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[alienation]

You'll have to tell me what you prefer.

[ The slower thrust from before, or—the sharp thrust of right now. ]

[crimeson]

Oh- fuck, fuck me like that--

[sure he'll tell you, gasping and shuddering around him.]

[alienation]

[ A short laugh, and then he's right in his ear, whispering— ]

Good boy.

[ —at him again. ]

[crimeson]

[an utterly animal whine, and he's clawing at Lotor's back, needy and wild.]

Please, pleaseplease--

[alienation]

[ What an adorably unmade man. But now that he's established what he likes (everything, apparently, but especially this) he can set a proper rhythm, angling his hips to thrust into him again and again—

—his hand around his cock does stop moving though, and his grip tightens. ]

[crimeson]

[oh fuck that's a lot. he squirms, like he's trying to break free of that hand and only that hand. the fucking is so good but he can't come, and that hurts, and--]

T, teasin' me?!

[alienation]

You've been begging quite nicely, but it's only made me want to hear more of it.

[ Poor Randy. ]

[crimeson]

[oh no that's so cute though?!?!?

he grins, tightening around him on purpose.]

But- then I just wanna be difficult?

[alienation]

There's little issue in seeing who can begin behaving first, is there?

[ Punctuated with another slow movement inside of him. ]