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You’ve always liked him, haven’t you?
You kept quiet, of course, since your parents always reacted with a scowl whenever they saw him, whether it was passing each other at the market, square, or god forbid they ended up sitting close during mass. As did most of town, really. Having no reason to question what you were told, you kept your distance as much as you could. All that obedience had been for absolutely nothing, of course, as had come to light after the Incident.
People don’t treat Nero all that much differently now, but it’s a far cry from the visible discomfort in their faces when they looked at him before. He’s much calmer around them too, a mutual amicability, it seems. In your opinion, he deserves an apology, more than what he ever got. For all the bullying from the other children, the indifference from other adults until he could be blamed for any miniscule misdemeanor. His poor parents always had to apologize and defend him so much, it mustnt’ve been easy. Always that talk about how much trouble he was, a burden, a hassle.
You were too young to be told or understand what the adults around you had really been gossiping about, but you could tell they hadn’t liked Nero’s birth mother either. A ‘pariah’ is what they’d call her. At the time, with their hushed voices and your lack of worldliness, you’d thought the woman was some demonic piranha monster, cementing the image that both her and Nero were somehow dangerous.
Yet that only made you want to run after him more. It seemed fun to you. Exhilarating even.
There he was, the innocuous and mysterious neighborhood boy whom everybody warned you to steer clear of. But he was several years younger than you and quite tiny compared to everyone. It made you so curious. What was so wrong with this little boy? But there was also the thrill of going against your parents and the nuns, something so intoxicating in misbehaving right under their noses. You had been thwarted more often than not.
The only times you’d ever managed to get close to him had left you pulled by the ear and yelled at by your parents. The hurt look on Nero’s face that day is still so fresh in your mind. After that day, though, you’d reconsidered being so bold. Your parents’ livid faces scared you to your core, you’d never seen them this angry before, so you wanted to make sure you’d never see it again.
You never understood why people disliked him so much. Growing up meant you found out that, no, his mother hadn’t been a literal piranha, but she had been disliked. The few times you’d dared ask any of the sisters or Order members, they hissed about how she’d ‘paid for her disobedience’, though they never clarified what exactly she had done. But they used that story to tell you how going against the Order’s teachings would only lead you to misery. So you left it at that and kept your head low. Your father was a Holy Knight, after all, you didn’t want to cause him any trouble by being too nosy.
Still, your infatuation with Nero never went away.
You just had to watch from a distance, that’s all. It was your dirty little secret to keep, especially once he really started growing up. Seemingly overnight, he grew just a head below Captain Credo, and he kept growing in bulk after that as well. By the time he turned eighteen he was so handsome you could barely look at him directly.
A few times during mass you’d tried your best to find a spot near him, just to soak in his presence for a bit. You noticed how close him and Kyrie were becoming then, of course. Far too close for regular sibling fondness, she always saved him a seat and he always gravitated towards her. Once you truly noticed it, the bile in your throat almost made you choke in the middle of His Holiness’ sermon. While most people who saw them together only grew more bitter towards Nero for shaking it up with Fortuna’s unequivocal beauty, your stomach drowned in envy of her. She’d always gotten anything she wanted, being so pretty and obedient. To top it all off, she got to live with both Nero and Captain Credo. And like him or not, plenty of people gossiped about how handsome Nero was behind his back.
It seemed unfair that Kyrie had so quickly latched onto him. You’d hoped it would be a fling, whenever you saw them together anywhere. That they’d come to their good senses not to sleep with family, and Kyrie would let the less fortunate have one single thing for once.
But together they remain now as well. And your bitterness has not subsided. You want to feel some kind of shame for it, loathing other people for their happiness. But you can’t stop thinking about it.
Whenever they’re together in public, you stare, from a distance. Whenever you and Kyrie pass each other by and chat. You stare. You focus on any possible detail of their relationship and speculate. You never dare ask Kyrie directly, obviously, you’re not that close and she seems too prudish to answer the saucy questions lingering in your mind. But you take note of the hickeys that sometimes show up on her neck. She tries to cover up with sweaters and shawls, you’ve noticed, which in itself tells you her neck is purple. The traces of bitemarks linger along the hickeys too. The first time you noticed you’d stared so hard she’d instantly blushed and cut your conversation short.
