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mxeve0 · 28 days

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How I Think OW Boys Would Be In Bed

Includes - Genji, Hanzo, Cassidy, Soldier, Reaper, Junkrat, Lucio, Lifeweaver

Warnings - 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, choking, spanking, degrading, hair pulling, bondage, body worship

Genji

☆He is a boob guy. Period. This man will do anything and everything to see/touch them.

☆This man is SOFT. He'd never be too harsh unless you asked for it, and even then he'd still be gentle.

☆Trying to explain kinks to him was painful. Poor guy couldn't understand why you'd WANT to be choked.

☆He would definitely talk you through it, and throw in praises here and there, especially during your first couple of times.

☆Speaking of, during your first time he let you take the reins; he didn't want to accidentally push your boundaries.

☆Favours any position where he can see your face.

☆Is usually quite quiet, but some groans and small whines slip when he's close.

☆It took him a while to get comfortable with asking you to do things and he still prioritises your pleasure over his. He also rarely ever asks you to be intimate, he'd rather let you initiate it.

☆Aftercare GOD. This man is waiting in your hand and foot, ready to get you anything and everything to make you feel more comfortable.

Hanzo

⛧Ass guy, all the way. He will gladly use it as a pillow any time he can, and his hand is on it in some way, shape, or form 24/7.

⛧He's inexperienced to say the least. He never really bothered with anything sexual growing up, so his first few times were sloppy until he found his rhythm... literally and mentally.

⛧Now he spends time figuring out his kinks, though he's too scared about being too rough with you in case he hurts you.

⛧Doesn't like to talk much during it; he just doesn't know what to say without being weird. Might occasionally throw in some praise/degradation depending on what you're into.

⛧The one thing he doesn't feel bad about is leaving marks on your ass from slapping it. He actually finds it quite attractive but he'd never admit that.

⛧Actually has a pretty high sex drive, but he ignores it until you initiate it as he doesn't want to seem desperate.

⛧He prefers being slow and gentle with you over being rough because he knows he won't accidentally hurt you or go too far. Also prefers you to take charge for the same reasons.

⛧Basic bitch, his favourite position is missionary; he loves holding your hand above your head. But he doesn't mind doggy-style, after all your ass is facing him.

⛧Doesn't like having a safe word because he doesn't think he'd ever take you to the point of using it, but he understands why you have it.

⛧Never quite understands how aftercare works but will always get whatever you ask of him.

Cassidy

◇This man loves everything. He simply cannot pick a favourite. He changes it every time you ask him.

◇Now he KNOWS what he's doing. He knows exactly what turns you on and how to do it You could even be on the other side of the room and he could just look at you in a certain way and you'd be wet.

◇This man wants you all the time. All hours of the night and day, he doesn't even care where. Honestly sometimes he doesn't even want to have sex, he just wants his dick inside you. If he had no shame he'd just fuck you in the middle of a street, and the more he thinks about that, the more it turns him on.

◇Rough af. But he knows you can handle it and he knows your limits. He's subconsciously cocky because he knows he's good, especially when he's topping.

◇He doesn't even mind being a bottom, though he prefers being on top, but his hands are glued to your hips when he is.

◇When he is topping, he prefers missionary. He loves seeing the mascara running down your face with his hand wrapped around your neck.

◇Even though he's rough, he knows your limits. It would kill him if he ever hurt you for the sake of his own pleasure.

◇He can kinda be a dick sometimes; loves to tease you, maybe a little too much, and then degrading you when you start to beg.

◇Just because he's rough doesn't mean he's bad at aftercare. He loves running you a warm bath and carrying you bridal-style to it, and giving you massages whilst you sit in the water.

Soldier

♡Thighs. Chicken thighs and yours; a true American. His hand is resting on them constantly.

♡This guy does not know his kinks, nor does he want to know them. You'd have to BEG for him to even think about trying anything out and even then it would be minimal. He knows how to have sex and that's enough for him.

♡You'd think he wouldn't know any other positions, but sometimes he whips out the mating press and reminds you that he's not THAT old.

♡Has a pretty low sex drive but will do it anyways if that's what you want. But he would rather be caught dead than be a bottom, and that he stands by.

♡He's never really rough enough for you to need proper aftercare, but he'll still provide you with whatever you ask for.

Reaper

ꕥLoves your neck. More than anything. He loves that he could place hickeys there that you could cover up, only for the pair of you to know about, or for you to show to the world, to display his ownership over you.

ꕥDuring your first time he realised he'd have to teach you quite a bit. Watching you put the things he taught you into action turns him on more than he could've guessed.

ꕥHe was gentle at first, whilst you were both discovering your kinks and boundaries, but he quickly dropped that facade as you became more comfortable with each other. He quickly made it clear that he liked watching you squirm beneath him, begging him for something, anything.

ꕥLOVES doggy-style, with one hand on your hip and the other pulling your hair. Has to have a mirror in front of you though so he can see your face.

ꕥHates being a bottom, the only way it would happen would be if you were 69-ing.

ꕥLoves eating you out and leaving claw marks from his gloves on your inner thighs.

ꕥMakes you pleasure him sometimes before he even touches you in a sensual way. He just has a power kink that's all.

ꕥLikes to push boundaries, but he's also afraid of hurting you, so he asks how far he can go beforehand.

ꕥAdores seeing you tied up, unable to move. Sometimes he'll tie you up before he leaves for somewhere so you can be a present for him to come back to. And sometimes he'll leave you there when he's done with you.

ꕥIt's a 50/50 on whether or not he'll give you proper aftercare. If he's been quite aggressive then he'll probably run you a bath and bring you food, but otherwise it's up to you.

Junkrat

☄Loves EVERYTHING. Whatever this goober can get his hands on. And he LOVES giving you kisses everywhere just to show how much he loves your entire body.

☄He isn't even kinky, he's just horny beyond belief. Although he has no idea what he's doing, but he's doing his best nonetheless. But he would literally have sex with you anywhere anytime.

☄Bottom. Obviously. Likes to be a brat about it and test your patience though. Acts like he hates when you tease him but it turns him on even more, especially if you belittle him for being 'such a good sub'.

☄When he is topping he has no sense of rhythm or speed and you're usually guiding him anyway. Mainly only tops when you don't particularly feel like doing anything or when you're on your 100th round because this guy has NO stamina limit.

☄Loves biting you (with consent ofc) and leaving marks everywhere, especially hickies for other people to see.

