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R & P : 1

It wasn’t one at first! Mostly, at least.. He had weird dreams every so often- everyone did, really. But these were.. different?

It started off normally.. but sometimes one of the others would.. kiss him? It was casual, really. Like when one was leaving the room, or just as they were watching a movie, or they’d appear in entirely random spaces like in the ocean or a dog park..

Patton assumed it was just something silly- a what-if situation, something fun.. kissing didn’t have to be romantic, after all! He’s kissed the others before in a little less than conscious state before.. he just liked to show affection, was all.

But then the dreams started to just be kissing.. and it was a lot harder to justify why he was dreaming about making out kissing his friends.. a lot.

And then, it got even weirder. He started kissing people he wouldn’t even really think about kissing- most of the dreams had been Roman, and maybe Virgil a couple have times.. Logan felt too (for lack of better words) stand-offish and uncomfortable to kiss, and the others… well there’s a lot of reasons he wouldn’t kiss them..

But during the dreams, he was. And it was weird- and it made Patton feel weird.. And it only kept getting worse as hands got involved- with Janus of all people first, too! Considering the extra hands, it made sense, he figured, but.. it still felt weird.

It made Patton feel weird, and bad. But.. the dreams didn’t stop. They became more frequent.. and less platonic. It wasn’t something Patton could just brush away anymore- he started to avoid being alone with the others because of it.. which sucked, because he liked the others! But when you’ve dreamed about kissing a person way more often than they have (which is probably never) it starts to get really weird to face them..

This continued to culminate, and slowly bubble in the background. But with every repressed thing Patton has- which there are many- there comes a breaking point. A time where the pot boils over..

This day comes for this specific problem when Patton wakes up hard.

He doesn’t even notice at first- he’s too tired. He just wants to fall back asleep, to forget the feeling of hands in his hair (or truthfully, to get back to that feeling- but we’re still in repression, alright?). He nuzzles back into his pillow

And then he feels it.. undoubtedly stimulation. He immediately jolts up- which does him no good really, since it just makes his dick brush up against it more- as he begins to panic.

That’s not good. Not normal, either! Why was he hard?

It wasn’t morning wood, he never got morning wood. Like how Logan never got sick, some sides just didn’t have normal human things. And Patton’s was that he didn’t get like.. this, ever.

He tries to calm his breathing, to think properly- maybe he just got it now. Maybe it was just some weird thing where now he’s going through some second puberty and he gets random boners that are no big deal and not a sign of anything- right?

“Yeah.. no, no this is fine,” He said out loud, laughing slightly. This was fine, and it wasn’t weird. Because it was a normal boner- not an inappropriate one! Just the normal kind, the kind that’ll go away on its own..

Any previous clearance of his worries were immediately interrupted as he suddenly inhaled sharply, a jolt of something running throughout his body.

His body had been moving against the pillow he was still on. His body was still currently moving on the pillow he was on.

Patton felt like he was going to throw up.

He began panicking once again- not understanding how to stop himself- as if he wasn’t in control of his body anymore. It wasn’t large movements- he wasn’t some pervert- but it wasn’t exactly nothing either.. Which was bad. It was very bad, immoral, even.

This was bad. He was doing something bad right now… he grabbed the cross that he often kept tucked under his shirt, held onto it tight enough that the sharper edges dug into his skin slightly..

“Stop- please stop,” He mumbled to himself, closing his eyes as he clenched his teeth..

“..What’re you doing?” Asked a familiar voice, and Patton’s head snapped up, his body properly freezing this time.

“What?” His voice was quiet, suddenly scared and confused.

Remus was there, suddenly, sitting on the corner of his bed. He was just smiling, head tilted slightly.. It made his stomach twist, and his fight or flight instincts flare up.

“..Remus?”

Without any reason or warning, Remus was suddenly closer to Patton, and his smile turned into a grin- a smirk, even. He spoke quietly, but Patton felt as if he was yelling anyway,

“Patton…

Are you humping your own pillow right now?”

Patton felt his body drain of any color simultaneously with his face blushing brighter than it ever had before. He immediately moved back,

“N-No! ..No- why would I? That’s gross- Remus what are you doing here? Why would you say that- t-t-that’s wrong! You know that-“

Remus just nodded, smiling. Patton didn’t like that, and he swallowed uncomfortably. Remus didn’t agree with him, he was a weirdo, who tried to convince Patton that bad things were actually good.. They didn’t ever think the same thing.. so why was he now..?

“You’re right! It’s wrong.. which is why I'm wondering why you were doing it out of all people?”

“I wasn’t!” He exclaimed, closing his eyes in adamant refusal. It was just morning wood.. a normal thing, that didn’t involve him..

“Mmm.. Patton, Lying is a sin~” Remus said cheekily, his smile growing as he cut off Patton’s attempt to rationalize his actions in his mind. Patton inhales sharply.

“That- it’s- ..I-I didn’t mean to!”

Remus raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him.

“Really..? Most people don’t accidentally hump things, Patton. You’re not a dog,”

Patton looked down, ashamed now. He gripped onto the cross harder.

“I’m- im not! I didn’t, it was an accident, really. I had a weird dream- and I woke up like this! I didn’t even notice- I didn’t feel anything,”

Remus twisted his head more, an over dramatic, disgusting sounding crack was heard as did.

“A dream? Like a perverted one-“

“No!” He replied too fast, entirely too guilty of what the dream was, what it could be considered.

“Really..? It was just a normal dream? What was it about, then?”

Patton gulped, sweating a little.

“I was just.. I was with a friend- we were hanging out, it was a boring dream..” He frowned at calling hanging out boring- it wasn’t, he enjoyed time with friends- but he needed any excuse he could think of.. Unfortunately for him, it was a bad excuse.. and another lie..

“Hanging out doing what..?”

“Puzzles.. and stuff”

Remus raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him. He didn’t bother to reply this time, just created an image of hell to float next to him. The words “Liar’s Paradise” were written above it, just to be even more dramatic about it.. He was going to get a little bit of fun out of this, after all.

Patton closed his eyes again- fuck! Lying was bad- why did Remus suddenly care about lying?! He’s friends with Janus out of all people- what morality did he have in this?

“I- we.. It wasn’t.. We just.. kissed, and stuff. It was normal, friends can do that..” His voice got quieter the more he talked about it.. he was quickly becoming uncertain with the excuses he had solidified in his own brain as he had to explain them outloud.

“..Right, sure.. and you really just kissed..?”

Patton bit his lip- why did he have to go through this? Why did he keep asking questions- was he torturing him on purpose?!

…Probably.

“Well- I.. at.. at some point Logan got hot, so.. Uh,” He swallowed uncomfortably

“I helped take his tie off a little, and unbuttoned his shirt- b-because I was trying to help! I wanted to be a good friend, so.. I.. I did that,”

“Annddd….?” Remus circled his hand, as if he was trying to get Patton to hurry up already.

Patton gulped, and felt his face flush even more, somehow.. This was humiliating- and cruel! Why did he have to explain this- experiencing the dream was bad enough.