So Nero likes biting? That thought keeps you awake with your hand between your legs and another squeezing on your neck. You can’t stop thinking about it – about the two of them fucking, what it must be like, about Nero biting into Kyrie’s soft dainty neck, about possibly being in her place instead and getting to feel all of that for yourself. As your palm clamps over your windpipe you imagine him choking you instead, with that same aggression in his eyes you’ve seen whenever he kills demons, and that makes your toes curl into the crumpled bedsheets. With a sigh, you merely roll over and go back to sleep. You do this far too often to warrant changing your sheets every night.
You know they take care of a bunch of children at their house. Kyrie is planning on taking over the orphanage, so most of the town has chipped in renovating the building as well. You clean debris and paint walls, help move furniture around. Not that you would dare complain even if you didn’t want to do it, but the work is nice. It also means you get to be a little closer to Nero too. Whatever that guy does, he’s not particularly social – he’s apparently always out on jobs or tinkering away in their garage, so it’s practically impossible to see him mingle with other folk at the bars or cafes in town. So you’ll take any chance you can get to catch a glimpse for yourself.
He doesn’t seem too eager to have others watch him while he works, but doesn’t complain beyond a very heavy look of discomfort. Isn’t it the cutest, so puppy-like? He’s easily the most dangerous thing left on Fortuna (beyond the few Order zealots who try to rob people in the woods), but here he is, sucking in his teeth and averting his eyes while pointing you and a few other people to the rooms you’ll be clearing up together.
There’s broken walls and holes in the floors that have to be mended, but all the rotted over furniture and debris has to be cleared out first. He’ll take care of the larger furniture, but more hands clearing up the splinters and lighter objects will come in handy.
“I can do it on my own, it’s… You can go wait outside or something.” He says, leading you up the stairs to the second floor. It’s summer, so his jacket is gone. Now you can get a good long look at his wonderfully toned arms and the t-shirt that’s definitely a little too tight around his chest and shoulders.
“Nonsense,” you chuckle, definitely not staring at his ass as you trail behind, “We’ve all come here so we can build this orphanage quicker. Besides, Kyrie always prattles on about how much work you always do, I think this is the least we could do.” You say your polite banalities that aren’t necessarily lies, but aren’t quite genuine sentiments on your part either. Judging by the few hums of agreement behind you, everyone seems to buy it at least. Thankfully.
“That’s sweet…” He mumbles before reaching the top of the stairs. How lucky that he’s so pale, you can easily see the tips of his ears turn a little pink from where you’re standing. You wonder if he blushes in bed as well, already feeling a warm twinge in your lower belly. A cough from the boy behind you makes you climb up faster and move out of the way. While distracted, this gives you the perfect opportunity to simply scoot over a little closer to Nero.
“Anyway, we can start with the farthest rooms first. I’ll take out whatever debris is in there, you three can start by moving the furniture that’s still whole into the hall, gather the smaller stuff into bags to dump out later.”
“Sounds like a plan!” You clap your hands with a smile, which at least makes Nero’s face soften a tiny bit as well. The boy’s got some walls, that’s for sure. But you wasted your chance to get through them once and you’re not wasting it again. At the very least, your enthusiasm makes the pair behind you liven up a little too.
“Alright, cool – I’ll start ahead then.” Nero offers a slight smile and heads off. Just as you take a step to follow, you hear the boy behind you nudge the other.
“Ah man, wish we got paired up with Kyrie downstairs instead.” He groans under his breath while the other pushes him back, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Listen, I bet that if we do good, she’ll be making lunch for all of us.”
“Oh, damn, sweet!”
You roll your eyes. At least you’re not the only one here with ulterior motives. Still, if only they realized how much better a deal they got. Not wanting to waste time away from Nero while you still have the chance, you trot behind a bit faster, popping into the room with a smile just in time to see him haul a boulder over his head.
“Watch out for the hole in the floor.”
“Not likely I’d miss it when it’s that big, but thanks!” You laugh while taking in the entire room. There’s no ceiling, for once, that’s going to be a top priority fix. As the roof had collapsed, so had most of the floor.
“You okay out there?” You call out, kicking a loose chunk of brick with your foot.
“Oh yeah, totally – Like I said, I can do it by myself too.” The boulder in Nero’s hands flies out through the huge gaping hole in the wall… Frankly, there’s very little wall (to go with the lack of roof) to begin with, so, whatever. Your eyes are much too focused on the bulging veins in his arms. What you wouldn’t do to simply have a nice long go at licking and suckling on them, feel his pulse on your tongue, hear his breath hitch when your teeth gnaw a little too deep into his flesh— Oh, right, speak. Conversation. Say something.