☄Whiney. This guy is the whiniest man you'll ever meet. And he doesn't shut up either. Not in a 'talking you through it way' but more of her won't shut up about how good it feels and how lucky he is.

☄LOVES to eat you out. Begs everyday for you to let him so he can feel you squirm under his mouth.

☄Always tires you out afterwards so he tries to look after you...to the best of his abilities. It's the effort that counts right.

Lucio

♬BOOBIES. Loves 'em. He could look at them for hours, he just thinks they compliment your figure so well. Loves buying you low cut things to show them off and refuses to accept any negativity about them.

♬Refuses any negativity about your body in general tbh. He genuinely thinks you're the most beautiful person on this planet and gets upset when you don't agree.

♬Loves taking it slow with you, and praising you for how well your doing.

♬Favours doggy style because he loves placing kisses all over your body, but he also likes lotus position because he likes to sandwich his face between your tits.

♬Secretly loves being restrained and teased himself but wouldn't tell you at first because he thought it was embarrassing.

♬Not super vocal but when he does make noises it's usually little whines or moans, especially when he's close.

♬Loves aftercare. Honestly sometimes he'll have sex with you just to have a reason to look after you extra well afterwards, not that he needs a reason.

Lifeweaver

❀Thigh guy most definitely. Loves squeezing them and honestly the thicker the better.

❀Prefers eating you out over ANYTHING. Just prefers giving you pleasure in general. He'll put off giving into his own desires for so long to please you that he forgets about them.

❀Hates asking for blowjobs or anything that's one sided; he thinks it's unfair and rude to even ask you if it.

❀Adores the rest of your body as well as the thighs and will not shut up about how perfect you are, every. damn. time.

❀Loves doing it in cowgirl position but he hates the fact that you have to put in the effort, so usually he holds you still whilst he does all the work. Likes it because he can see your entire body up close.

❀Has a high sex drive but again puts it off if it's obvious you're not in the mood. Though sometimes he'll try and get you in the mood, which usually works.

❀Not a super kinky guy, but he doesn't mind some spanking and hair pulling every now and then. However he does always feel a little bad afterwards. He also likes using his metal hand to tease you with the coldness of it.

❀Loves giving you aftercare and uses his bio-light if you're feeling drained. Gives you kisses everywhere and fills a bath with rose petals and candles.

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a/n: omg I love them so much eeee

#smut #overwatch #genji ow #overwatch genji #genji overwatch #hanzo shimada #overwatch hanzo #cole cassidy #cassidy ow #soldier 76 #reaper overwatch #junkrat #lucio overwatch #Lifeweaver #overwatch smut

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lovely-dove69 · 8 months

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The Arcana favorite sex position

Asra💜: Full Nelson

Julian😈: Side-fuck

Portia💐: Tribbing

Nadia: She usually uses a strap on, so missionary

Muriel: MATING PRESS

Lucio: Doggy style

#the arcana #julian devorak #portia devorak #asra alnazar #lucio morgasson #muriel #nadia satrinava #Smut #the arcana smut

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froggibus · 1 year

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rough sex hc with lucio?

pretty pls..🫶🏾

Lucio + Rough Sex HCs

Pairing: Lucio Correia dos Santos x gn! reader

Genre: smut/NSFW

CW: rough sex, dom! Lucio, possession, jealousy, marking, cum (lots of it too), breeding, cum stuffing, spanking, bondage, teasing, aftercare!! established relationship, drinking/alcohol

FUCK this man is so fine. you can tell the sexual frustration really popped off with this one LOL. ive been a little busy with work lately so this was delayed 😭😭 also, someone asked for Ashe x f!reader but i don’t really have any ideas for that rn so if you guys have any feel free to send them my way!

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this man is DEFINITELY possessive

not in like an extreme way or anything

but being a celebrity, he shares so much of his life with the public, he just wants something all to himself

and that ends up being you

I feel like he’s usually pretty gentle or at least courteous of his partner’s needs

but when he’s jealous/possessive, that’s when his rough and dominant side comes out

you guys are at a club just trying to have a night of fun before he has to start working on his new album

he steps away to get you guys more drinks when a random guy comes up to you

he tries to make conversation but you’re not really having it

he gets a little too close to you right as your boyfriend comes back

Lucio plays it cool though

just wraps an arm around your shoulder and hands you your drink

smiles real big at the guy too until he gets lost

definitely takes you home after that, his hand on your thigh the whole time

as soon as you get in the door, he’s pinning you against it

one hand next to your waist, the other hand making a big show of locking the door

he is a BIG tease too

traces his hands up and down your body, hovers his lips just above yours

“that guy earlier really wanted a piece of you, hm?”

you nod, trying to stand on your toes to kiss him

but of course this man is a tease and backs up when you do

“too bad that im the only one who can fuck you just the way you like”

y/n.exe has stopped working

literally CARRIES you to the bedroom and THROWS you on the bed

leans over you and pins your hands next to your head

probably blindfolds you or ties you up or both

this man has no mercy (pun not intended)

he will fuck you for literal hours

takes you in literally any position, he’s just desperate to be inside you and show you that you’re his

lots of marking too

spanking, biting etc.

expect to be covered in hickeys and bruises the next day

(of course he’ll take super good care of you after tho)

prepare to be his personal cumdump

like you’re going to be stuffed full when he’s done with you

but he just wants to show everyone that you’re his

rough sex is always followed by amazing aftercare tho

a hot bath or shower, tons of water, your favourite snacks and movies

even when he’s being rough, he really doesn’t want to hurt you, he just gets carried away

but if you tap out he will always listen and stop immediately

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ow2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #ow #overwatch fic #xreader #overwatch headcanons #lucio x reader #lucio x you #lucio correia dos santos #lucio overwatch #lucio hcs #overwatch smut

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 8 months

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Lucio's NSFW alphbet!

Note-I had in mind a f!MC, but I realized it works with gn!MC for most entries as well

●Explicit●18+●I TW'd it letter by letter :)●

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lucio doesn't really indulge in aftercare. He hates being soaking in sweat and god-knows-what-else after the deed is done, so he leaves the bed for a bath after barely kissing you (on a good day). You're VERY welcome to follow him, though. After he got in the steaming hot (or cool, depending on the season) water, he becomes way better, and is down to spoil you by ordering a snack and a bottle of wine for you to share. You can understand how good you've been from its quality. It's also his favorite occasion to give gifts to you, a gesture he always pairs with nonchalant glance - badly hiding how much he's eager to know if you like his gift or not.