“I- W-Well I didn’t.. I didn’t do anything, uh.. but Logan- he.. uh, he started putting his hands up my shirt-“

“And you let him?” Remus asked, a little shocked. It was fake, played up just to rile Patton, but it was real enough for Patton to squeeze his cross again..

“I didn’t- it wasn’t me, it was a dream! I wasn’t thinking like myself,”

“Sure, but you thought of the dream, didn’t you?”

Patton gulped..

“You did.. and it’s not like this is the first dream like this that you’ve had, right?”

He didn’t answer. He looked anywhere but at Remus. Why did he know that? Why-

“And it’s not like the dream was going to end there, right? People don’t usually stop there..”

“I-Wh,” Patton stammered, appalled by what Remus was implying.

“N-No! No- im not.. weird. I wouldn’t have d-done anything else,”

“Really..?” Remus sounds unconvinced, an eyebrow raised.

“R-Really! I- ..It would have stopped.. O-or at most we.. we would have just kept kissing.. and.. and Logan would have kept uh.. touching my chest.. and s-stuff, and,” Patton felt his voice hitch in his throat, and he broke eye contact again..

Remus’ smile returned to his face, an evil, evil grin.. really.

“Patton,”

“…W-what..?”

“You’re humping your pillow again..”

Patton bit down on his lip, suppressing a pathetic wail that he would have left as he realized what he was doing.. again. He immediately shifted, moving off from the pillow entirely and sitting on his ass now,

“Fuc-udge.. I-I didn’t mean to do that- I wasn’t, I move on my own sometimes- it’s-“

“Hey,” Remus interrupted, moving closer to Patton again,

“It’s alright, Patton..”

Patton hesitates, clearly unsure on if he should believe him..

“…It is?”

Remus smiles, before abruptly palming Patton’s dick,

“Yeah, of course it is. I mean.. You can’t help being a pervert, can you?” He asked, tilting his head innocently.

Patton gasped, and shook his head,

“I-I’m not, I wasn’t being a p-pervert!”

“..Sure you weren’t.. You were just getting off to dreams about your friend touching you.. Totally normal thing to do.. Not weird at all, definitely not immoral in any way.”

Patton whined as Remus continued to touch him,

“N-no… no I wasn’t- I wasn’t getting off, I wouldn’t do that..” He tried to calm his breathing, holding onto his necklace with both hands now..

“Then why are you hard right now?”

“It was an accident- I just woke up like that,” He closed his eyes, trying to ignore everything going on right now.

“Really..? So none of this meant anything? You aren’t turned on right now- even a little bit..?”

Patton nodded, swallowing as he grinned his cross. “Y-Yes.. It was just.. an accident. I'm not… nothing going on.”

Remus hummed, and shrugged.

“Okay, then!” He said, immediately letting go of Patton’s dick, which prompted a whine from the other.

“Hey-“ Patton moved forward, speaking before he could properly realize that he shouldn’t be saying anything at all.. that he shouldn’t be moving.

“..Oh? Hmm, is something the matter Patton?” Remus was back near the edge of the bed again, casually looking at his nails as he spoke.

Patton was silent for a moment, maybe he.. shouldn’t answer. Maybe it was good- maybe Patton could just repent like normal and it would be fine, he would be able to be forgiven, eventually..

..But Patton was desperate right now.. A little too much to think rationally right now.

“… Why.. why did you stop..?”

“Stop what?”

Patton didn't answer this time.. He realized very quickly was asking for- and how awful that was.

“Surely you aren’t asking me to touch you again? Well- that would be horrible! Immortal, indecent.. perverted, even. You aren’t that, are you?” Remus continued, a smile spread across his face as he watched Patton’s own self image shatter in front of him.

Patton gulped, “N-no.. no I don’t want that, I don’t…”

He whined slightly as he trailed off, looking down at his dick in frustration. It was painfully hard, constrained under his pajama pants- he hasn’t felt like this since he was a stupid teenager! What the hell was wrong with him? A few stupid dreams and now he was like this..?

He couldn’t just.. fix this.. He had to do something about it.. right? That was normal- surely.. maybe not the dreams, but there wasn’t another way he could get rid of it so..

“…is it really that bad.. if I do..?” Patton whispered, trying really hard to not start forming tears in his eyes. He wasn’t a bad person.. he wasn’t..

“Patton, listen to me carefully…” Remus was suddenly tilting Patton’s head up, his hand on Patton’s dick as he straddled him. Patton’s eyes widened as he looked at him, his mouth slightly open as he searched for something to say..

“..Y-yes..?”

Remus leaned in, moving towards Patton’s ear with a smile.

“You’re absolutely disgusting for wanting this,” He said, in a more serious manner than anything else, and immediately groped Patton’s dick..

Patton fully whimpered, half from the sudden stimulation again, and half from what Remus just called him.

“Nh.. no- no, please,” Patton whined, trying to remove Remus from himself. He didn’t- he was supposed to be good, he was Thomas’ morality for gods sake. Why was this happening to him?

“No what.. are you telling me to stop? I’m not doing this for my own sake, you know.. it’s what you wanted,”

Patton felt his mouth go dry, and swallowed with no success.

“I don’t- this.. ha.. Remus,” He wriggled uncomfortably, this was bad, and wrong and he needed it to stop.

“I-I don’t want this,” he mumbled.

Remus frowned, slowing his movements deliberately.

“..Lying isn’t going to get you anywhere, Patton,”

“S-sorry..” he replied immediately, feeling even guiltier. Since when was Remus the one correcting Patton’s action..?

“I-..” He gulped,

“I don’t- I don’t want to want this.. ok?”

Remus titled his head innocently again, stopping his hand entirely now. “Want what? What is that you want, Patton? I can’t understand you if you’re vague. It’s as bad as dishonest.”

“..F-..for you to touch me,” he mumbled, like if he said it quietly enough then it wasn’t real- that didn’t count.

Remus still didn’t move, and Patton whined,

“My-.. I want you to touch my dick,”

Remus hummed approvingly, moving his hand into Patton’s pants and boxers, which he reacts to with a sharp inhale.

“Good.. at least you admit it,” He says, smiling as he takes Patton dick in his head, rubbing the pre-cum already leaking down it, which grants more whines from Patton.

“Remus, please-“

“Please what? Speak up..”

“M-Move.. move your hand, please,” His head falls down, gritting his teeth as he asks Remus something so.. awful.

He chuckles in response, “You really are perverted.. And so easily, too..”

Patton frowned, biting the inside of his cheek so hard he punctures it.. He deserved that.. he shouldn’t be doing this- shouldn’t have even said that, said any of what he’s said..

But Remus was moving his hand, and he was so close to him and Patton felt hot.

“S-sorry.. ha, im sorry- I can’t help it,” He mumbles, trying to stop himself from moaning.

“That’s not true.. You can, you just don’t want to, right?”

Patton just whined again in response, biting his lip again..

