being needy and pathetic. He hated that it was working. In all his thinking he hadn't noticed his hips trying to wave up and down, just barely moving an inch. He was chasing that high, already begging without knowing. His vulva burned sweet heat, aching for more. His breaths came out in shuttering fractures, drawing the attention of Regect. Regect, who watched carefully from between his legs, deciding it was the perfect time to shift his focus up, just a touch. The tip of his tongue brushed against the very edge of his bud, giving the smallest bit of electricity to him.
Z squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe. The second touch to his bud made him abandon that immediately. The hands around his hips tightened and controlled his attempts of trying to grind against his tongue, holding him still. He questioned where he was getting this strength from but God, fuck, it turned him on so much. His body held a constant light tremble under his skin, so much energy being produced with nowhere to go. Z covered his face with his hands, embarrassed by the heat taking over his face. His desire to cum was strong but the fucker wasn’t giving him enough.
“You’re such… a dick…” Z complained between groans.
Regect took it as a challenge and latched onto his clit, sucking sloppily. Z burst into moans, his gut twisting in pleasure. He tried to hide his face even more, pushing his head as far to the side as he could. Regect sucked at him greedily, tongue brushing up and down against the base of his clit. His eye locked onto Z to watch him sing. Like the dick he is, Regect extended his tongue to swish up and down his inner lips and watched him writhe. Z felt himself stumbling towards his goal, devolving into breathy moans, not daring to escape from the pleasure. Regect noticed his change and continued like a huntsman aiming his bow. The pleasure burned into his flesh deliciously, aiding in his unraveling. His legs kicked out around him in overwhelm, momentum going nowhere thanks to the hands holding him down. He tried so hard to grind along him, voice becoming desperate as the burn grew stronger. Regect continued all the same, watching with determination.
Z was overtaken by loud, short gasps suddenly, limbs going stiff as his second orgasm hits him like a tsunami. His insides clench against nothing, his outsides still barraged by that sloppy tongue. This time it was an explosive power, short and brash on his nerves. It was a few seconds of extreme pleasure that dropped off a cliff and left him breathless. Regect pulled away, tasting him in his mouth with a grin. He didn't bother to hold onto z anymore, knowing by the way his chest heaved that he was lax on the floor.
Regect hovered over him, watching him come down from the high. Once he decided he had enough time, Regect straddled Z at his neck, pulling his hands from his face to see his embarrassed bliss. Z eyes drifted to him, lightly panting. The smile on Regect’s face told him he was not done.
Z couldn’t be hornier.
From his pelvis Regect created a long dick with a slightly pointed tip. He pulled at Z’s lips with a lonesome thumb, pushing it open for himself. His dick slid across his tongue, holding his head up and slowly thrusting into it. Z looked up at him, heated by how he looked down at him.
Regect takes his mouth like it’s rightfully his, not bothering to be gentle. He grinds deep into him, crowding over him roughly. one golden fang shows as he bits his bottom lip, growing frustrated with desire. Both of their cores burned white hot. The most enthralling deep sighs came from Regect, growing louder the faster he went.
It wasn't enough. He wanted more. Regect abandoned the grip on his skull to lean over him and plant his palms against the floor, pushing himself deeper through zs throat. Just as Z moaned Regect started thrusting harder, fucking his warm and wet mouth without care. The vibrations of his moans on his cock only egged him on, widening his legs to push even deeper.
His deep groans filled the room. “Fuck, Z, your mouth feels so good.”
Z knew that meant he was getting close.
He couldn't have that.
Z let him get in a few more thrusts before taking the initiative, pushing Regect off him and onto his back. He’s hungry. Z tore off the rest of his clothes and straddled him, refusing to wait. He grabbed Regect’s dick to line himself up, lifting himself over the tip. Regect watched in amusement at how rough Z was being. He pushed himself onto the dick, grimacing at the tight fit but shoving it in anyways. He was impatient.
