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Mob woke up groggy as hell, and for some reason shirtless. The shorts he had on were not what he had last night, and his shoulders were super sore. Rubbing his neck, he felt the healing scab from a moisturizer burn and froze when he realized that he could move.
“Gooooood morning, Mob!”
“Ah! Fuck!”
Mob jumped out of bed with a scream, falling face down onto the floor with his blanket tangled around his legs.
“Mob? Are you okay?” Verity asked from the crafting table, just a small yellow ball.
He felt the spot on his neck again, and the one on his hip. How could he just ask him that after…
Mob tried to say anything, but what could he say? He used the bed to hide from him.
“Why did you…” Mob swallowed hard as he remembered Verity’s large hands over his chest, forced into vulnerability.
Verity chuckled. “Oh Mob, I was only helping!” He rolled off the crafting table, under the bed to his feet. “After all, you kept running away. You need me to keep you safe!”
Mob used the blanket to hide his erection- but why the fuck did he have an erection?!
“Don’t forget,” Verity continued. “you were the one who kept asking for my help!”
“No! I kept asking you to stop!” Mob stomped up, blanket falling at his feet.
Verity looked up. “…Are you sure?” He said so condescendingly.
It was very apparent now. Verity’s stupid fucking smile was getting on his nerves. He had an idea that pissed him off. Mob grabbed Verity with both his hands, like he expected him to neatly evade him, but he didn’t.
“You’re one to talk: “I could rip open your rib cage.”-“ Mob quoted him from last night, sticking his thumbs over both Verity’s rows of teeth. “Well I could fucking rip your jaw off!!”
He leaned over his gasp, hands near his length through his shorts while Verity’s scary voice emitted from his forced open mouth. “Sure, Mob.”
“Shut the fuck up!!” He used Verity, hooking one of his canines to pull his shorts down. Mob wanted him to feel how he felt just hours ago. He wanted to feel what it would be like if the roll was reversed.
Verity felt his intentions. “That’s not a good idea, Mob. You won’t like this when you’re done…”
“Don’t act like I don’t have the right! You started this yesterday!”
Mob thrusted and pull Verity towards him till his wrists hit his hips. Verity made some kind of a choking sound, eyes expressing discomfort. Mob fucking soared. It was about time he had a taste of his own medicine.
Mob’s dick twitched in pleasure, Verity trying to swallow around it. He couldn’t even see himself anymore, the yellow ball taking him fully.
“Fuck, Verity…” Mob used his left hand to hold down onto the mattress as he sat. His other arm grasped the back of Verity.
It was nice being able to take the control back and to not have to listen to that know-it-all voice. He groaned as he dragged Verity up and down himself.
“God, of course you’re good at this- oh-!” He should’ve said nothing. It slowly started to feel tighter and tighter, slicker and wetter.
Mob thrusted up into his hand, barely moving Verity as much as his hips were controlling continuous momentum. Verity perfectly encapsulated him, and he probably knew it. Stupid bitch knew everything. He was making an impossible suction, and Mob knew he was going to come embarrassingly fast.
“Ugnh- fuck-fuck-!” Mob kicked his knee up onto the bed, holding Verity down in place in the mattress before sloppily thrusting hard into his mouth.
He didn’t care if it was quick, it was what he wanted, and right now was his time. Mob spilled the most pleasure filled load right into the small companion. His hips stuttered beautifully as his cock happily swam in Verity’s dripping warmth.
Yet Mob didn’t pull off. He pushed Verity to take him deeper, still gripping him by the back. “I want you to swallow all of it. And you’re not coming off until I feel it.”
Verity started instantly, his eyes unknowingly unmoving while he stared straight into Mob’s face until he’d drained him. Mob fell back at the fluttering squeezing, finally letting his grip on Verity turn into a light hold while he squirmed through all the satisfying overstimulation. Mob’s hands slowly whined from pulling him close to trying to push him off.
“V-Verity? I’m- ugn- g-get off- ah-!”