“Yeah.. you just like being a pervert, right? You didn’t even try to stop the dreams, or even get off the pillow… You’re kind of pathetic,”

Patton felt more tears roll down his face, and a wail escaping his mouth. He covered his eyes with his arm, trying to calm himself down.

“You can’t even control your voice. It’s like you’re a slut,”

Patton shook his head, “I-I’m not.. no.. I’m not, it.. just feels good, i'm not trying to- ngh.. im.. not doing it o-on purpose,” He pleaded, as if he was trying to prove himself.

He was good.. he was a good person. The cross felt hot in his hand, like it was burning him. Or maybe he just felt hot- he couldn’t tell.. everything was fuzzy.

“Mm… the more you deny it the worse off you are, Patton.” Remus replied, speaking in a sing-song voice. He slowed his hand again, and this time Patton pushed his hips into Remus hand..

“Sorry- I’m sorry! I- I don’t know why I did that”

“You did it because you’re dirty, That’s all.” Remus said, and it was almost reassuring.. weirdly. It was awful to hear, of course.. but it also felt like it solidified something.

“..Y-yes, ‘m sorry.. for being gross,” He mumbled.

“..That doesn’t make up for it.” He said, smiling as began stroking Patton again, who whined once more.

“W-why.. ha- why are you helping I-if it’s gross, then..? Why,” His hands felt sweaty.

“Oh.. me? I’m not doing anything. You told me not to stop, didn’t you?”

“..I did,”

“..Exactly. It’s you who got yourself in this situation, isn’t it? All because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.”

Patton felt embarrassment and shame fill his body.. He was right- He didn’t.. Remus didn’t even ask for this. He admitted everything, he even told him to.. to..

“I-..I am a pervert..” He mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut against his arm to try and prevent tears from coming out.. If doesn’t work.

Remus nodded, patting the back of Patton’s head comfortingly.

“You are.. a filthy little pervert, really. Having dreams about us- I bet you even had one about me, right?”

Patton breath hitched, “I-.. I wasn’t trying to- it was normal.. at first,” he retorted.

“Sure.. At first.. then what happened?” He asked, leaning closer to Patton..

“Uh.. I-“ He gulped, uncomfortable as he leaned back.

“You- d-dream you, anyway, uh.. kissed me.. randomly. And I kissed back.. and we did.. Ha.. W-we did that f-f-for a while.. mmh..” Patton moved his hand down, biting his knuckles to try and prevent himself from moaning.

“Keep going, Patton..” He whimpered in response, but removed his hand from his mouth.

“… Y-you asked.. f-for me to remove my shirt.. and I did. And.. y-you did too. And we.. we.. ha.. f-nnh.. we touched each others chests.. and.. uh, waists.. too- a-a little bit,” Patton’s mouth was open, fully panting as he recounted what he dreamt about..

“Mmhm.. Yeah… I bet you want to repeat that too.. don’t you?”

“W-what- Wait,” He couldn’t suppress his moan as Remus increased his pace.

“Right? I’ve been in front of you this entire time- haven’t I? I bet you’ve been trying hard not to stare- haven’t you? Trying to be a good little Christian boy, when we both know you’re a freak, hm?” Remus grins, grinding himself against Patton’s dick for a moment.

Patton moans louder this time, and has to bite his tongue for a moment. He sniffled, blinking away his tears.. When was remus shirtless..? Why- why was he also shirtless, He didn’t do that, right?

“R-Remus”

“You’re already staring? I was right, hm? You want to touch me, get your filthy hands on me, right? Corrupt me- like a sinner.”

Patton’s hips moved on their own as he let out another strained moan,

“Remus-“

“What? Go on.. say it. I’m not allowed to do anything unless you say it right? You have to admit how much of a pervert you are..”

Patton hesitates for a moment, and he covers his eyes again- forcing himself to not look at Remus.. It’s better if he doesn’t see him- see that he’s looking back at Patton.. that he can see how awful he’s was being right now.

“Ah.. R-Remus please.. please I want- ha.. let me touch you, please.. and k-kiss you, please.. I want you to do it too, please,” He whined as Remus squeezed his dick, unsure of what meant.

“God, you sound so filthy,” Remus said, unable to hide how pleased he sounded rather than disgusted like he was supposed to.

Not that it mattered to Patton, anyway. He felt wrong either way- the words were enough to make him choke as guilt piled up more and more..

He didn’t have much time to think about that though, because very suddenly and without really warning he felt Remus’ tongue in his mouth- and if he wasn’t so surprised by it he might have come prematurely just from that..

He kissed back, sloppily- he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but it was hard not to. Not when it felt so good. He moved like this opportunity might be taken away from him at any second.

His hands flew to Remus chest, one grabbing around his pec and the other trailing across his stomach before moving toward his spine.

Patton could feel Remus’ own hands on him- moving wildly. It felt like electricity, or maybe just straight up fire.. It was hot, burning. Like the cross around his neck right now..

He was no longer being jerked off, instead he was being grinded against by Remus- who.. fuckin hell- he was hard too. Patton didn’t notice- he didn’t want to look before, didn’t want to give in, but he could feel it now. Against him. His own moans broke the kiss up,

“Ah. Hha.. hell- Gosh, god.. Remus-“

Remus leaned in closer, moving his hips faster,

“Are we cursing now? Have you gotten that far that quickly? Fuck- you must be a degenerate or something,” He laughed, finding it humorous- fascinating, even, how fast he was able to break him.

“Haa- ‘m sorry.. It just.. feels, Ha,” Remus began biting into Patton’s collarbone, which made him shoot his head back, moaning again.

“F-fUCK! ..ff.. Ha- shit, im sorry- god, im a pervert” His voice hitched toward the end, a mix of horror and lust dawning over him.

Remus’ thumb pushes in on his inner pelvis, “You are- you’re fuckin more than a pervert. You’re a whore, aren’t you?” He whispered, biting down near his ear just to get another reaction from him.

“One in the making- you’re too far gone, huh?”

“N-No- no no, I don’t.. I don’t wanna,” Patton cried out, digging his nails into Remus’ skin slightly.

“I-I’m not.. I can’t,” He pleaded.

“You already are, Patton.. Look at you- can you even hear yourself? The way you’re moaning right now? The way you look?” Remus laughs, and Patton tries hard not to focus on the feeling of his breath so close to him.

“You’re not coming back from this.. Patton.. and I think you know that, don’t you?” He moves his hips again, long and slow this time, which draws out a horrifically slutty moan from Patton.

“Fff…Fuck- im.. no, ha.. Im sorry- im sorry I didn’t,” He moved a hand to the both of their dicks, holding onto them so he could thrust against Remus properly,

“‘M sorry.. f-for being a w-whore, it feels so good, remus, please..” He sniffled, trying to blink away his tears once again. He felt Remus’ tongue on his cheek, licking the ones that had already fallen, and moving further down to lick his jaw and neck as well… He felt so, *so* gross..

“Remus I’m..” he gulps, “im gonna cum-“

He felt a smile form across his Adam’s Apple,

“Of course you are- fuckin.. Dirty pervert, getting off from your friends? I’m not even really a friend, makes it worse, really. Getting off to anyone, huh? Is that what you like to do?”