There have been times where a joke, a back rub and a stolen cuddle brought the two of you back to bed... and then in the bath, and then in the bed, again and again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Lucio is Lucio, and he loves Lucio. All of it, expecially when he's gilded (or made of) gold. You can either join him in worshipping his body, or sleep in your quarters, tonight. In his eyes, you're (almost) as beautiful as he is, but he literally adores your neck and collarbones. He likes to pour wine in the shallow basins they form and drink from them. He has also sent for the fines goldsmiths of the continents, but judged none of their work worthy of laying at the centre of the masterpiece your collarbones are.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He wants you to beg for it. He won't finish until you will, and you've tried. He's spoiled and looks weakened by a life of luxury and care, but he can summon a massive willpower in a flinch. The first time you resisted the urge to beg for him to grant you his precious essence, he left the bed, outraged, and spent the next month making sure you were aching with desidre while he didn't deign to touch you once. The second time you tried, he made you come -again and again and again, until you couldn't do it anymore, yet he kept pounding, and rubbing and tormenting your steaming, tender spots until you cried for him to give his cum to you, filling you to the brim. This had you learn your lesson. Now, you make sure to beg it and treat it with the respect it deserves - that is, never wasting a single drop of it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret) [TW: gauntlet]

What he did with demons and fiends isn't by far his deepest secret. You caught up only because once his golden arm accidentally unfastened from his shoulder. He put it right back on it, his face pale with horror, but he couldn't go on. Without a pinch of magic, you wouldn't have been able to convince him to let you comfort him. Now you know: he hates his stump. Hates the scar, hates the shape, hates the itching feel of having something so unperfect on his body. Maybe he'll never get over it, but anyway you now make sure his beloved golden arm comes never off his shoulder.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Boy, if he knows what he's doing. Clearly, the fact that he and Nadia never grew close didn't kept him from having plenty of fun with the many people he happened to lay his eyes on. After all, not many would deny the count their time, if not else, considering how overwhelming he can be with his courting. Many fell as you did, but you've been told from Portia that none of them - hookups, concubines, friends or whatever - sparked interest and desire in him for more than a couple of nights. He quickly got bored, or they couldn't keep up with his pace and disagreeable temper in the bedroom. He might pretend to be careless, but you're clearly a keeper in his eyes. And, given what he's able to do with just his body and words, you can't wrap your head around the fact that some people could NOT want him!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) [tw:chocking]

Lucio gets bored easily, so he doesn't really have one favorite position. In general, he likes anything that keeps your body well spread for his eyes and hands to devour shamelessly. The position he chooses to finish is often on top of you, with your legs tied on the headboard, your breasts squeezed between your knees and his shining golden hand around your throat. You can't help to love the feeling of him unloading into you as the sight of his grin fades because of the choking.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

A relaxed Lucio is actually a funnier person than you thought. He's really focused during sex, but afterwards he likes to joke about it light-heartedly in a manner that makes you surprisingly comfortable.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He likes it well-groomed. Himself, and you. If you're more on the wild side he may gets past it, but he wouldn't dare to go for it wen HE is not well-tamed. You do this kinda weird but funny thing where you get cared for together by his army of beauticians: the first time he scheduled the both of you was unexpected, but turned into a very wholesome bonding moment. Despite the obvious pain and the heat of the wax, you really like your regular appointment.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

At the beginning, you thought Lucio just wasn't romantic during the act. After some time though, you understood that the fact that it doesn't looks romantic or affectionate doesn't mean it's not. The way you melt into his hands and how you let him bend your will is everything to him, because you're the only one that doesn't subdue because of his titles, but because of who he IS. His intimacy is just different from how others experience it. Probably what he has experienced lead him to disconnect from his deeper feelings, but it's possible to spot them from time to time. He's getting better, though, and eventually he'll be able to make love softly and sweetly like a normal person, from time to time - not that the way he likes it right now upsets you in any way...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The count doesn't jack off. Why would he, when there's always a pair of sweet, warm lips ready to take care of it? When he wants it, he sends for you, and then a nod in the direction is enough for you to understand his needs. He doesn't even gets it out by himself: just crosses his arms behind his head, closes his eyes and enjoys your lovely care of him. And you'd better make sure to not let out a single drop on his pants.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) [tw:public exposure]

Lucio has an hard time to imagining himself not dominating. He doesn't need violence or threats: you will bend and bow before him just because he says so - and for everyone to see. He's a huge exhibitionist, and his favourite thing to exhibit is you. He had you dressed only with a golden mask on your face and a leash, sitting on his laps during political meetings, dinners and parties. Once he went to visit a nearby ruler, and got to the point to touch you beneath your legs as he was discussing serious matters at the table. When you came, clinging to his shoulders and hiding your face on his neck, he distractedly scolded you, your moans were interrupting the discussion. During the last Masquerade, he had you, dressed in gold chains and rubies, as a centerpiece of his main table. Because you see, dear, you're art, and you're power - and everyone must know I have them both.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He's up for doing it everywhere, given that you won't mess up the outfits. This means going for some more subtle play when you're around. Fireworks and shenanigans are a Palace thing, where he can always have a change of clothes, a bath and his personal hairdresser. One thing that can't miss, though, is a very large and well polished mirror.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

More than luxury, innuendos, winks and dancing hips, Lucio loves when you have his back in public situations. Then he feels genuinely secure and proud about himself, and there's no better aphrodisiac for him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) [tw: humiliation]

Lucio doesn't like being humiliated, and this extends to you. He never insults you, you're his precious thing and everything about you is worthy of him, aka perfect.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Given that he doesn't jack off, he recieves a lot, but he's not selfish about it: recently, you discovered a little handerchief he keeps in his pocket, that he ties once for every time he gets his needs cared by you. When you two are in you bedroom, he makes sure to give you an orgasm for each tie on his handerkief.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Lucio likes it fast and rough, not because of the roughness itself, he's more a hyperactive type, always looking for the next climax. He really likes when he shakes you so much that you have trouble breathing.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

In his words, "Quikies are for miserable people that doesn't have time for proper sex" -that his, servants and workers. He's above all that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If there's a way to win Lucio's loyalty is to provide him with something new each night. He loves creativity, and when he finds something new he really gets obsessed by it and wants to try again and again and again.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Since you started your affair with him, you went through countless lube bottles. He is insatiable, and likes to keep going for HOURS, until you're sore and steaming.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