“Yeah yeah, we heard you, tough guy~” That might be a bit too playful and overly familiar, but it’s already out your mouth before you can stop it. You can play it off, it’s fine, it’s fine. Nero regards you with a chuckle of his own and you sigh in relief.
“In any case, we came here to help– Well, I did, at least,” you peek back into the hallway and cough loudly at the two boys loitering about with no care in the world, “so I don’t want to make you do all the work. I mean… you helped out with getting electricity running through the city and all. I can carry the smaller rocks and sweep, you know.” You’ll help rebuild the walls later, when you’re done clearing out what’s left of these ‘rooms’ anyway. Whatever it takes to be in the same vicinity as Nero a little longer.
“I know you can, it just seems fair I do it alone, what with the strength and all.” He turns back to look at you, dusting off his hands. Was he always this calm? You distinctly remember a way more abrasive guy in your fantasies memories. It’s kind of a nice change, a bit unexpected, definitely making the butterflies in your tummy flutter and jump around. You’d already thought his scowl had been cute. But that little smile of his, the boyishness of it, is so irresistible, you want to simply jump him then and there.
“Well.” You stammer a little as you tiptoe around the gaping hole looking into the room below, until you’re at arm’s length, “Nero, listen. I know none of us have ever been nice enough to you, but I really want that to change – I think you deserve better, and I want to make amends.” You’re squeezing his bicep and he’s looking at you like a disoriented lamb. Maybe you should blink, or look away or…
Oh good, he huffs to break the silence. There some sweat beading on his forehead. Cute.
“Hey, uh, that’s… That’s nice of you to say. Y… ‘s, like… Thanks…” This, too, is new to you. Seeing him flustered is quite priceless, and it’s doing a lot for your ego that you’re the one making him tongue-tied.
“We should get back to work?” You cut him off to save him the trouble. The little nod he gives you is so much like a puppy waiting for you to throw the ball in your hand you just about melt into the floor.
Clearing up even three of the seven rooms on the floor takes all four of you most of the day. And really, it’s mostly you and Nero. The other two nearly skip out and leave until you scold them, instructing them to carry some old wooden bedframes outside. Your threats only work when you tell them Kyrie will stop talking to them if she finds out, but it’s still something. What is it with that girl and her influence on everyone around her?
The biggest personal victory you feel you got from this entire day are the large sweat stains on Nero’s shirt that become so big he takes it off outright. Yes, you do nearly trip and fall because you’re too busy watching his gorgeously pink nipples harden from the light breeze in the air instead of looking where your broom is sweeping, but it’s fine. It’s more than worth it.
If only you had one hour to do whatever you wanted to him…
A sweet chime-like voice calls out to you, which snaps you out of your stupor. Kyrie stands in the doorway with a saccharine sweet smile on her face.
“Hey all, I made everyone dinner downstairs – let’s eat~!”
“Oh, you’re really feeding us, those boys were right…” While you muse, you miss the moment where Kyrie barely regards you only to run into Nero’s arms where she plants a long and hearty kiss on his lips. Wow, okay, wonderful. Yes, just what you wanted to see, they may as well start fucking right there the way they’re going. The kiss is quite sweet actually, if you step back out of yourself for a second. Nero holds her like a precious little jewel and lifts her up as though she’s a feather; she, in turn, smiles radiantly, glowing in the sunlight seeping in through the broken walls behind them.
Both you and Kyrie realize you’ve lingered a bit too long in this moment, so you filter out as soon as you see her looking at you through the corner of her eyes.
Damn. The reminder of Kyrie’s existence is more than enough to leave such a sour taste in your mouth the feast of food she’s prepared seems as unappetizing as slop. But you are hungry, not to mention how much of a social faux pas it would be if you refused to eat Kyrie’s food, out of everybody in Fortuna. Being mean or inconsiderate to her is a borderline crime for most people.
So, you sit down with a smile and eat. Making small talk with the other folks is easy enough but every mention of Kyrie looking ‘so radiant’, followed by hushed and giggling speculations if she’s already pregnant, feels like a small yet sharp splinter being dug under your fingernails. You stuff your face with more soup just to keep your mouth shut.
Nobody misses how disheveled they both look when they finally come down to eat as well, least of all you. Nero’s changed into a different, drier, shirt, denying you the bare chest you’d worked so very hard to see. Meanwhile, Kyrie’s ponytail is crooked and loose, flyaway hairs sticking out on all sides. She can’t quite hide the fresh hickey on her neck either.