“Mmh, n-no, no! N..not just anyone, please- Remus,” He whines. He was telling the truth- it wasn’t just anyone. He wouldn’t do this with a stranger- he’s not that far gone..

“Patton, you know I can’t do anything when you just talk,”

“Cum- I-I want to cum, please, please- im, sshhhit.. Please,” He whines, looking down,

“I-I know im a pervert- and gross, but please Remus I just- please,” He rolled his hips again, digging his nails further into Remus’ skin. They don’t go too far in- he doesn’t keep his nails very long, but it’s something. Remus has to make a conscious effort not to shiver as he feels it jolt down his spine.

“Fucking.. Ha.. god, Patton you talk so dirty. You’re fucking filthy, you know that?” He pushes Patton’s chest down, moving to be properly mounted on top of him now, both of their dicks in his hand as he humps him.

“Y-yes, yes I know.. please- I’m dirty please just let me cum,” he moves a hand towards Remus’ waist, pushing him down further.

Remus curses, moving faster, “Fucking hell.. Look at me- what you’re making me do, huh? Fuck- you like this don’t you? Getting what you want even though you don’t deserve it? Even thought it makes you fucking disgusting,”

Patton nodded, moaning incomprehensibly. He was fully sobbing again- not that he ever really stabbed crying, but now they were like faucets again. He was a mess, fucking up into Remus’ hand over and over as he eventually came, squirting over his own chest.

Remus came soon after, biting down into Patton once more to prevent himself from moaning out- Patton didn’t deserve to hear that.. not yet, anyway.

“Fuck..” He mumbled, laughing slightly- in disbelief almost.. He really didn’t expect this much from Patton- not immediately anyway, this was..

“..So fucking nasty.. you know that?”

Patton nodded, whimpering slightly.

“I..I know..”

[th15isn0th1ng]

S & M: 3

“Ha, Mari,” Charlie whined, squirming under Mariana’s gaze.

He wasn’t supposed to continue- he knew he wasn’t. Mari told him to stop already, but he couldn’t. He felt like his body was moving on its own. It felt wrong- like he was betraying her (because he was, he was a bad person)- but he couldn’t stop.

“Amor,” Mariana said, warning Charlie once again.

“Mari- I can’t I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna,” He swallowed thickly, looking down at himself. He couldn’t look at Mariana, he felt to ashamed- too awful.

He continued to watch his hand as if betrayed him, refusing to loosen its grip despite attempts. He felt pathetic.. he felt ashamed. Deeply immoral.. selfish, mainly. He was selfish..

Mariana just wanted one thing from him.. just one. After all he’s taken from him she just wanted one thing.. and he couldn’t do it- he couldn’t,

“Mari,” He was crying now.. He could hear her moving closer to him, and he shut his eyes.

“Im sorry, ‘m sorry- Mari, fuck, ah..

I’m gonna cum I’m sorry- im sorry, ‘m sorry ‘m sorry,” He sobbed, hiccuping and crying as he eventually came. He enjoyed it- and hated himself even more that he did. He didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve anything right now.

Arms wrapped around his still shaking body, and helplessly (pathetically, unapologetically) he leaned into them, wrapping his own arms around Mariana’s back.

“I’m sorry im sorry- I,” he hiccuped, his own crying disrupting his speech,

“I didn’t mean to- I tried.. I wanted to stop I’m sorry- you told me to and I didn’t-“

Mariana shushed him, and pulled him in closer, covering his mouth with her own body..

“It’s okay, slime.. Ok? You tried, I appreciate it.. It’s okay,”

“No- I.. You told me and I didn’t and you- y-you don’t deserve that, you don’t-“ Charlie hiccuped again

‘You don’t deserve me’

He began crying harder, unable to properly get the words out anymore.. He just sobbed- selfishly, instead of comforting Mariana.. But she stayed anyway, comforting him instead.

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“Mari,” Slime moaned, moving his head forward. He gripped the bedsheets underneath them, trying not to move much..

Not like he really could move, anyway. Mariana was currently behind him, holding Charlie in place with her own legs and reaching over with her arm to stroke his dick.

“Si..? You need to speak up, love.” Mariana smiled as Charlie whined.

“M’ close, Mari- Mari please, Mariana, amor, esposa-“ Mariana put a finger in Charlie’s mouth to hush him, and another one after that for reassurance.

Charlie knocked his head back again, moaning something indistinguishable. He was so close, fuck-

He moved his hips, attempting to gain leverage. Suddenly- however, Mariana pinned his leg down with her own, and stopped all movement with her hand.

Charlie whined, more than Mariana had ever heard before. He began squirming around, mumbling incoherently around Mariana’s fingers, so graciously she took them out to let him speak.

“hA- Mari, why- why? M’ sorry- please, Mari.. I’m sorry I’m don’t know what I did please let me cum, amor please,” He attempted to move his hips again, but struggled under the weight of Mariana. He sniffled, trying not to cry.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, amor.”

“Then why- why’d di you stop, Mari please I didn’t want you to stop,” He tries once again to move- to do anything, but he can’t.

“Ay.. I want to make it last, ok? It’ll feel better, promise.. It’s a reward, amor.” She moves to kiss his neck, and slowly, very slowly starts moving her hand again.

“‘Ts isn’t.. Can I have my reward now? I want, Mari..” He whined again. Did he do something wrong- why did she do this? Why was she lying, this wasn’t good. He wasn’t going to cum, she wasn’t letting him. He didn’t something wrong and now he can’t come and-

“Amor,”

Charlie sniffled, and realized he had started crying.

“‘m sorry.. I’m sorry, Mari,”

She kissed his neck again, softer this time.

“Nothing to be sorry for, love. I want to make you feel good, do you trust me?”

“Si, I trust you..”

“Ok.. then let me spoil you.. yes? You’ve been good, you deserve this.”

Charlie frowned, not truly believing that.. He hadn’t done anything. He’s just failed him, over and over.. What good could he possibly deserve..?

“I- mmh, ha- I don’t.. why do I deserve this..? I don’t- I didn’t,” Charlie tried to remove himself from Mariana’s grasp. He didn’t deserve this- whatever she had planned, he didn’t.. this shouldn’t be for him. He shouldn’t get this-

“Ay.. because I love you.. And you love me, si?” Mariana moved her other arm, wrapping it around Charlie to prevent him from getting up.

“Ah, ha.. Si- Si I love you,” Mariana’s pace increased, and Charlie moaned out in response.

“Si.. then you deserve this. You’ve been a good boy,”

Charlie whined at that name. Why- Mariana was being nice and he didn’t know why. He wasn’t good- he was being bad, he should be punished, right?

“I’m.. I haven’t done anything,”

“You are here.. That is good enough, amor.. Let me spoil you,” Mariana continued to press kisses to his neck and jaw, and Charlie was helpless to stop him..