More than actual toys, Lucio own a nuber of various body chains and jewels, lingerie and costumes, perfumes and magical jewels - all meant to enhance his experience. He actually designed some of them himself, and you must admit he really is a natural!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lucio loves to tease, but he's more into teasing with you. There's this game he does where you pick together a victim and spend the whole meeting driving them mad with delicate innuendos - and then playing So Offended if they react to it in any way: How could they think that you would mean something SeXuAl?!? Once you got almost naked and performed a very intricate, twerking-on-their-face dance while Lucio went a long way explaining the guest that it was a dance from your Very Exotic Culture, meant to show great deference towards a powerful leader.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He won't stop talking unless phisically restrained. He loves making so much obvious noise that half the palace knows what he's doing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I so agree with THIS [tw: public]

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lucio is actually average, despite he wields it with the confidence of a man with much bigger dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Lucio's sexy drive is wildly high. More than being actually horny, though, he really enjoys spending time in any sexual activity. Some days he spends the whole days talking with sexual innuendos only, or having you all naked and ready in his wing for hours, enjoying the sole idea that you're there waiting for him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) [tw: drug use]

Not many people know this, but Lucio has troubles sleeping. Eventually, the weight of his deeds fell upon him, robbing him of his sleep. At the beginning he started using narcotics to fall asleep, but Julian caught him immediately and made sure to put a hasty end on the dangerous habit.

Now Lucio slips into your bedroom with some dumb excuse ("thought you wanted some water" "hey, I had this WILD dream" "I'm horny") just to lay with you as you fall asleep. Watching your serene face as you sleep helps him to soothe his sleepless nights and find some kind of peace.

Disclaimer: please remember that this is a fictional and very exaggerated depiction of sex. Most of what's written here would be problematic at best irl, and way unnecessary. Pls love yourself and be safe no matter what ♡

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yourftmfriend · 2 years

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They are all so confident and a dom until you get your hands on them.

Having them cry and whimper on your cock while they slur how “is’ too much” or how“ Ill breaakk”.

They think that its all about what they’ve read on their silly fanfictions.

#leviathan smut #lucio smut #smut #mammon smut

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teeth-farie · 2 years

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Hysteria 2.0

Lucio/AMAB Reader

Notes: plague era, doctor/patient, handjobs, mask kink, cum eating, a bit of cbt, humiliation/degradation, piss, lucio can’t get it up, prostate milking, 6k words

☞. . . The long awaited sequel I mentioned! If you read the first and thought ‘hey just jerking him off isn’t enough’ then this is the fic for you!

Your world is dark and red and plague coats the streets as thickly as molasses. It seems the city has crumbled a little more with each person that falls. With a life so bitter, you clung to the ounce of hope you had and applied for apprenticeship under a doctor at the palace. Asra left, desperate for distance from the city but you couldn’t join him—you wouldn’t, this was your home and you’re determined to piece it back together no matter what it takes.

The pungent smell of rubbing alcohol and the distant tang of coppery blood assault your nose even through your mask. The skittering of beetles from the pit buzz in your ears like terrible white noise, fueling your unease—but you persist, this is your job now. You chose this.

“I trust you to go on your own this time. It’ll be no different, it’s just like we’ve done together.” Doctor Devorak speaks monotonously and his eyes are bruised with sleep deprivation. Constantly, he hunches over books and furiously scribbles notes in an attempt to find a cure. Would it be in vain? You’re unsure, but if this takes a little stress off his shoulders, you’ll do it. “Be careful.” He says after a moment's hesitation.

In your bag, you carry all the equipment you need for your patient. Count Lucio.

You’ve gotten as used to his cocky persona as much as one possibly could. Even riddled with the plague, he still acts as though he’s the same man as before. He knows he isn’t—though denial is the greatest placebo. You’ve gotten used to your mask by now and your lenses barely fog up anymore. It scares Lucio, though he doesn’t show it willingly. You rap three times on his chamber doors before entering.

His room smells of disinfectant and night air that seeps through his cracked window. “Good evening, Count.” You greet coolly, approaching his bedside and placing your bag on top of an oak wood dresser. Lucio scans his eyes over you, red and puffy. “Which one are you?” His voice is rough and scratchy, you assume he’s been having coughing fits. You answer him with your name and he seems to perk up. “Your voice is too muffled with that thing.” Lucio gestures vaguely at your beaked mask. “Where’s Doctor Jules?” He watches as you unpack your bag and pull out various tools.

“Working.”

“He’s no fun. You know what they say, three's a party.”

Lucio is a terrible flirt and he doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care about boundaries between doctor and patient. If it were up to him, he’d have both his favorite doctors in his room with him after hours. But that isn’t what this is, he’s reminded. He’s a dying man and it’s a procedural matter.

You don’t answer his cocky remark and gather your stethoscope. You plug it in your ears and press the metal disk to his chest. “Hey! A little warning might be nice!” Lucio groans, nearly jolting at the cold metal. “Quiet, I need to hear.”

Luckily, he shuts up and you listen to the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat. You move it over his lungs and his breath rattles. “I need to put it under your shirt.” You lean back up and Lucio grins. “Oh? If you wanted me shirtless you just had to ask.” He grins and you roll your eyes. “You don’t need to take off your shirt, I’ll put it under.”

You lift the hem of his linen shirt and press the metal to his naked chest. It draws a gasp from him that you ignore. You move it across his chest where you need to listen and reach around to press it against his back. His lungs sound like a baby’s rattle, scratchy and clogged. His skin is warm to the touch though you can barely feel it through your thick gloves.

You move the metal disk higher and lower as you need it and Lucio’s heart rate accelerates as you move back to his chest.

“Remember to stay calm, we needn’t any heart palpitations.” Your voice is smooth and methodical. Setting the stethoscope aside for a moment, you fetch a band from your bag. “Would it be wrong for me to say you make my heart skip a beat?” Lucio croaks, completely ignorant of your lingo.

“Yes, that’s what a heart palpitation is, milord.”

“Right, I knew that.”

