#janai 🤝 gerry: inspiring heights of filth out of me i didn't know i could reach

[stobinesque]

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my prompt is: stommy + thighs

continuing on the growing trend of "I don't know where this came from"...I think this is the meanest I have ever written Steve. So like, fair warning.

prompt: 'thighs' | wc: 250 | cw/tags: Transmasc Steve ('dick' and 'cunt' used), Light Objectification/YMMV Degradation, Mean Dom Steve, Face-fucking, references to Stomarol | Stommy

Steve wrapped his thighs around Tommy's head. "Fuck. Is this why Carol always asks me to eat her out? Are you this lazy when you have her legs spread for you?" Steve thrust his hips upwards, grinding his dick along Tommy's nose, and bit back a moan as Tommy's tongue dipped into his cunt.

"I dunno why I even offered to train you. Carol and I are better off riding your face and using you like the broken toy you are."

Tommy whined, the vibrations sending shivers down Steve's spine. Steve forced his hips still, fighting to maintain the illusion of the scene they'd built.

"Flatten your tongue for me, little slut." Steve fisted a hand in Tommy's already mussed hair, holding him still so he could rub his dick over the flat of Tommy tongue. "Mmm, fuck. I have to do all the work while you just lie there and take it like a little bitch."

Steve bucked against Tommy faster, chasing after his release, blood thrumming with heat. He wanted to tell Tommy how good he was. How nice his tongue felt on him. 

But sticky-sweet vitriol was what drove Tommy wild, and Steve couldn't deny the rush it sent through him as well. Fucking Tommy left Steve dazed in a way no one else did. 

Tommy trembled against him. Strung between the need to be good enough and the knowledge that within the confines of their game he never could. 

With a gasp, Steve cut him loose.

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