He didn’t understand why Mariana was doing this.. what she saw in him that made it worth it.. but it’s what she wanted.. He didn’t want to upset her, or disappoint her.. he wanted to be good- even if he wasn’t, he wanted to try..

“Amor, are you close?” Charlie whimpered, breathing heavily as he looked down and forward. She was too close to him, the voice was too close.. too loving- even for right now.

“Si- yes, yes I’m close Mari please, I’m close again, I’m,” He moans, then whines, and shuts his eyes. He grips the sheets underneath them tighter, trying his hardest to be good like she wanted.

Mariana yet again abruptly stopped, this time pushing her thumb into the tip of his cock. Charlie cried out in return, jerking his head back yet again as he continued to mumble ‘please’s and ‘Mari’s over and over.

“Almost.. ok? One more,”

“Please.. I don’t- let me cum.. I don’t deserve the reward, I just.. please.. Let me cum,”

Mariana pushed her thumb further down, and Charlie yelled out,

“Don’t say that.. you deserve this, ok? Just once more.. Calm down and I’ll help you cum..”

Charlie whined, but did as she said. He took slow breaths, attempting to calm himself. He moved his arm up only to wipe the tears that had begun moving down his cheek.

Mariana turned Charlie’s head, giving him a soft kiss on the lips,

“Muy bien.. Good boy, amor,”

She began moving her hand again, an agonizingly slow pace being set up once more.

“I just need you to do one thing for me. Can you do that, love? Can you need good for me..?”

“Mm, si, si i can be good- I wanna be good please, I wanna try,”

Mariana smiled, planting another kiss on his mouth, she didn’t pull away as far this time.

“Good.. I need you to stay still,”

And just like that, she relaxed her legs. And she let her other arm just rest on his chest.

Charlie immediately buckled, moving to push his hips forward, and Mariana let go of him in reply.

“Ah- mmhg, I’m sorry- I’m sorry I won’t do that I’m sorry, please,”

Charlie forced himself to sit still again, clenching his teeth in anticipation. When Mari did wrap her hand around him again, he didn’t move.. and when she started to move he only jolted slightly,

“Sorry sorry ‘m s-“

“Ay, shh, shh.. You are doing good,” She planted a kiss on his neck,

“Good boy, muy bien.. keep it up, ok?” She kisses him once again, and slowly increased the pace.

Charlie let out a strained grunt, and he had to temporarily move his hand to his thigh to prevent himself from moving,

“I’m good.. I- ah, I wanna be good for you, Mari- hh.. I’m, I am right? For you-“ He moans as Mariana increases his pace yet again, and he moves slightly into it.

“Sorry- I’m sorry I wanna be good, please.. I’m trying, I wanna be a good boy-“

“Hush, you’re doing very good for me.. just a little more, ok?”

He whined, but nodded. He continued to try and push his legs down, biting his lip to try and resist speaking out of turn or letting the pleasure take over him..

He wanted to be good.. Mari thought he was good, so he had to prove himself.. He had to- he didn’t want to let her down, not after she’s done so much.. she deserves this, she’s so kind..

Mariana’s hand stopped again, and Charlie pushed forward. And then again, and again- he had to push down harder on himself to get himself to stop moving,

“Sorry- ‘m sorry.. mari,” He winced, not wanting go complain again but also wanting to apologize and ask to cum and-

“Muy bien.. Do you want to come now..?”

“Yes- yes please I want to.. I want- ha- I want you to make me cum please, I’ll be a good boy please,”

“Si.. you mean that? You’ll keep being good for me? You want to stay my good boy,” she ran her fingers through his hair, and he moaned in his response,

“Yes- please, I’m, yes I’m your good boy- I wanna be so good, please, I’ll be good for you, ok? Mari,”

She puts her legs on top of his again, pinning them in place. Then she starts moving her hand again. Not as slow as before, but certainly not as fast as before.

“Mari- please..”

“Soon, I promise. It’ll be better, ok?” She plants some apologetic kisses onto Charlie’s jaw, the only responses given being panting and moans from Charlie.

She eventually increased her pace again, and had to push herself against the force of Charlie’s legs,

“Close, amor?”

“Yes- yes I’m.. Mari I’m so close I don’t know if I can- ah.. ngh.. I can’t- Mari I have to cum, please,”

Mariana didn’t reply, just continued to press kisses onto Charlie. He whined in response- unsure of what to do. She wasn’t stopping, he couldn’t stop himself, not like this,

“Mari, please.. Mari I’m going to, amor, please I wanna be good I wanna, Mari,” He hiccuped, and try to move away.. It didn’t work, Mariana only moved faster, and faster.. He came harder than ever before..

He felt a mix of ecstasy and shame, Mariana hadn’t said it was okay- but, she kept going, she said it was time- but what if it wasn’t, he just wanted to be good, was that good..?

Charlie looked over to Mariana, and she smiled. She gave him a kiss, deeper than any of the others one. Charlie returned it, a little hesitantly.

Eventually she broke away, and her smile grew even wider. She stayed close to Charlie, caressing his cheek,

“Good boy, mi amor..”

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“..M-Mari,” Charlie looked up, searching for any order in Mariana’s eyes or body language. She just stood there, smiling at him,

“Si, amor? Use your words, please.”

“Mari I’m gonna cum,” He said, before he had even properly recognized that he was going to cum- but he was. He was close,

“..Without me? I want to cum with you, amor,” She frowned slightly,

Charlie whimpered. Mariana was barely half hard by now- she had told Charlie to start before she had even gotten home..

“‘M sorry, I dont- Here,” He opened his mouth, trying to move himself back so he could properly suck Mariana off, but she stepped back.

“Ah, no.. It’s okay amor, I can do it.. I just.. Can you wait for me? Please, like a good boy would?”

He whined, “Yes, I’ll- ha, I’ll be a good boy. For you, ok- I wanna be a good boy,” His hand didn’t stop moving.

“Okay, good.” She gives him a kiss on the forehead, and rested a knee against the side of the bed.

“Wait for me, ok? Don’t cum, please..” She began stroking herself, slowly.. much slower than Charlie wanted- much slower than she deserved..

“Mari..” he mumbled, attempting to move toward him again.

“Please, no.. ah, just.. slow down, ok? Can you do that for me?”

“I’m about to cum,”

“Don’t, please..”

Charlie gritted his teeth, suppressing another whine. He let go of his dick, moving his hand towards his thigh instead. His nails dug into his skin as he desperately forced his hand not to move.

“Good boy… Don’t stop touching yourself though. Pretty please? You can for a little- bit, ha.. you look so pretty, amor.”

“Fuck,” Charlie moaned, his hips instinctively jumping up- although it was met with nothing to satisfy him.

“Please baby, amor- I want to see you, my good boy,”

Charlie moved his hand back, immediately forgetting that he couldn’t come- that he should be slow- and began practically humping his own hand,

“Please, again- Mari again,” He wanted to hear it.. He wanted to be good- he needed to. He was good, right? She kept saying it- and he was going to prove it.. He could be good- he wanted to give Mari what she wanted

“Si,” Mariana moaned slightly, and had to slow down her own pace.. She wasn’t supposed to be letting him go this soon- but fuck.. he was being so nice.