The entity's hands roamed up his legs and rested on his upper hips, noting how his skin burned. Z planted one hand in front of him and one behind. Before he was fully sheathed in him, Z lifted up and forced himself back down. It stole a harsh exhale but did not stop him. He lifted and slammed down again, shuddering feeling his tip suddenly press against his cervix. Regect groaned from being entirely surrounded by wet warmth all the way to the base.
It took a moment of breath before Z decided to throw caution to the wind and started bouncing. He wasn't perfectly adjusted but he found it hard to care. Every lurch and slam overruled any semblance of logic. Regect’s hold on his hips intensified just a little, pressure adding to his feeling. Regect didn't dare muffle his groans.
“Didn’t take you for a slut.” Regect grunted.
“Look who's talking.” Z retaliated breathlessly. He was too busy brutalizing his insides to think about masking his pleasure filled voice. His eyes stared at Regect but his mind was focused on how good it felt every time his dick pushed through him. His breathing was erratic, littered with halfassed moans. Regect couldn’t decide whether to look at his lewd expression or the space where the two of them connected.
Z tilted back just a smidge, groaning when he felt the dick inside him rough against his g-spot. He sprinted after the feeling, fucking himself faster so it wouldnt stop. His expression twisted with pleasure, devolving into the most erotic moans that drove Regect insane. He groaned in response, not daring to move an inch, not wanting to risk ruining the perfect angle Z had created. His insides twitched and throbbed wildly. The blinding pleasure had not stopped, not given a split second of break. His eyelids had drooped, peering down at Regect with desire.
Z’s movements lose rhythm as adrenaline dumps through him. He devolved into loose thrusts and sputtering hips interlaced with bouts of rough slams. His muscles tensed from ecstasy, eyes finally falling shut. His voice shook with the sporadic force he used to fuck himself. Bliss ran through him, sending electric currents through his nerves every second. Sometimes he would just push himself down as far as he could go and hold himself there, rolling his hips slowly on the pressure.
The grip on his hips tightened and Regect’s voice came out strained. “Fuck, Z…” he was terribly hard and tormented by how the man didnt seem to care how he teased him with release without letting him get to it. He wasn't even sure if he knew what he did to him. He was just chasing his own pleasure.
Z thudded onto him drastically, hitting his cervix so often it grew sore. He just needed a little more. He decided to take it. Z pushed down and fucked himself wildly, bucking his hips so roughly he broke into loud, moanful panting. His hands pressed down on Regect’s body, his weight drawing moans of his own. The fleshy walls of his insides were so dazingly wet and sloppy, throbbing harshly around his cock. Z continued his motions desperately, massaged his g-spot, overwhelming his senses every second. Z needed so badly to come, he chased the high like a rabid animal. Their moans blended together into one big cloud of pleasure. The room heated intensely, or maybe it was their bodies radiating off each other.
Z’s eyes squeezed tight and seconds later the feeling crashed through him, cutting through his voice to make the nastiest sounds imaginable. His insides clenched down with orgasm and shot Regect over the edge suddenly, filling him up quickly. His body twitched with each burst of cum. Z flung his arm forward to hunch over Regect’s heaving chest, letting his legs shake.
Some seconds later the throbbing had died down and they had finally caught their breaths. The entity started to sit up only to be pushed down intently, catching a lust filled stare from the man he was still sheathed in. Just as Regect’s heart fluttered, Z began grinding himself up and down on his cock, earning a drawn out groan. His nerves burned and he didn't even care. It felt good. Soon, Z was riding him slowly, gaze never breaking. He could tell by the look on Z’s face that he was in exhausted bliss and craved more. Bastardly as always, Regect was content to lay back and watch him struggle to get there.
Every minute that passed Z’s abilities worsened. First went his filter, letting the most embarrassing parts of himself shine. Then went his self control, his calculated movements becoming sloppy. Then went his strength. His muscles trembled and ached with effort and stress. Then went his movement. He found it increasingly hard to even lift himself up, making the fall back down harsh. He could barely move but he was still intent on getting what he wanted. His eyes grew to be needful and tired, staring deep into Regect’s eye as if he was silently pleading. Cruelly, Regect waited until he took the last thrust he could manage, watching him sit on his cock without moving a muscle.