You grab Lucio’s right arm with gentle hands, turning it to expose the crook of the reddened flesh and tying the band tight around his bicep. He winces at the pinch of skin and watches you like a hawk as you place the stethoscope under the band and plug it back into your ears. You watch the clock across from his bed, counting each beat of his heart with practiced ease. Lucio barely holds in the painful cough once the full minute is over, turning his head and covering his mouth with the palm of his hand.

You take a moment to write down his vitals and rub his back while he swallows thickly and clears his throat. “Why are you doing that.” Lucio’s voice comes off more nasally than usual, craning his neck to peer over his shoulder where your hand lays. “I’m offering you comfort. Do you want me to stop?” You feel you may have crossed a line despite the count's provocative nature.

“No! No. By all means, keep touching me.” Lucio attempts to keep the familiar swagger in his tone yet you don’t miss how desperate he’d sounded for that split second.

You don’t reply to him, just moving your gloved palm to his forehead and the heat seeps through the leather. You sigh softly. “Fever still high. May I try something, milord?” You question and Lucio scoffs—well, the best he can without sending himself into a hacking fit. You take that as a ‘whatever’ and loosen the fingers of your glove, pulling it off. Lucio watches with interest as you place your bare hand to his clammy forehead and summon a simple cooling spell. He groans softly and leans into your hand.

“How’d you do that?”

“I’m well acquainted with magic.”

“Magic, huh? Must’ve lucked out with you, eh?”

Again, you pass over his comment and press your fingers over his temples and behind his ears, alleviating him of possible migraines. Your patient sighs a deep breath, the tension in his body slowly relaxing. “Keep that up and I’ll have to order you a raise.” Lucio hums and you remove your hand, slipping your glove back on. “I’m not getting paid, milord. I volunteered to help.” You clarify and the count gawks at you.

“You willingly chose to do this? Man..” he clicks his tongue and makes a sound of disbelief.

You continue the routine you’ve practiced with him before, taking notes on his behavior and advancements with his sickness.

“Have the assistants been helping you with your physical therapy?” You question, setting the quill down in its holder as you address Lucio. “Hmph, they haven’t even tried.” He huffs, staring ahead at the painting across from his bed—a commissioned portrait of a man defeating death, how ironic.

“That’s no good..” you mumble. “I’m assuming no one has taken you walking?”

“No. None of them want to touch me—I mean, I’m the COUNT, who wouldn’t want to fawn over me??”

You let him ramble as you take note of the lack of aid from his assistants. “I’ll help you with simple stretches today. I’ll give word about the slacking.” You announce, taking a moment to pop the joints in your arms and back. If you weren’t mistaken, the count would be like dead weight at this point, and stiff joints wouldn’t help you in this endeavor. “Are you ready, milord?” You prepare yourself to haul him upright at the edge of the bed, only waiting on his consent.

“If you hurt me, I’ll kill you.”

“This won’t hurt, I’m only going to relieve your body aches.”

Lucio gives you a skeptical look before nodding his head, pushing his arms out to allow you to grip under his arms, fingers pressing into his ribs as you help to position him. “First we’ll start with your arm; we can tackle your prosthetic later, though I’m sure you might need to take a break from wearing it to keep your skin from chafing…” you ramble on, more so to yourself than Lucio. He winces at the notion of removing his prosthetic, lips curling into a snarl. “No, the arm stays on.”

You only nod. “Yes, milord, I’ll make sure to inform the others of your decision.”

Lucio sits as straight as he can, back still aching as you take his right arm and start with overhead stretches. Sweat stains litter his shirt, and you make a mental note to have someone help him change after your checkup. Your thumbs glide down the inside of his arm, down over the red veins and to his wrist, pushing his hand down, holding, up, holding. Lucio watches like a predator watches its prey, yet sitting there with his hand in yours, back hunched, he seems more of a sad child; one who wears a pout on his face and kicks his feet where they dangle from his chair.

A strand of dull blonde hair falls into his face, and you push it back without really thinking about it, briefly raking your fingers through in a swift moment to instill its place among his hairline. Lucio closes his eyes, a rattling sigh and a sniffle of his nose. Something tells you to stay just a moment longer, and so you do, only under the guise of massaging his temples to relieve his headaches.

“We’ll do bed stretches for your legs, we needn’t overdo it.” Your voice, muffled by the leather beak of your mask, breaks him from his stupor. Lucio nods and clears his throat, which only leads to another coughing fit that you rub his back through. “Lay back when you’re ready.”

He raises his brow, then chuckles raggedly. “I knew you’d come around,” Lucio heckles, half falling back onto his elbows. You tut and guide him back yourself. “You have to lay back so I can stretch your legs.”

He rolls his eyes, rubbing the cool metal of his hand over his forehead. “Let me have a little fun, won’t you?”

You don’t answer, unwilling to fuel his fantasies. Your gloved fingers wrap around his ankle, one hand holding by the heel of his foot and the other in the crook under his knee. Slow and steady, you push his leg forward, knee bending near his chest. You don’t push it, just holding for a few seconds before pulling back and repeating.

Lucio doesn’t know if it’s just the fever talking, or the warm solid body maneuvering his, but he can feel the already present flush on his face getting hotter, his heart beating faster within his rib cage. He takes a deep breath, then out. This isn’t too bad, just stretching. Just his doctor's apprentice stretching his legs for him, with that hideous mask that for some reason has butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“Good job, keep breathing just like that.”

Shit. He really wishes you wouldn’t talk like that right now.

Now you’ve set his foot on your shoulder, using it as leverage to push it back, focusing on the hinge of his hips, and by god does that send his blood right between his legs. You don’t notice the stirring in his trousers, nor do you stop and look—then again why would you look.

You release his leg and move to the other, repeating the same cycle from before with intense concentration in those hollow eyes of your mask.

Lucio’s breathing is getting heavier, you notice, so you stop. “Milord, are you o… oh.” The air in the room freezes, everything still and your heartbeat rises in your ears. “I apologize, I’ll leave you to tend to yourself,” you flounder, immediately turning to pack up your bag. Nothing prepared you for this, none of your training ever taught you how to approach this kind of situation.

“Wait!” Lucio struggles to push himself up, but he gets there, braving his arms behind him. “You’re not just gonna leave are you?”

That scene is still replaying in your head, the Count flat on his back with his legs fallen spread on the bed, eyes trailing down in between his legs—somewhere you never should have looked. “I, I mean, this is unprofessional,” your hands clenched at your chest, soft leather creaking at your joints. “That would be taking advantage of you.”