“Your good, my perfect boy, ok? Mi chico perfecto- muy bien,”

Charlie cursed a few times, desperately fucking into his own hand. Mari was praising him- he was doing what he was supposed to, doing a good job. Mari thought so too- she sounded so pretty,

“Ha, thank you- thank you, please.. Mari are you close?”

“No, not yet amor-“ a moan cut her off momentarily,

“Please, wait.. I want you to come with me, please..”

Charlie bit his lip, and slowed down his pace unwillingly..

“Ok- ok.. together, ya, I want to come with you, Mari.”

“Si, yo también. Just- mghh- wait a little longer, ok? Please, baby,”

Charlie felt like he was going to melt- he removed his hand entirely again, whining once more.

“‘Sorry, I can’t- I was.. I want to cum with you,” He held off on using his hand, and just humped his dick into the bed.. It wasn’t nearly enough,

Mariana’s control faltered, fuck- he looked so good.. He was trying so hard, so cute, all of her. She sped up..

“‘Ts okay- ha, s-soon, amor.. ok? I’m-“ He ran a hand through his own hair, trying to remain calm.

“Please, baby- look up, ok!? I want to see you, can you-“ she moaned,

“Touch yourself- im close, please,”

Charlie didn’t have to be asked twice, he immediately began humping himself again, looking up at Mariana with hungry eyes,

“Can- Mari can I touch myself other places- please,”

“Si, anywhere,”

Charlie nodded, moving one of his hands up to his chest.

Mari was so much better at this- at everything, she’d touch anywhere and it would feel good- but he tried. He moved to cup one of his pecs like how Mari did.

“Fuck, good, you’re so pretty? My good pretty boy,” She moved a hand over to run her fingers through his hair, tugging it very lightly when she got to the back.

He moaned in response, leaning his head back, closing his eyes in pleasure. He quickly opened them again, remembering that he was supposed to be looking up at Mariana.

“Amor,”

Charlie was panting at him. Panting, and moaning, and fucking his own hand trying not to come all for Mari, fuck- how did she get someone so perfect.

“Amor, Charlie, I’m close. Are you close?”

“Yes- yes I’m close, Mari I’m- hh, I’m so close for you,”

“Good boy, good, please- fuck, ha.. come with me, please. You deserve it- your so pretty, so pretty Charlie,”

Charlie moaned, his eyes rolling back slightly. He was incoherent, his ‘thank you’s and ‘please’s and ‘mari’s and other phrases all mixing together.

They came almost at the same time- Charlie moaning out Mari’s name as he came tipped Mariana over herself, and entirely on accident she came on top of him.

Charlie didn’t seem to mind, he seems happy, even. He immediately leaned forward, putting his hands in front of him and panting slightly as he calmed down,

“Fuck- Shit, hA, thank you.. thank you Mari, Was I good?” He asked, immediately looking up towards him.

She looked down at him in return, leaning closer to him to rest himself more on the bed and to kiss him,

“Yes- you were so good, love. Perfect for me, ok? You did so well, thank you.. So much,”

“‘Ts okay, I like being.. being good for you, I want to be good..”

“You are, amor.. You are.”

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S & M: 2

“Hey.. mi amor-“

Slimecicle blinked, realizing Mariana had been speaking to him. For a while, he could tell, as his eyes focused on his face.

“- are you okay?” Mariana asked carefully, a hand rested carefully on Charlie’s abdomen.

Charlie smiled, appreciative of the concern. He took a moment to register how he was even feeling right now, other than very hot and energized from anticipation. He was a little overwhelmed.. a little self conscious, which was normal for him; but over any of those common underlying feelings was a sense of admiration.

Admiration is what drew Charlie away in the first place, and it was for a good reason… He..

It was shocking to Slime that he hadn’t noticed Mariana's beauty sooner. A literal goddess walking among them- it was.. astonishing, really.. He couldn’t imagine ignoring this before. It felt strange almost, as if Mariana was rebirthed. He knew that wasn’t true, of course. Perhaps it was his own eyes that had changed.

Either way, Slime was just glad to be able to appreciate it now. To study every inch of Mariana, it was a gift most wouldn’t receive. He cherished it.

Charlie softly glided a hand across Mariana's side after a moment of silence, and leaned in to kiss her. “M’ good, mi amor.. keep going,” he whispered.

Mariana’s heart skipped a beat.. He didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed slime again, keeping himself controlled despite desperately wanting not to. Charlie wasn’t an object, or even a person, he was an angelic figure to respect. Every part of him.

Mariana took a shaky breath as he entered slime. He looked up, immediately wanting to reading Charlie’s face. He assumed that he was okay, she knows slimes tell. He isn’t melting, no sudden jolts has been made.. but Mariana wanted to make sure anyway.

What Mariana didn’t expect to see when he looked up was the face Charlie was making. He could hear his breaths getting heavier, hotter as libido increased. His mouth was ever so slightly opened, enough for Mariana to see that bit of tongue peaking out. Enough for Mariana to want to kiss it closed again.

Charlie looked up at Mariana again, slightly confused at why he hadn’t moved. He made no comment, he could live with this being the last thing that happens to him ever- but he did want to know if something was wrong. He made eye contact, giving him a curious half lidded gaze.

Mariana took another exhale, lowering her body to kiss Charlie’s neck. It was hot. They were so close, she felt like she was being electrocuted. She thinks electrocution would be fine if it meant staying close to Charlie.

“Eres tan bonito… perfecto,” Mariana hummed.

Mariana didn’t move back up. She kept low, kissing around Slime's neck for a while. She never noticed how soft it was, how perfect. She could feel the small whines and exhales Charlie let out. She wanted to do this forever.

But, She didn’t. The teasing was for another day, perhaps- or maybe not for any day at all. Slime deserved this, Mariana felt. He deserved to be treated, so after one more kiss on Charlie’s jaw and a playful smile thrown his way she slowly moved back.

Charlie’s breath hitched. He loosely held onto Mariana, and whimpered.

“Keep going,” He said, quickly, before Mariana even had time to try and say anything. He knew Mariana would worry, that he was caring, and loving like that. That he would drop everything in an instant if Charlie said the word, or even gave him a look.

Fuck, Charlie has to blink a few times to stop himself from crying. It’s not like he wasn’t used to how Mariana felt- he’s had sex enough with her to know. But, god.

Had Mariana always been this perfect? He must have- Charlie just can’t understand how he never noticed. A part of him felt guilty, selfish even. He ignored this gift for so long, it was truly devastating.

So Charlie held onto tighter, determined not to take him for granted again. He wanted to memorize this feeling, every moment of Mariana on him.

Mariana finally properly set a pace, and Charlie let out a strained moan. Mariana’s eyes shot to Charlie’s face, and if he hadn’t already been restraining himself it would be incredibly hard to now.