Suddenly, his hands gripped his hips tightly and lifted Z almost off him entirely only to thrust him back down. Vile moans spewed from him as Regect repeated the motion ruthlessly, his cum seeping from Z’s hole making wet slaps against their skin. It was too much, exactly what he needed. Z’s voice was music to his ears, egging him on to keep going. Z’s insides clenched desperately and his own fluid squirted from his vagina, pleasure blending his senses into superheated mush. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting himself be fucked to ruins. Regect knew how he destroyed him and he wanted more. He dragged them up from the floor and stumbled to the table, pinning his legs up to twist Z around and drop him onto his stomach. He grabbed Z’s right leg and bent it up to rest on the table. Dick still buried in him, Regect grabbed a handful of his hair and arched him up just enough so he'd hit his g-spot with every thrust.
Z erupted into overwhelmed cries, the grip in his hair being the only thing keeping him upright. Regect fucked him to his hearts content, making sure he didn’t miss a second of stimulation. He thanked whatever created him for giving him the stamina to do all this and still be riled up. The human under him wasn’t blessed with the same capacity. His mouth hung open in overwhelm and the way his moans broke into pieces made it clear he was vastly overstimulated. Regect fucked him more knowing that’s what he wanted. The wet sloshing sounds of his cum still in him sounded so lewd amidst the skin slapping and table creaking. The extreme wetness coating him from all angles nearly drove him mad.
Regect drove into him incessantly. “You like that, you fucking slut?”
Z squirted again. The hair follicles that were being pulled lightly burned at the base. He couldn't be lewder.
That wasn't good enough. “Let me hear it.”
He could barely talk through the sounds spewing out of him. Still, he managed anyway. “Yes…”
Almost enough. “Yes, who?”
His eyes lost focus. “Yes, Regect.”
“That's what I thought.”
His thrusts did not let down or speed up. There was no reward for admitting his pleasure. That was all for Regect, none other. To crack open the thick outer shell his greatest nemesis and best friend hid in absolutely enraptured him. This hadn't been about any damn bet, not for a long time. He wanted him.
White, hot semen flooded Z’s insides. He didnt slow down, actually fucking him harder. Z moaned like a bitch and felt wetness shoot down his leg, his own fluids squirting from the filling. Regect’s arms wrapped around his front and lifted him from the table, holding him tight knowing he would fall without the support. He dragged Z to the front wall, squishing him against the wall and forcing his back into an extreme arch so he could fuck him from behind with him being as flat as possible.
It drove Z crazy how hes being manhandled and contorted to fit Regect’s needs, moaning like some world-class whore. Being used like a puppet for his satisfaction. The thrusts picked back up, pummeling him deeper than ever. The opening to his cervix ached from all the battery upon it. His face smooshed against the wall, eyes heavily lidded, hands pinned up by Regect. All he heard was the nastiest skin slapping, the entity grunting and groaning in his ear, and his own vile moans.
It was creeping up again. Like a tiger stalking its prey before pouncing for the kill. His legs trembled, threatening to give out any minute now. His skin burned hotter than ever.
“Regect,” Z pleaded weakly. “Hold me.”
He didn't have to be told twice. Regect let go of his hands and traveled down to support his core, holding the man up. Not for a second did he lessen the impact, letting Z relax to focus on the full experience. His eyes drifted up to nothing, blurring his vision entirely. He had never felt so good, completely fucked into a state of overwhelming ecstasy.
When his moans changed to sweet little whimpers Regect knew he was close.
Regect tore him from the wall, spinning him around to pin him on the ground, turned to face him. He slowed dramatically and rolled into Z like he was made of glass. Z was stuck there, dangling right before his orgasm and denied any further. The bliss was broken, bringing him back to the moment despite his want. His want that had him trying to fuck himself back on Regect’s dick only to be immobilized.
Z groaned with anger.
Regect just chuckled.
Z cursed at him through clenched teeth, clinging onto his back in the attempt to bring him closer. His shaking of overwhelm turned into a shake of need.