But because it’s Kyrie, no comments are made on the topic.
Every little in-group clamors for her to sit with them, which she dutifully obliges with her very polite smile, taking her time to pick out a spot between two aunties at the end of the table. Like a flash, your mind scans the large makeshift table before eagerly scooting yourself further in the bench. There, perfect. Just enough space for Nero to sit down next to you and not at the other far fucking end of the table. You flash a smile and pat the space next to you.
“We’ve been working together all day, might as well sit together at dinner too~!” You offer as sweetly as you can, hoping the bitter malice doesn’t spill out like sludge.
“I think you have a funny way of seeing teamwork there.” Nero laughs it off but he definitely does sit next to you, and there is a very soft smile on his face at someone asking for his company. And oh, is his body ever warm and bulky next to yours. Boy, oh boy!
When you accidentally rest your head on his shoulder, making him stiffen up, you jolt back and mask yourself with a fake yawn, earning some light laughter around you.
“Sorry there, Nero~” you scratch your neck sheepishly, “guess all the work tuckered me out after all!”
The joke works, even making Nero pat you on the back. You steel yourself at the touch, lest you melt or, god forbid, moan.
“See? I told you I should’ve handled things alone.” As soon as he laughs, a yawn escapes his lips as well, earning another round of even louder laughter.
Someone brings out a nice barrel of ale and soon it’s getting generously passed around. You enjoy your share and only notice Nero isn’t drinking from his glass by the time you’ve already gone through half of yours. Strange, considering even Kyrie is taking little sips from hers. You nudge his side and lean in, conspiratorial smirk on your lips.
“Not to your liking, huh? It is pretty bitter, I agree!” You say then take another long swig of the stuff. This is a double-edges sword you’re playing with – for every bit the ale loosens you up and helps you relax, it makes you double as bold and horny. Shuffling in his seat, Nero fiddles with his mug, tracing the rim with his thumb. Instinctively, your eyes follow and you try really hard not to think about how much you want to put his fingers in your mouth.
And, because your mind has already gone there, you ponder if he was just fingering Kyrie with that hand, and if in that case he hasn’t washed his hands afterwards, you’d end up tasting her pussy while sucking on his fingers. That would be a bit fucked up, perhaps. But it also makes you squeeze your legs together. Standing there, having to slurp up all traces of Kyrie from him while also savoring her flavor. You snort to yourself at the notion, then try to remember what Nero has just told you that you’ve ended up responding to.
“Oh, I’m used to uncle Roald’s brews, the bitterness doesn’t even bother me anymore~!” Your voice is getting louder and peppier, and your body is definitely leaning further against Nero’s. Your nipples are hardening against your shirt and the still sober parts of your brain are hoping nobody is noticing and Nero isn’t feeling it; the rest of you would like nothing more than to rub up even harder.
“Trying to one up me with your bad taste, huh?”
“Well, sorry for your gentle stomach but if you came over by the bar more often, you wouldn’t be so intimidated.” You drink again, just to show off. In reality, you’re already more than a bit tipsy, you’re just very adept at controlling it. So long as you stop now.
“Is that a challenge?” He smirks, bringing the cup to his lips.
You shrug your shoulders.
“No, of course not, unless you’re afraid of losing~!”
He drinks the entire cup in little more than five gulps, after which you simply nudge your own leftover drink into his hands to drink as well, which he does, eagerly and with gusto. You did not imagine you’d get him to drink that fast. Then, as you find someone to pour you two more ale, you did not imagine it would be this easy to get him tipsy and you incredibly drunk.
Well, your version of drunk is mostly extremely horny and touchy-feely. While before you dared to lean on Nero’s shoulder for a split second, now you’re pretty much hanging off his arm. The table has gotten lively enough to where nobody pays you two any mind. Kyrie, in particular, has been whisked off by several other groups eager to chat her up, so you’re safely out of her field of vision.
So, while Nero is simmering in the alcoholic warmth and very much not pushing you away, your hand so very innocently reaches under the table. Then over his thigh. At first a brush, but as you feel a shiver from him under your touch, you cannot help but firmly plant your palm and squeeze. A delighted purr leaves your lips as you feel up Nero’s wonderfully muscular leg. At this point, you don’t even care if someone hears you. Though there is enough laughter, both loud and tipsy, for it not to matter either way.