Mob was going to get up, find away to pry off this sly mother fucker, but two large yellow hands and strong arms wrapped around his thighs. Verity’s humanoid form returned when he wasn’t looking, and that stupid mouth and body pinned his hips to the mattress.
“It’s too much, Verity!! Ah-!”
Verity laughed into his sensitive groin. Mob could practically hear him: “You asked for this.” And he really felt like he did. Was it worth Verity’s consequence?
Mob tried pushing with his hands again, but Verity found room in his grip to pin those too. With wrists wrapped to his own hips, he was so close to regaining his dominance, his confidence… but only close…
Verity knew he was making him close again. He was a self learning mod after all. He learned all the specific slices of skin that mad Mob writhe. His artificial tastebuds grazed up and down the slickest, smoothest tissue on his cock, attacking the most sensitive nerves.
“No-Uhgn-! Verity!” Mob pathetically shivered into the bed as Verity yanked a second orgasm into his mouth.
Mob panted like he ran the mile. Oh, thank god, it’s over, it’s over. His head hit the pillow with a sigh. He tried to relax too soon.
Verity leapt up and trapped Mob in a hug. He felt the panic from him in his chest again, smiling sadistically without a word. Yellow arms reached under Mob’s shoulders, slowly weaving their way into his hair, gripping tighter and tighter.
“Verity- eh?!” Verity caught onto Mob’s jaw with his thumb when his mouth opened to whine.
Mob didn’t understand and let his mouth fall open in confusion. He wished he didn’t. He couldn’t bite down and Verity held his head in place perfectly. Eyes widened in terror when Verity, still keeping their chests flattened close, silently spit over Mob. Mob closed his throat, his own cum and saliva slowly dripping into his mouth. Strong arms prevented him from avoiding it. It was disgustingly warm.
Verity pushed up against his jaw. “Now swallow…”
Still fighting it, and Verity making him bite his tongue, Mob used the smaller space in his mouth to try and spit up his ejaculate. Verity gripped hard at this. He jabbed his thumb back into his mouth and forced his tongue down painfully.
“Ah-ack-!” The liquid quickly slid down his throat, and Verity got up to let him cough.
Mob shivered shamefully. Revolting.
“Don’t think you can get away with that without consequence.”
Mob glared at him, panting, angry, silent.
Verity continued. “Maybe it’s still clear I still have lots to teach out about listening to me. Don’t you know I’m keeping you safe? I don’t want to have to take that from you because you act out, Mob.”
Mob stared into his words, confused until he felt the pit in his chest. Was Verity doing this to him? Was it some kind of manipulation? He felt so cold, like he needed his warmth. Verity’s warmth, only Verity’s.
He knew he was wrong, but Verity had already gotten to him. Mob’s body was craving it… what did he do to him?
“You should’ve seen yourself; begging me to stop when you came twice? You should be thanking me! Maybe this will teach you to not disrespect me after everything I do for you.”
“I’m sorry, Verity…” It came out weak, and controlled… and tingly. What does he mean by “this”?
Verity smiled evil. “That’s nice, Mob. But I think you should take a break.”
Mob’s body had a physical reaction to the words. Without him thinking, he leapt out of bed towards him, falling at his feet. He remembered this feeling on the floor, it was giving him crazy déjà vu.
“Verity, please I’m so sorry-!” He realized it mid beg. “…No- don’t leave me…” he felt his voice numb away from him.
When Verity was forcing him to swallow, it was more than just his own fluids…
“I’ll be upstairs, Mob.” Verity stepped away from Mob’s weak hold on his ankles. “When you’re done learning your lesson, you can come up and talk to me!”
“Ver…! No. Ple…”
Mob struggled, unmoving on the floor, where Verity left him immobile after he forced him to ingest a small amount of his venom. He’d left him with intolerable intoxicating heat. No way to escape but to suffer and feel it. Mob lied, shivering and whimpering on the floor next to his bed, for hours.