Lucio scoffs. “Taking advantage of me? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my role, I could have you executed if you so much as pissed me off.” He swallows, pressing his hand down on the bed in between his legs, his wrist and forearm blocking the soft tenting in his pants. “So believe me when I’m asking you to do this,” there’s a new softness on his face, like he was just moments away from getting onto his knees—well if he could get on his knees.

You straighten your back, hands falling to your sides. “Ok, then. Ask me properly.” You demand, heart beating wildly in your chest nonetheless. For a moment Lucio looks almost surprised. Then, a catlike grin spreads across his pale face.

“Please Doctor, would you touch me?” He damn near purrs the word, the persistent flush on his face darkening for other reasons. “You wouldn’t leave your patient crying, now would you?”

You gather your bearings, heart hammering in your chest. A tad too stiffly, you begin searching through your bag. “Hey, I did what you wanted. What’re you doing now?” Lucio bobs his head around in an attempt to peer into your bag. You snap it shut after finding what you needed. “I won’t do it dry. Lay back, this won’t hurt a bit.” You unscrew the jar of vaseline, setting it down with a little clack onto his nightstand. Lucio’s already laid flat on his back by the time you turn around, struggling to shimmy out of his pants.

You grant him some reprieve, replacing his hands with yours and tugging down the waistband. “Finally,” he groans, cool air wafting over his hot skin. His half-hard dick lays on his belly.

“Now, stay still.”

With a gloved hand coated in lubricant, you grab his cock, slowly pumping him into full hardness. Lucio grips at the bedsheets, expensive linens wrinkling under his hands. The leather of your gloves glides across his heated flesh softer than he imagined it’d feel- the worn-in material like pure heaven.

“Doctor,” he gasps again, pants still snug around his thighs while he gives a pathetic buck of his hips. You press your free hand against his lower stomach, thumb rubbing right under the head of his cock. “Stay still, we needn’t cause any distress. Your palm acts as a stabilizer against his stomach, keeping him from the rowdy attempts at what his previous, healthy, body would have reacted with.

“I hope this relieves some stress, milord,” you twist your wrist and Lucio shudders. “Your health and well-being are my greatest priority.” Your thumb strokes along his jutted hipbone, mask-clad head tilting the tiniest bit to the side as you watch him writhe and pant.

“That’s-“ a heaving cough wracks through his body, making his stomach clench and cock twitch in your hand. “Th-that’s not sexy talk at all.” He groans, eyebrows furrowing and sweat dripping down his temples. “Oh?” You rub your thumb over his slit and a shuddering moan falls from his lips. “You seem to be gaining gratification right now, is this not sufficient? Would you like me to be a little more…intimate?” You press down lightly on his lower stomach, feeling his dick jump again in your hand as you start pumping faster.

“I-it would be, hg- fuck, helpful,” Lucio chokes, hastily trying to kick his pants off his thighs, the need for more mobility clawing up his spine until he's wiggling like a worm trying to get free.

You sigh, letting go of his dick and letting it fall against his stomach in favor of grabbing the hem of his waistband and sliding them down his legs. They fall to the floor with a soft thump. Lucio lifts his legs up to his chest, trying to make purchase on the edge of the bed rather than dangle off. “Don’t squirm, you’ll only hurt yourself.” You take his dick in your hand again and give another pump, something that makes his legs tremble. “Don’t tell me what to- ohhh,” his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering when you start stroking again, fast and methodical. He shouldn’t be much longer now, not with how he's starting to leak on your gloves.

His toes curl in his socks, his cool metal hand fumbling to brush up his shirt and thumb over a peachy nipple. You roll your eyes under your mask. You might as well.

You reach up and let your fingers rub over his second nipple, and the rumbly groan of delight that leaves his ragged throat is clue enough that you’ve made the right move. “You’re- you’re fucking creepy-” Lucio keens, weakly rutting his hips up.

“This mask is for my protec-”

“I know,” he heaves a great big breath with you carefully stroke his dripping slit. “The mask- it-it’s creepy but it's hot and, and-fuck!”

One well-timed grind of your finger under the head and tug on his nipples has him cumming abruptly, his thin hips giving aborted thrusts as weak loads of cum splatter against his stomach and taper off to drip down your gloved knuckles. Slowly, you taper off your stroking until he's gone soft in your hand. “I hope you feel satisfied. Now,” you give a disguised grimace under your mask at your gloved hand. “I should be taking my leave-!”

Lucio locks his legs around your hips, nudging you up against his as your knees knock against the edge of the bed. He leans upon his golden arm. “S’ not enough,” his heels dig into your tailbone. “Fuck me, fuck me like you mean it.” Your shock limits you enough for him to grab your soiled hand and bring it to his face. “You love your Count, don’t you?” He holds your wrist as he drags his tongue over your palm, licking up his own mess. “I’ll reward you, you can use me like a toy-”

The moment he tries to kiss your palm you yank your hand away with a sucked in breath, your heart hammering in your ears. You should leave, you should put a stop to this and forget that this ever happened.

…But you don’t. You don’t step away. You harden your gaze behind your mask and brace your hands on either side of his ribcage, looming over him.

“You really think you’re still in charge, don’t you?” Your voice comes steady, and you can almost see the shiver that runs through Lucio’s body. “Do you think this would be a reward for me? As if I didn’t do this because I pitied you?”

“Pity-!“ he guffaws, though quickly shut up the lower you lean into his space. You’re like a predator above him, the soulless beaked mask covering any sense of humanity. And honestly, wasn’t this what he wanted?

“Hold your tongue, milord, unless you’re using it to confess the truth.” The beak of your mask pokes against his blushed nose, and he scrunches up in reflex. His lips press into a thin line, barely hiding the tremble. “You begged me to touch you like a common whore- you will respect me. And if you truly want me to fuck you, you will beg again.”

There’s silence for a moment throughout the room. It’s still aside from the labored breaths, the baby rattle of his chest. Then, slowly, you can see his tongue poke into his cheek and confusion gathers in your mind until-

Lucio snorts and spits onto the beak of your mask. “Fuck you.”

Slowly, his viscous saliva slides down the bridge of your mask's nose, tinted with red specks and blood. You lean up, lips tugging into a scowl. With a quick movement, you swipe the spit off your mask and grab the Count by the face. Lucio winces, red eyes narrowing on you. “You insufferable little brat. You should be lucky I even touched you, not with your wife ignoring you up in this wing. Does she know you flirt with me? Does she know that you’re begging for scraps of attention like a dog? Does she care?”