With no immediate reaction from Nero, you feel emboldened, sneaking your hand higher and higher, until you’re palming at his crotch. Your finger toys with the zipper, eager to pull it down. He snatches your hand away, gripping your wrist, both your hands still hidden under the table, away from everyone’s eyes.
“’Think you’ve had too much…” His brows are knit. Clearly, it’s taking a lot of effort on his part to string those words clearly enough. You lick your lips, not even remotely guilty.
“Yeah… Maybe you should help me get home~?”
This works, somehow, with only a huff from Nero before he slinks off to whisper something in Kyrie’s ear, then taking you by the arm and dragging you back into town proper. However dizzy you are like this, you can tell there’s a stagger in Nero’s walk as well, making your smile even goofier as you both stumble on the cobblestone alleys on the way to your apartment.
“Nero…” you break the silence, dragging your feet to a halt in a particularly shady alley. Once, it would’ve been unthinkable walking outside this late at night, for a second your mind wanders with a newfound appreciation for the freedom the lack of demons gives everyone. “Do you remember the few times we played together… as kids?”
Nero squints to look at you a little closer. Your hands are still linked together, and you take the opportunity to dig your thumb against a nice, fat vein, which makes him flinch but not pull away.
“Vaguely, I guess… ‘Don’t think much about those days anymore, y’know how it is…” Is that a hint of guilt in his eyes? Hard to tell in the dark, but it bolsters your ego to think Nero can turn bashful so easily. A step towards the nearest wall. Pulling him along until you’re both leaning against the cool and smooth bricks.
“Hey, you okay?” He asks, shaking you lightly, “Want me to carry you home?”
“I wish we’d played more back then. You were so cute, you know~ Though… I like you more now.” All at one, you drag him to your eye level and smash your lips together. Far too bold and desperate, your tongue burrows into his mouth while he’s still too surprised to push you away. Does he ever taste nice too! It’s mostly alcohol you taste, but his saliva is so warm and sticky in your mouth, you practically slurp it up like it’s the most exquisite nectar. To think Kyrie gets to have this every day—
He slams you against the wall.
What ought to be painful mostly shoots directly to your crotch, head swimming with arousal. The sheer strength. The power he keeps hidden but could unleash at a moment’s notice. Hands so strong they tear apart demon flesh like paper, now pinning you down with simply a hint, a taste, of the raw strength hidden underneath. Your hips buck up, shamelessly.
“I’ve been thinking—”
“We can’t do this.” Firm voice, but his arms are trembling as they cling to you.
“But I’d so like to thank you for protecting the city the way you have~ I promise it’ll be so good for you…” You can feel the drool running down your chin, you must look beyond desperate but it’s way beyond your control at this point. Ask or you’ll never receive.
“Someone will se— I’m taking you home.”
You whine while he drags you away, but take a moment to consider that he’s still walking you home instead of outright leaving you alone in the street.
“You’re such a good boy, you know?” There’s no malice when you say it, it just slips out. “Taking me home after all this. Makes me want to reward you even more~”
Nero walks faster. If the blood wasn’t pumping so fast in your body, the fast pace might’ve made you much dizzier. You don’t even realize when you reach the front door of your apartment, until Nero pushes you forward to the door. Surprisingly enough, he doesn’t leave after. Or while you fiddle with the key. Or after you unlock the door.
Aha. Well. Try, try again.
You push the door open.
“My offer still stands—”
This time, he’s the one pressing you into a kiss. And then, you’re both stumbling backwards until you collapse on your unmade bed. Every move only makes you moan, noises spilling out like a faucet, stifled by Nero’s tongue burrowing into your open and very eager mouth.
“We’ll do it your way, since you’re that eager.” He says against your ear before nipping the shell and moving on to sucking and biting your neck. Holy shit, you might just explode then and there. Your arms tangle in his hair to keep him where he is, and, to your surprise, he’s the one to spread your legs open, even though you were on the verge of doing it yourself. Either way, his hard cock is pressing into you now.
It’s absolutely huge, straining against his jeans, making you wonder, in between all the drooling, how he even keeps it all packed in.
“Just to be clear, my gratitude means you can fuck me any way you want, no holes barred…!” You half-moan, half-laugh as you balance between grinding on Nero’s erection and pushing his head to leave even more marks on you.
“Then you’re taking it up the ass.” He says decisively, a moonlit string of drool hanging between his lips and your neck. What more can you do but kiss his mouth clean? Oh, did you say ‘clean’? You mean make his face an even wetter mess as you more slobber than kiss him. His dick twitches against your thigh, so at least he’s also into it.