Charlie had removed one hand from Mariana’s back, and was using the back of it in a bleak attempt to cover the noises he made. It was cute- she thought- how shy he was being. It’s not like she hadn’t heard much more erotic from slime before, after all. She would wonder what changed now- but she’d rather not linger on questions or what-ifs, she wanted to live in this moment. Wanted more from him, as selfish as that may be.

Mariana gently pushed Slime’s hand away. She held onto it- just for contact, really, he could remove it if he wanted.

“You don’t need to be shy.. ok? Te amo..”

“Fuck-“ was all Charlie could muster as a response. He was honestly getting embarrassingly riled up from this, they had barely even started. He felt so worked up, every part of him was burning.

He wanted to turn away, to take his hand out from under Mariana and cover his mouth again. He knew Mariana wouldn’t oppose, he’d want Charlie to be comfortable. But Charlie wanted to please him, and he longed for the contact.

So he looped his fingers in between Mariana’s, and tried his best to stay calm. He still bit his lip, and tried to keep his mouth closed- which Mariana didn’t object to, as Charlie guessed- but he breathed heavier. Mariana was so pretty, it pained his own heart.

He squeezed Mariana’s hand once, a quiet ‘I love you’ pressed into him. Mariana squeezed back, and Charlie let out a more pathetic whimper. He felt so small, and Mariana was so big. His whole world, really. He wanted more of her, wanted to do something. His body fulfilled that desire on its own, pushing back into Mariana as his own control faltered.

“Slime-“ Mariana said, his voice hitching from the sudden movement. His words weren’t dismissive in any way- Mariana is far from displeased by that movement. But it is a warning. Mariana could feel himself slipping, his pace quickened and he pressed a kiss into slimes neck once again as an apology. He didn’t want to hurt slime- to disrespect his body. He should be controlling himself- he shouldn’t have done that,

“Nn.. Mari- hh.. it’s okay-“ Charlie hand jolted back to his face, too embarrassed this time to resist. He stayed intertwined with Mariana, and his other arm had to be moved to counteract with the sudden shift in weight. Charlie would apologize for that later, he thought. But he could tell Mariana was holding back, and he felt that pain again. He shouldn’t need to worry- Slime couldn’t think of a thing that Mariana could do in this moment that would upset him.

“Keep.. go faster-“ Charlie gasped, a moan escaping him even despite their combined hands resting on his face.

Mariana had likely never reacted faster to anything in his life- a moan of his own escaped his mouth between another kiss across Charlie’s neck (which, of course, was beautiful. Did Mariana mention how beautiful he was?) as if he was as surprised by his actions as much as Charlie was.

Mariana was feeling light headed. The vibrations of Charlie’s moans, the feeling of his hand locked in with his own, the close contact, being able to kiss him- it was all honestly overwhelming. Was fucking anyone ever this overwhelming before? Mariana couldn’t recall.

She couldn’t even think about anyone anymore- Charlie was the one he was focused on right now. She moved her head away from his neck to make eye contact again. He looked just as dazed as she was, and it brought a little bit of comfort to Mariana.

He was enjoying it, that was good. She squeezed Charlie’s hand, lightly. Charlie felt his hips jolt again, and he could feel himself spinning.

Nothing had ever felt this good, and of course it didn’t. Mariana was his god- a deity brought down. It was unfathomable the amount of pleasure he was feeling. The amount of undeserving love he received, Charlie could cry. He might, if he thought about it too much.

So he doesn’t, instead he focuses on the physical. Mariana is here with him, Mariana is perfect, in every aspect, Mariana is holding his hand still, he thinks Mariana might love him. He knows that he loves him too. Mariana is moving inside of him- Mariana is having sex with him. And it’s different. Mariana is going to make him come,

“Shit- ha, Mar-“ he gasped, his eyes watering again. God, when did he get this close? What the hell..

“Mari ‘m,” he moaned again, “I’m close.. mari-“

“‘s okay, love. Te cuidaré, okay?” Mariana said, leaning forward to kiss slime on the forehead. A selfish part of him wanted to make slime come untouched, merely to show that he could do it. But he’s done it before, and in all honesty he’d rather just hear slime satisfied more than anything. It’s not worth the prolonged time, a smile is more fulfilling, he felt.

So he took a hold of Charlie’s cock in one hand, a slow rhythm at first. Charlie barely tried to keep his moans hidden at this point- it was a pointless endeavor, really. Mariana was glad, he gave him another kiss, on the lips this time. The vibrations of their moans send sparks throughout Mariana’s body- god he was perfect, wasn’t he?

Mariana quickened his hands pace, and soon after his own. The scene was too erotic to say controlled anymore, as bad as Mariana felt for that. He was reassured slightly by Charlie’s touch, one of his hands slipping around Mari’s ass as his body pushed up to rest his head on Mari’s shoulder.

“mari- Mariana,” Charlie whimpered, his face so close to Mariana’s now. In a different way- this angle felt more personal, somehow.

“Mari- ha, shit-“ his voice rose, clearly surprised by his own sudden horniness. He felt submerged, as if a tsunami was about to hit him and he was already drowning in the waters. The way Mariana was looking at him wasn’t any better- Charlie felt like he was staring at the visual definition of lust. It was overwhelming,

“Please- ha.. I love you- ah, you know, right? -fuck, Mariana,” He felt Mariana’s eyes on him, and he closed his own in embarrassment. A kiss landed on Charlie’s neck, and he could feel Mariana gain speed again, even more than that, intensity. He squeezed onto Mariana’s hand, his moans incomprehensible at this point.

A few more incoherent ‘love you‘s and moaning of Mariana’s name was all that could be understood. Not that there was much time to say anything else, he felt splatters of come land on him shortly after his ecstatic confession.

Mariana’s grip onto the hand Charlie was stills holding tightened, and his teeth clenched. It took everything in Mariana to not continue- to be a good partner, make sure that slime was alright. He slowed his pace, searching Charlie’s expression.

“Mari-“ Charlie opened his eyes, feeling him slow. His heart ached. She was so sweet, too sweet. He caught his breath, and avoided eye contact as he managed to properly speak again.

“Keep going, you can come- please,” he mumbled, pushing his own hips forward as a reassurance.

Mariana let out another moan, and he squeezed Charlie’s hand again, entirely unintentional this time. He sped up again, his hand absentmindedly massaging the now limp dick in hand. He shifted the both of them, he wanted to kiss Charlie again. And he did, leaning down as a still delirious Charlie lifts his head up to kiss her back.

She doesn’t pull away this time, and instead moans ‘te amo’s and ‘you’re perfect’ and ‘slime’ and other things that make Charlie’s heart flutter into his mouth. She wanted him to know- she has to let him know. Charlie was perfect, Charlie was the only thing that mattered right now.

She can feel the heat rising. Charlie was so good, fuck. She didn’t know she was this close. She opens her eyes for the first time, and leans back ever so slightly, “inside?”