Regect goaded at his misery. “I think I’ll keep you like this. You're so hot when you're powerless.”
Z stared at him with rage and a tense face, trying so hard to act all big and tough but failing greatly. With a handful of more grinds Z understood he was intent on dragging it out of him as slow as possible. He let his hands fall to his side, giving Regect a look of pure need. He only chuckled.
“Beg all you want. You know I like it.”
He may have considered it.
He refused to give up his last bit of pride. so, Regect kept grinding into him ever so slowly. He was content to watch Z inch and inch towards his goal because of his teasing dick. That tight coil of heat in his core never lessened. The flames licked and licked at his nerves, filling him with burning need.
He was stuck there for a few minutes, waiting and waiting for it to be enough. In the last minute he stumbled towards orgasm, letting out the lightest moans. Moans that turned into whines in the last thirty seconds, which finally turned into whimpers and eyes squeezed shut while his insides throbbed, twitching harshly when it flooded over him.
Regect took it as a sign to start pounding him roughly, amplifying the orgasm by ten. Z broke into loud, overwhelmed moans, face clenching in pleasure. His insides didn't stop throbbing, clinging onto the dick pummeling him, intense ecstasy running through him every second. He’s made into a writhing mess, still under Regect’s control. Z yelled curses through moans. Each thrust carried the most intense sweet heat, the most delicious burn on each and every nerve. His core burned and burned, filling with increasing pleasure every second. The way Regect grasped him and terrorized his insides made him understand that he's trying to force another orgasm out of his poor body. The thought made him squirt.
Through all of the sensations Z couldn't feel Regect’s amused, watchful eye trained right on him. He was so overwhelmed he couldn't even get out pleads or curses through his vile flow of moans. It didn't help at all that one of the things he could feel was Regect’s cock throbbing like some rabid animal tearing apart its prey. Muscles involuntary tensed beyond belief, dragging his body into an arch that would surely hurt later. Despite his eyes being pressed shut, they still rolled up so much it strained. Not a seconds break, not a shred of relief. It was the most overwhelming pleasure he'd never thought possible, unending, unrelenting. It was as if his body was in on it, making him feel every bit of it as long as he humanly could, and then some. His thighs squeezed together, blocked by Regect’s body. Toes curled. His throat and lips dried of all its moisture, taken by the air he moaned into. Nothing else existed outside of their two bodies.
Z cried out when orgasm suddenly crashed through him, limbs flailing around as if it would help. His body spasmed and lungs forced out moans as he rode it out. Regect watched his blissed out expression, fucking him through it, coaxing out every last drop of orgasm. His own groans and sweet nothings of enjoyment littered the room. It was close, really close, but he refused to speed up. He wanted to meet the same fate as the man under him, strict and unforgiving. Regect simply studied his reactions, religiously soaking up every last moan and cry he stole from Z. It was more than enough. Regect reached his hands around Z’s hips, pushing himself as deep into him as he could and held him against the ground. His cum floods into him one last time, holding him in place while waves pump into him. Z’s body went stiff as it filled, choking off any noises he would have let fly.
Cum spewed from the smallest cracks between Regect’s dick and Z’s walls. The grunts in his ears kept Z in the moment, anchoring him to every last detail. He didn't realize he had stopped breathing. Z gasped and his chest heaved, beautiful whines replacing his stiffened quiet. His body sagged to the ground, splaying open with ease. Slowly, his eyes slid open just to peek at the entity hunched over him. They did not speak, gazing at each other with fatigued bliss. Their breaths calmed in unison.
Regect’s gaze flicked between his eyes and his lips, perfectly parted. Z could see the cogs turning in his mind, gradually clicking into place. The entity met Z’s lips with his own, unusually gentle and steady. His movements were easily reciprocated, tilting his head just a touch to better fit together.
Z should have known he wasn’t a fair man.