“Aww, does our cute little Kyrie not let you fuck her in the ass—”
That earns you a flip face first into the mattress that makes not only the bed, but the floor also creak.
“Do not talk about her that way.” Nero’s voice is so husky and bordering on irritated your knees almost give out. You buck your ass back against his straining dick with not a hint of remorse.
“Oh? You can beat me up too, if you like. Won’t take away from the fact your lady-love isn’t willing to take it in her ass. And hers is so nice too, so fucking big and plump, I bet sh—” His hand clamps over your mouth and the return of your fingersucking fantasy from before makes all the words dry out more than actually being slapped silent. You slurp all four up in your mouth, letting him throatfuck you until you’re choking and spitting sloppy saliva all over your face. You’e not sure you can detect Kyrie on his skin, but you can enjoy all the salty sweat and skin flavor you like, moaning like a degenerate slut and rolling your hips all the while.
“Shut the fuck up, maso-slut.” He spits out while literally tearing your clothes off, exposing your naked ass. His voice alone would’ve been enough to make you come, but your underwear being torn to pieces makes your mind go blank. None of your fantasies, even the most extreme ones, can come close to the fucking ecstasy of this very moment. You moan and mewl around his fingers. Then he shoves his hand even deeper, fingers tickling past your tonsils and making your entire esophagus clench and lurch, your eyes rolling back into your skull.
It’s all so much you barely register Nero’s fat cock splatting against your ass. Feeling the sheer weight of it makes you shiver, moaning even louder. As far as you’re concerned, Nero could gut you with that fucking bitch-breaker and you wouldn’t care, you’re taking it and you’ll enjoy every last inch.
You have some oils stashed under your bed for these occasions, but as the fingers are ripped from your mouth, covered in slop, suddenly you completely forget them. You want to feel that.
He’s really rough. Two fingers plunge hard into your ass, slamming your face into the sheets where all your screams get choked up.
“Holy shit—!” Your vision is somehow both blurry and pure white, “No wonder you’re frustrated, Kyrie could never take it like this, huh?!” It’s all muffled by the bedding, but Nero jamming his fingers even deeper, curling them inside you until you squeal tells you he heard it loud and clear.
“No shame in hiding it, she can’t be good at everything— OH!!” His cock, all at once, down to the fucking hilt, stuffs you full and knocks the wind straight out your lungs.
With all the strength he has, Nero easily bounces you on his dick with shallow little thrusts until you get used to it. Your mind isn’t really here anymore, so it hardly matters. Though you fear if he went fast from the get-go you would’ve died from the toe-curling, mind-melting pleasure of it.
It’s so big. So overwhelmingly thick, filling you out like it’s hollowing you out to carve its own shape inside you. You want and welcome him marking your ass as his own cum-dumpster as though it’s your childhood dream, rolling your hips back and panting shamelessly loud.
“Fuck—” so strained and cute, as Nero grips your shoulders and readjusts his posture, “You are so fucking tight—!”
The rough, jackhammer pace he sets into rocks you down to your brainstem. Your orgasm is ripped from you seconds into it, only Nero doesn’t let up whether he noticed you coming your brains out or not – you keep going, wriggling and squirming into the sheets, barely seeing what’s right in front of your face, content with taking it straight into your next forced orgasm. It feels way too fucking good for you to even consider how loud you’re being. Nero doesn’t seem to care either, pounding his cock inside you however he pleases.
He fucks you the entire night over, or so it seems.
You lose total sense of time, place and direction somewhere along the way, you might as well have passed out, if not for the memory of him coming inside you one final time before bite-kissing the back of your neck and hastily dressing up to leave. You sleep like a fucking rock until noon, easily. Despite it being the best sleep you’ve had in years, the strain catches up to you. You are sore all over. And when you look into the mirror, you see your body covered in all those exquisite deep purple hickeys you’d coveted so much. That alone nets you a fresh masturbation session before even bothering to wash up.
Melissa, your neighbor, gives you the side-eye, muttering something about you bringing guests over until dawn. You smile, giving a half-hearted apology for the trouble.
When you next come over to help with the orphanage, you deliberately instruct the other boys to go help elsewhere. Nero’s resolve is nothing more than a sugar decoration as you get on your knees for him and promise you have no gag reflex.
You’ll never get him all for yourself, sure. Whatever, honestly.
But you do have his dick lodged into your throat and his balls slapping your chin while you drown in his scent and literally anybody could catch you.
What more do you need?