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Finished this on stream with the new tablet the other day

This Barbie is ready to commit a War Crime

Your honor, I am... ballin

Just stretching

Mr. Mephi ~

(nsfw)Drabble [Mephi]

The heavy weight rests solidly on his thighs. Fingers tipped with sharp nails grip at his ribs.

Soft grunting inhales to exhales coat his ears as the body shifts itself down his length, lifts, and then slams back down, the bed rattling as he is used like a toy of sorts. A sharp, momentary flare of pain nearly brings him back, but then once again the dimly pleasurable rhythm starts up again and he is able to drift away and forget about what’s happening. Dirty, wet kisses are slid over his neck and tattooed shoulders.

The grunts begin coming faster, the pace temporarily picking up, and his body reacts automatically, hips lifting, thighs spreading, back bowing in an effort to assist. A strange burning dampness paints across him and he huffs out a sigh, blinking behind his shades.

“Fuckin’ hell,” the miqo’te moans, shifting off his glistening prick still engorged but softening in the cooling air now that it wasn’t in use. The body falling into the bed with a thunk of the box springs next to the large elezen. “They told me you’d be a good ride.”

Mephi rolls onto his hands and knees. Already stuffing his cock into the pants half up his hips. “Thank you,” he says simply politely, picking up boots, sliding them on. The tacky feeling of cooling semen doesn’t abate but, with months of practice and use to other items on his skin, he is able to ignore it. He collects his fee from the table with his neck tie coiled next to it. Throwing the button up over his skin and doing it up quickly lest his body is exposed even more. 

It’s a warm day outside, the sun shining, but it does nothing to flush the blinding feeling from behind his eyes. Its hateful. Rubbing at his forehead some and thinking only of a long shower to erase the smell of the other off his miserable skin. It itches and makes his skin feel all wrong, but Mephi’s just too tired to care anymore. Gloved hands working the knot through the fabric in a quick short motion to do up his tie.

It’s later, after a hot shower and a pair of comfortable sweat pants and his ravaged back hitting the sheets. He lies down on his bed, in the pitch darkness that was his comfort and stares at the ceiling. This is it, this is his life now, and he’s no longer sure that he really wants to see how it’s going to turn out.