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this is wrong, so wrong, and alhaitham knows it, but he can't do anything to stop it. he won't, not when it feels so good, so perfect despite the perverseness because how can something like this possibly be bad when it feels heavenly?

language escapes him when he looks down at you, knelt so beautifully between his legs, your throat taking his cock so well it nearly makes him short circuit. your tongue, your mouth work him over so entirely he can't help but think this is something you were made for this, for him.

but it's not possessiveness that overtakes him, it's piety. and it's you who he's worshipping, panting out your name like a prayer, a near beg to give him the release he's so desperately in need of. and you do, you give it to him. he finds that he doesn't need words when this is the language you're sharing right now, primal and unbridled pleasure.

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[keigologies]

something almost sinister has taken hold of tighnari like nothing you've ever seen from him before. you'd be worried if it didn't feel so damn good. earlier in the night, he'd sworn he'd seen someone flirting with you, though you argued that the person in question was only being friendly. still, he'd not been able to shake his initial feelings and the second you'd gotten home, he'd been on you.

now, he's fucking you into your pillows and keeping your hips up with his a tight grip. every roll of his body into yours, every thrust has you on the verge of collapse. you're not sure how long you've been at this, how many orgasms he's pulled out of you, but with overstimulation blurring the line between pleasure and pain, you don't really care.

"fuck, you sound so pretty like this," tighnari remarks, digging his hand into the small of your back to arch you more for him. you win in response, too far gone to use words. "maybe you should let more losers flirt with you if it means i get to make you sound like this afterwards."

you whine and nod your head in assent, pressing your hips back against him. something sparks in his mind, though, and when he voices it, you nearly come on the spot, the way he's filling you up right now be damned.

"or i could breed you like the dumb little pup you are. get you pregnant as proof that you're mine and no one else's, huh? how about that?"

at this point, you'd let him do anything as long as he made you come again.

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[keigologies]

when you and kaeya first started seeing each other, it had been out of decently pure intentions, despite his reputation as an insatiable flirt. you'd liked getting to know the softer side of him, his hopes and dreams, the things he liked doing that didn't involve alcohol or work. and you hoped he thought the same about you.

but this is anything but pure, innocent, loving in the way you've come to know kaeya. he's got you on your knees while he lounges on your sofa. he has a hand buried in your hair, easing your mouth forward on his cock, hot and heavy on your tongue. this is the first time you've done anything like this; he knows it and he's being gentle, voice soft and goading as he convinces you to take him all the way down.

his tip, slick with your spit and his precum, nudges the back of your throat and you gag a little around him. it burns deliciously in a way you've never known, in a way you never want to know with anyone else. kaeya lets out his own little groan, hips stuttering off the cushions, and when he collects himself, he pats your cheek with his free hand, looks at you with dark eyes, a smirk on his face that has you clenching your thighs together.

"there you go," he coos, pulling you off and chuckling when you come away with wide, watery eyes and saliva already pooling at the corners of your mouth. "told ya you'd be perfect. gonna let me use your mouth now, huh?"

you'd be remiss to deny him.

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