Meeting your steely gaze, tinted by the red lenses of your mask, something in Lucio changes. You’re his only hope in any affection, you’re his only chance to be loved again–no matter how cruel it starts. Something in Lucio breaks.

“Give it to me.” He croaks, his nose hot and eyes wet. “I-I’ll take whatever- just love me, please.” …is what he doesn’t say. Instead, he swallows that pride of his and mutters a bitter ‘please’.

“Louder. I can’t hear you.” You demand, fingers pressing into his cheeks and squishing his face. His lips pucker embarrassingly. “Please.” Lucio repeats, louder and rough. Seemingly satisfied, you let go of his face and pat his cheek like rewarding a dog. “Now was that so hard? Someone should have taught you manners.” You knock his legs off your hips and return to your bag, rummaging for the vaseline you put back too soon. “I ought to put that mouth of yours to work, keep you quiet, but I don’t trust you not to bite.”

Lucio scowls, yet his heart quickens again as you unscrew the jar and scoop out a glob of viscous goop. “Wanna try your luck?” He slurs instead, tapping his teeth together as punctuation.

With your cleaner hand, you knock his legs back together and grab under the knees, pushing them up to his chest. He makes a gurgled sound of surprise, semi hard dick still hanging between the gap of his thighs. “I’d rather pull the stick out of your ass.” You grin a sarcastic grin, not that he can see it anyway. Lucio rolls his eyes, although short lived as they shoot open with the first prod of your fingers.

“Shit!” He yelps. “Couldn’t have made it warmer?” His toes curl in his socks, clenching up at the feeling of cold lubricant against his skin.

“You’re awfully spoiled, do you know that?” You rub circles over his rim, slowly warming up until he’s stopped clenching up so tightly. He grumbles, though goes quiet when you push the first finger in. You look up quizzically and find his eyes have clenched tightly shut.

“What is it now?” You ponder, finger sliding in and out, in and out, repetitively until he’s relaxed more and more. “Milord.” You call, crooking your finger up and-

“FUCK!”

The shout takes you off guard, and you almost pull your finger out until you see the tip of his dick wet and sticky with pre. “Oh?” You hum, bringing your finger in position again to rub at the gland inside. Lucio nearly chokes, dick twitching again in front of you. “Oh what a shame, it must have been so long since someone has touched you here, hasn’t it? If you’re giving me a reaction like that.”

“Shu-uuuoh-“ pre is steadily dripping from his slit, much more liquid than before as it pools on his balls and taint. “Ughn- j-just fu-huuuh-“ his eyes roll, heat pooling in every part of his body with each forceful press against his prostate, milking yet another glob of pre from his cock. “Fuck me alreadyyy,”

You tut, pulling your finger out and slathering more vaseline on. “Just a finger in and you’re already whoring yourself out- oh, my mistake, you already did that already.” You slide two fingers in, watching as Lucio’s rim widens and sucks in your digits. He can’t find himself to come up with a witty reply, too caught up in his own pleasure to comprehend half of what you’re saying.

More and more he loosens, weakly fluttering around your fingers with each pump. Three fingers in, and his pre- or at this point just cum- has dripped down onto your knuckles and coated his back end. “Filthy old man, you’re leaking all over my hand.”

Lucio guffaws. “Old?!” He babbles out his disdain for the adjective quite nasally.

You push three fingers up firmly against his abused prostate, grab his balls in your other fist, and squeeze.

“FU-HUUH-“

It’s almost as if the cum has been squeezed out of him, forceful sprays of the liquid splattering across your beaked mask. You flinch at the splatter, yet give his balls one more firm squish and twist before letting the flesh go, watching his dick fall limp between his thighs.

“Do you still want me to fuck you, Milord? Are you still craving my touch?” You slide your fingers out of his ass with a wet squelch, wiping your gloved hand in his thigh.

Lucio stares at the ceiling for a moment, vision spinning and chest heaving. He’s sore already in the groin, yet he wants more. You’ve given him a taste and now he’s starving; you’ve shown him your cruelty tonight, and he can only imagine how else you’ll beat him down. “Yes-“ he swallows, leaning up on his elbows to get a good look at you.

He nearly falls back again at the sight. That horrific mask that he hates so much, splattered with his own semen. It fills him with an odd feeling, one of both arousal and discomfort. That mask plagued him- literally, and now seeing it tainted, seeing it in a new light, it makes his chest tighten and privates throb. He…likes this mask, when it’s on you. And that thought both scares and excites him at the same time.

“You’ve gotten me messy,” you rise, meeting him face to mask and caging him in. “And you’re going to clean it. Go on, lick it clean like the mutt you are.”

Lucio grimaces, staring at his own reflection in the big red glass eyes of your mask. And then, somewhat to your own surprise, he sticks his tongue out and timidly laps at the end of your beak. You lean down a little further, the tip of the leather beak pressing against his lips.

The sickly blonde turns his head to the side of your mask, licking a stripe against the cool leather, cleaning his own semen from the material. He groans, sloppily licking the rest of the sticky mess off your mask with enthusiasm unfit for his previous behavior. You can only suppose it’s his not so secret desire to be humiliated.

His eyes have glazed over a bit, his licking leading back to the beak of your mask, his lips parting further like he wants to try and take it in his mouth. You chuckle and give his cheek a rough pat. “You’re that eager to have your mouth filled, huh?”

Lucio straightens up in a sense, embarrassment crossing his face. “I- Shut up!”

A type of wolfish grin stretches your lips and you stand straight, re-spreading his legs and unbuckling your belt. The count licks his lips. “Fucking finally,”

“Don’t get so cocky, milord, with how desperate you’re acting it might be too much.” You unbutton the front of your trousers and pull your cock through the hole, heavy and aching in your gloved hand. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t handle.” He seethes, yet angels his hips for you as you press the head of your cock against his stretched rim. You push into him without any further warning, easing into his lube-soaked hole with a low groan.

Lucio’s jaw falls slack, a strangled and aborted sound coming from the back of his throat.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you needed, milord?” You punctuate with a quick snap of your hips, forcing the rest of your dick into him. He gurgles, hands coming up to his mouth as a heavy coughing fit tears through his chest.