Regect wasn't done. He needed to remind Z of his place, of how he got here. Distracting Z with their lips, he pulled out and let his spend finally pool under them. His bodies weighed him down but Z didn’t pay it any mind. Regect carefully watched him, glancing down occasionally to the hands he freed from Z’s hips. Poofing that damn vibrator into existence, the very one he used all those nights ago. With one hand he snuck down and lined it up with Z’s soaked hole, keeping it just shy from touching him. His other hand held the remote, readying his thumb on the switch. Just as he pushed the vibrator in him easily Regect pushed the switch up to a five.
Z’s eyes blew open and he shouted with surprise, only to be muffled by Regect’s mouth. His insides clenched around it like muscle memory, feeling its vibrations once again. His body tensed from the stimulation. It was so, so much on his poor nerves. Z tried to break away from their kiss to get a curse out but Regect doesn't let him, pushing him further against the ground with his deepening kiss. His own mouth lagged behind, moving slower to kiss back yet his sounds did not lose speed.
Hips twisted and pushed, making Regect lay all his body weight on top of him, pinning and immobilizing him flat against the floor. As if it wasn't enough torment, he pushed the setting up to a seven. Z lost control of himself, eyes traveling upwards and drooping in extreme overwhelm. His gut clenched in on itself, forcing jerks every second. The lips smooshing his around did not falter, tongue greedily exploring his insides. Z shook desperately, trapped in agonizing pleasure under this entity hooked on his reaction.
Filthy moans and longing cries littered his mouth, refusing any type of escape. The vibrations tore through his nerves like a tiger tearing its prey apart. He wished that his head was fuzzy, if only to make it a little more manageable. to give him some amount of composure, not the trembling mess of a man he was. But he was not that blessed. He felt it all, every last nerve firing and receiving. He was taken back to that night when he came to the rude awakening that he was not as strong as he thought, oh how he loved it so much. To be so helpless at the hands of someone intent on nothing but making him feel as much as he humanly could. His eyes fazed between perfect vision and blurry impressions of his reality seemingly every other second.
Z could feel it fighting its way to him. Pathetic sounds of need spewed from his throat. Regect pushed his kiss deeper, slowly dragging his tongue across Z as he pumped the setting to ten. He watched as orgasm crashed into him, barraging his senses with such ruthless force that his entire body tensed from how harshly it shook. His voice broke into shouts he didn't have enough breath to finish. Z couldn't tell if his eyes had fluttered shut or if his vision had finally given out, there wasn't a single thing he could see. The tongue swished across his mouth, tasting every inch of him. As the orgasm dwindled so did his sounds, devolving into shaken whimpers and the smallest whines. Gradually he fell limp, overtaken by exhaustion.
Z layed under him limp, head falling to the side despite the lips still taking him. His body felt as if it were made of hundred pound weights anchoring him to the floor. His eyes could only fall shut as he panted short and slow, trying to regulate himself. Regect laid above him, set up on his elbows and breathing deeply. Blessedly, his entity nature made sure he recovered quicker. Pulling the toy out and lacing his arms around Z’s core, Regect held him in his arms and teleported them to the bathroom, knowing better than to trust his ability to walk right now. He made a mental note to deal with the mess they made later.
Regect lowered them into the tub, holding Z to his chest to reach for the knob and let the water fill up at a comforting warm temperature. laying Z on top of him face down, he laid back against the tubs edge. Z was unusually quiet. He felt Z’s lips on his chest, not kissing but resting against him, open mouthed. The bath gradually filled up, a much needed soothing of their sore muscles. Their breathing calmed together, hearts slowing to a steady pace. With his foot Regect twisted the bath handle off and let himself rest, a gentle but needing hold around Z’s back. Despite the heavyweights of his arms, Z managed to hold him back, though light. They didn't talk, didn't care for their usual insults and teasing. It was an unusually tender moment. The face Regect had grown faded away in their embrace, releasing him from the mask of confidence to a vulnerability he quite missed. He gazed down at Z, studying his face behind the mess of hair covering it. He couldn’t help but have a soft feeling seeing that he had fallen asleep in his arms. He may have just been fucking him but this was a show of trust he had never given before. Regect decided to follow suit, letting himself drift after Z to dreamland for the best rest they had gotten in a long, long while.