“Inside-“ Charlie says, speaking so fast he cuts himself off with his own moan, “inside please- mari, ha, please,” Charlie is cut off by another moan and kiss from Mariana. It didn’t last this time, Mariana felt that he was going to suffocate if he didn’t let go. So he did, but he kept close, kept feeling the heat radiating off of Charlie, the quick breathes and sudden moans. Mariana feels out of breath, he feels truly estafic, and he comes harder than he’s ever come before.

She squeezes Charlie’s hand, and feels utterly drunk on this trip. Her other hand stops moving, and so does she, slowly. Charlie lets out a half hearted whimper of disappointment, his dick half hard again due to Mariana’s insistent massaging. He wasn’t truly upset, of course, just needy, if anything.

They lay there for a moment, Charlie lazily still half humping into Mariana’s hand as Mariana gives him soft kisses on his neck- a new favorite of his, apparently. It was quiet, nothing but soft moans and quiet breathes left to hear.

Mariana eventually moves up, deciding that he’s had enough of Charlie’s neck, his face was something to be admired. He kissed slime with a small smile, a hand brushing the hair away from his eyes. “..You okay?” She asks, mostly out of custom than any real worry.

“..When did you get so good at this?” Charlie says, a humorous tone in his voice that is mixed with new upbuilding lust- he should probably stop humping Mari’s hand, huh? He smiles, then moans slightly as he pushed into Mariana’s hand again, and then giggled. He felt silly, all of a sudden.

Mariana’s smile widened, and he drew a longer kiss into Slimes neck, leaving a slight mark. It felt wrong, almost, to mark someone like Charlie.. as if he was dirtying him. But the noise that came from Charlie was worth it, he felt.

“..When I realized just how much I loved you,” Mariana whispered, to answer his question, caressing his cheek now. She gave Charlie the same humorous tone, but it was clear to both that it was a serious response, despite this new light atmosphere.

“Ha.. Love- ah, you too,” Charlie said, a mix of leftover high from his newly gained hickey- he’s going to have to take a picture of that later- and his continued humping causing his breaks in his sentence.

“I can tell,” Mariana jokes, and regains a proper grip on Charlie’s dick. She didn’t mind doing this again, if it meant Charlie could look at her like this for a little longer.

Neither minded, really. This could last forever, they felt, as long as they could both show that it meant more. As long as they could both say- in body or in words- ‘I love you.’

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S & M: 1

It was hot, and uncomfortable, and horrifically suffocating in here. Well, to Charlie at least. He had initiated this, but didn’t expect anything to get so far. Not in terms of sexual activity, but.. feelings.

Mariana wasn’t even undressed, she was just looking at Charlie, smiling. He felt sick- he didn’t know why. Objectively this was good, great even. But he felt overwhelmed, and squirmed under her gaze.

Mariana frowned slightly, letting go of Charlie’s dick. He let out a sigh of relief instinctively, missing the contact but too grateful by the removed intimacy to care..

“Que paso.. why are you crying?” Mariana said, reaching up to wipe a tear for Charlie’s cheek. His fingers were gentle, and he looked at Charlie with compassion, not pity.

Charlie was stunned for a moment, he hadn’t even known he was crying at the moment.. he would laugh if it wasn’t such a horrible situation.

“Why.. are you acting like this Mariana..?”

Mariana frowned, “..Like what? ¿No te gusta lo que estoy haciendo?”

“No- yes.. I-“ Charlie sniffled, becoming increasingly distraught and frustrated with his own emotions. He didn’t know why he was acting like this.. why this was getting to him so much. He’s had sex before- it’s not like it’s difficult or uncomfortable or something.. but this, the eye contact, the gentleness.. this was so different. It was scary, Charlie thought.

“..Keep going..” he managed to let out, wiping his own face again and clearing his throat a little.

“Please, It’ll make it worse if you keep looking at me..”

Marianas frown didn’t disappear, but she nodded. She moved carefully, lovingly, wrapping her fingers around Charlie’s dick slowly. They remained unmoving for a moment, and she glanced back up at Charlie for a quick confirmation. After a nod, Mariana slowly massaged her thumb into the tip of Charlie’s cock.

Charlie sucked in a sharp breathe. It wasn’t even satisfying, it was barely giving Charlie anything, and yet..

Mariana put another hand into Charlie’s thigh, not inside for any stimulation.. just to show that he was there.

“Hey.. slime. I love you, okay mi amor?” Mariana looked back up at him, and Charlie broke.

He suddenly jerked forward into Mariana, a tidalwave of emotion crashing into the both of them as he began to sob. He tried to speak, or to calm down or say anything, but he could only manage another wail.

“Hey hey hey- ¿Que pasa? We can stop Slime-“

“No,” Charlie chokes out, his words seemingly coming back to him in a shock.

“No I’m sorry you don’t need to stop- I just. It’s a lot Mari.. this is..” Charlie hiccups again,

“I can’t say it back..“ he mumbles. He pushed his head into Mariana shoulder, feeling pathetic. He broke at the simplest sign of affection, and he wasn’t even able to offer anything in return. He reached out hopelessly towards Marianas dick, but was pushed away with not enough strength to resist. He was a fucking mess…

Mariana holds his head, and begins continuing his slow massages. Charlie whimpers, and has to blink a few times to prevent more tears from flowing.

“It’s okay.. Te amo de todos modos.. just.. enjoy, por favor.” She kisses the back of his head, and then pushes him away slightly to rest their foreheads together.

Charlie nods, and swallows hard. He tried to focus on just Mariana’s hands, but it was all still overwhelming. They were even closer now, and Mariana was so kind while she worked. He breathes heavily, still trying to calm down. It wasn’t working.. everything was too much.. they were so close, and Mariana looked at him as if he was something more than just a body, she didn’t even let him touch back.. it was hard to process.

Mariana pushed her thumb further in the tip of Charlie’s dick, and then slid her hand down and up once over it. Charlie gasped, shocked by the sudden change.

“You’re thinking too hard, mi amor,” he whispered, moving back to the same thumb movements he had been doing.

Charlie nodded, and took a few more breathes, this time slower. He looked down instead, watching Mariana movements instead of her face. Her thumb was soft, and she moved it rhythmically. Charlie felt less like he was being jerked off and more like he was being comforted. He wasn’t sure which was better.

Mariana hummed, a smile appearing as she could tell Charlie had indeed calmed down. She pressed another kiss to his head, increasing the pace.

Nothing went too fast, or far even. Mariana slowed down every time Charlie tensed, and she kept her praise quiet and kisses short. It was perhaps saddening to refrain her love, but Mariana was okay with it. He knew Charlie struggled with emotions.. so she made sure to know that she loved him anyway, refusing any attempts for something further;

“You just took care of me..” Charlie said, after a while of silence. They had already cleaned up- and were now just laying together.

“It’s okay.. I like it,” Mariana said, moving his arm over Charlie and pressing his chin into Charlie’s shoulder.

“..okay,” Charlie says, not fully believing him but being too tired to refute. After a pause, Charlie slowly entwined his fingers into Marianas.

I love you

He squeezed Marianas hand lightly.

Mariana chuckled slightly.

I know, I love you too

He squeezed Charlie’s hand back.

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