“Yes,” he croaks when the coughing subsides, the convulsion making him clench tightly around you. “Fuck, I needed it, so bad,”

You brace your hand against his skinny stomach, slowly pulling out and pushing back in at your own pace. Lucio groans in protest, complaining about the speed and making half-thought jabs. “All, all that talk,” he laughs breathlessly, though his eyelids flutter and he chokes on a whine when you bottom back out. “Can’t e-even fu-“

You roll your eyes, pull out, and snap your hips back in.

“Fuck!” His own cry punctuates your thrust, his head knocking back against the bed.

You build a quicker pace, fucking into him roughly and without care. Right now, he’s your plaything.

The rhythmic slapping grows louder and louder, blended with pitiful moans and cries, vulgar and desperate. Lucio’s face screws into one of brutal pleasure, his teeth grit and eyes screwed shut; all framed with the brightest cherry blush, only partly from his sickly hue.

You tear your gaze from his face, trailing down his frail chest and stomach and-

“…you’re not hard.”

You slow and grab his limp cock in your hand, roughly pumping it. “You’re all limp, Milord.”

His eyes shoot open, something like fear and humiliation flashing in his red eyes. “D-don’t,”

“Don’t what?” You dig your thumb into his slit. His dick gives a twitch but ultimately remains soft and useless. “It’s not my fault your dick is broken.”

Lucio snarls, though it holds no true malice. You slide your hands under his knees and push them up by his chest, picking up the pace again. His head rolls, hand reaching out to paw at your chest, fingers hooking on your light colored uniform. His flaccid dick slaps against his belly with each push of your hips, and the forceful press jolts him up against the bed almost violently.

“You truly are useless,” you spit, hips slapping against his, heart hammering in your chest. Lucio gasps and heaves, his sickly pale skin flushed red and sweaty. His sunken eyes are tear-filled, dampening his lashes and sliding over his cheekbones. “All you’re good for is warming my cock.”

To your surprise, Lucio hiccups and nods, weakly holding onto the bunched fabric of your shirt. In that moment, you realize just how weak Lucio is; how frail his body is, and how easy it would be to break him.

“You stopped,” he croaks, weakly punching your chest. “Duh-don’t be such a pussy,”

Ah. Maybe he doesn’t need too much tenderness after all.

You forgo your hold under his knees to grab his thin hips instead, squeezing tight enough to leave a violet bruise in your wake. “I thought maybe I should have granted you a little softness—but it seems that was wrong of me.” Your hips snap forward almost brutally, and the leverage that your grip on his hips gives you is similar to fucking him as if he was but a toy. You watch his eyes roll, jaw falling slack as a moan not unlike a strangled bird tears from his raw throat. “What, hah, would everyone think,” you begin, curling your fingers into the skin of his hips and belly, thumbs hooking into his hip bones. Lucio hisses at the ache.

“Knowing if you were fucked by a common person, a nobody, according to you.” He clenches at the thought, forming a vice around your throbbing cock. Hot pleasure seethes through your veins, and it seems if anything, The Count truly is just good for a fuck.

With each taunt, each rough thrust, your fingers press deeper into his skin, until you can feel a faint and lingering heartbeat under your fingertips. Your hands slide over his stomach, and a high-pitched cry tears from his throat, the look of pure shock laid across his face. Confusion gathers in you until you look down and see that limp, useless cock of his leaking hot piss over his taut stomach. It only hits you then that you had dug your fingers right into his bladder, practically squeezing it out of him–but he doesn't need to know that.

You guffaw instead, watching the last spurts of his yellow steam taper off and drip down the side of his stomach, pooling under him.

“Oh my gods- I had never taken you for a bedwetter, milord.” Lucio flinches at the humiliation…and yet his legs curl around your hips, limp dick still slapping against his now wet belly.

“Should I inform the other doctors and tell them that their count is incontinent? That their count is no better than a bedwetting child?”

“M’not a- uhng, hn!”

You strike his prostate and a small glob of fluid leaks from his piss wet dick. “Oh?” You cock your head to the side in thought. “Was that supposed to be you trying to cum?” Lucio’s face is a steady red, his teeth grit and brows furrowed. Your balls slap against his ass, the coiling knot in your stomach gathering tighter. Lucio babbles something about how you shouldn't talk about him like that, that he could make you pay–all the while moaning like a cheap whore.

And at some point, the tightness in your gut grows too tight, too intense. You knock his legs off your hips, pulling out to Lucio’s disgruntlement–and finishing on his stomach. Your cum splatters against the sticky urine already coating his stomach, almost mixing together in a disgusting concoction of a night of bad decisions.

“Asshole,” Lucio gasps, head falling back against the bed. “Shoulda’ came inside,” he bemoans. You roll your eyes, dragging your gloved fingers through the puddle of cum and piss on his stomach. “Oh, shut up.” You shove your messy fingers in his mouth unceremoniously. Lucio looks at you almost pitifully, but slurps up the fluids off your fingers almost too eagerly. You pull your fingers out of his mouth, and to your surprise, he keeps his mouth open in wait. With a shrug of your shoulders, you keep feeding him until the mess on his stomach is almost completely gone and his eyes are starting to droop with exhaustion.

You pull away, stepping into your own space to tuck yourself back in your pants before grabbing a spare cloth from your bag and wiping the rest of the sticky mess from his stomach. Lucio leans up on his elbows, watching you almost cautiously, like he hadn't expected this. “I…I hope this satisfied you like you had wanted.” You find yourself murmuring, wiping the lube and sweat from his thighs and ass before putting his underwear and pants back on him. “It did.” He grins lopsidedly, breathing out a comforting sigh as you help him sit up.

“We should do it again next time, how bout’ that?”

You pull the damp sheets off his bed, taking care to slide them out easily from under him. “I don’t quite know about that.”

Lucio pouts, crossing his arms. “I’ll see you again at least, right?” He grumpily lifts his arms as you pull his shirt back over his head.

“Of course, this is my job.” You pack your bag again and pause, reaching out to push Lucio’s hair back. He leans into it near desperately, choking down a whimper when you pull your hand away. “I’ll send someone to get you fresh linens and garments.”

“Do you…” he trails off as you approach the large door. “Do you like me?”

The question takes you off guard, and the look on his face is heartwrenching. You open your mouth and then stop. This is the man who sentenced those down on their luck to the bloody arena. This is the man who partied while his people died of the plague. Do you like him?

“...Goodnight, milord.”

The door closes behind you with a soft thump, and Lucio is left alone again.

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