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A moan escapes you in swift, unfiltered reply. From the press of Kevin's hips to the firm control of his inethreal limbs wrapped securely around yours, you're not exactly in a place to disagree with his desires. The visions of being at his mercy, the reality of being nothing more than captured prey beneath the gaze of a hungry beast--it leaves your legs weak and your body shivering in a deep, primal delight.
“H-Here?”
The question itself is shaking, fearful and excited by the notion that Kevin could just fuck you right here, right up against the door to the apartment without a care or feeling of shame to the world around the both of you.
Kevin answers your soft, broken question with his hands instead of with words, reaching to the front of your pants to undo them in a slow, measured motion. You have every moment available to tell him to stop, but you don’t. Excitement fills your veins instead of fear as you feel him pull your pants down your hips and, eventually, followed by your underwear. The clothing pools around your ankles as eager hands move to map the exposed skin.
“I've always wanted to fuck you like this,” the man says, voice deep and enunciating the word ‘fuck’ like the sound in itself is arousing--he’s not wrong I'm that regard. “To have you in my grasp, panting and writhing for me all needy and cute where someone might see.”
He takes a step forward, shifting your bodies together in unison. Then he takes another step, and a third, pressing you forward until you’re almost pressed against the door, wrists pulled up by unseen forces against your doing and palms flat against the cool wooden surface.
All it takes is a hand against your lower back to lean you forward, ass jutting out behind you in what must look like an offering--with your pants still pooled around your ankles, it’s hard to feel anything but a blissful combination of embarrassed and excited, especially as you feel cool, delicate pressure caress up between your thighs.
Your breath catches as it moves higher, stopping just short of where you want it, where you need it to press and squirm against your skin.
“Kevin I-”
“ Don’t look at me. ”
The command is hard and cold, a delicate balance that leaves you frozen for a moment as your brain catches up to the words and forces you to make sure your forehead is pressed to the door, eyes shut tight so all you can do is feel and hear him. His voice. His touch.
Hands and tendrils of shadows all over you, surrounding you in ways that leave you aching for more.
This isn’t the first time he’s asked you not to look. You recognize the shift in his voice, teetering on something completely inhuman. He all but coos in that voice, soft and sweet despite the sharp edge to every word, the very tone as if coming from another plane of reality and echoing through to your ears.
“That’s a good mate, dearest. You always listen to me don’t you? Yes, you listen so well…”
Both of his hands are on your hips, fingertips pressing hard into your skin and holding you still, as if the other forces of pressure aren’t already.
A tendril squirms between your legs, the very tip lapping against your entrance and heat. Is it wet? It’s hard to tell, but it’s slick and cold to the touch, delighting you in a way you can’t quite place. It slips inside you without warning, easing you open with it’s tapered length and easily pulling a low but tense whimper from your lips.
“Ke...vin…!”
You feel the tendril squirm deeper inside you, thick and perfect and rubbing against every inch of you without issue. Kevin’s body stiffens at the sound of your voice. There’s teeth against the nape of your neck again, so many teeth (too many teeth), but it’s his voice that delights you the absolute most.
“Say that again,” he growls, lips and teeth pressing harder against your neck. “My name--say my name again, louder.”
“Kevin…”
“ Louder . ”
You shake, but his name comes out only as a useless string of letters that barely sound correct. It’s so hard to think already, bent forward and under the man’s merciless focus. Your knees start to wobble, feeling weak as the tendril begins to slip out and back inside you, pace hard and quick and spilling stars against the back of your eyelids.
One moan after another fills the air honest pleasure, heat building up within your belly as Kevin seems happy to tease you with nothing more than his voice and unseen, shadowy, but unmistakably thick tentacle of nothingness opening you wide and thrusting in deep.
He growls, deep and possessive, and you can feel razor-sharp teeth skim dangerously across your shoulders. You want to look back, to glance for even a moment at the face settled just behind you, but the command echoes deep in the back of your mind that it’s almost a mantra in its own right alongside everything else.
Do. Not. Look.
You're not even sure what you'd see if you did, what hides behind the patchwork of a human visage he wears. There's only so much that you can assume, going only by the dark shift of his voice and the shadowy tendrils gripping tight around your wrists and ankles. They feel thick and cold to the touch, but not so much that its bothersome--it's simply a stark, almost exhilarating difference in temperature.
Your body writhes as eagerly as the tendril does inside you, rubbing up against all the right spots until you're shaking. You barely have the strength to stand anymore, relying completely on the door in front of you and Kevin's inethreal hold on your limbs to keep you from falling into a heap.
“K-K-Kev-” the name sounds useless and broken on your lips, but you hope he gets the message when you press your ass back against him, against the pressure deep inside you. “Ahh, please, please more~”
Against your doing your ankles shift, legs spreading wider apart in active encouragement of the beautiful, perverse motions happening between them. It’s slick and thick and teasing you endlessly, never quite pressing you to the edge but not quite letting you relax, a back and forth motion of pleasure leaving you gasping and mentally grappling for purchase on something to anchor your mind down.
“You look beautiful like this,” Kevin's voice purrs from behind you. Lips press against the shell of your ear and something wet and warm traces against your skin. “Bent over for me, moaning for me. Needing me.”
You nod without meaning to; a desperate, wordless, shameless plea of want, anything more that he cares to give you.
“You love this don't you?”
The warm, wet feeling traces down the back of your neck. Teeth brush over one of your shoulders, so many and so sharp, obviously inhuman even though you can't see them. Hands press hard over your hips, fingertips sharp and cold against your hot skin.
“ Ohhh yes, of course you do. You wanted me to catch you--I could smell it all over you, I can still smell it on your skin, the yearning to be caught and bent over and bred.”
If you even had to verbal coherence to answer him, you can't deny that he's right. Every moment is a delight, every breath a gasp of delight--he toys with you like a plaything, twists the tendril against your warm, tight channel until all you can do is shake and moan out a broken noise that vaguely sounds like his name.
And Kevin giggles .
You feel his grip tighten everywhere around you, over your wrists and ankles and hips, and suddenly a quickening of that delicious pressure between your legs.
“Don’t you look so happy, dearest!” He's not mocking you, though the tone is soft and joyous, the same tone he uses for his radio show. “So, so happy--but you want more don't you? More inside you?”
You nod again in wordless desire, at a total loss for words or how they work. God you want more, just a little more--you want to feel his hips moving against you, fucking you up and against the door. There’s a certain delight in feeling that tapered, squirming tendril spread your muscles open and fill you up, but damn if you don't want to feel his speed dripping down your thighs and marking you in a way only a body can desire at the height of lust.
A face nuzzles between your shoulder blades-- you assume that it's Kevin's face, one of them at least --and a gentle growl tickles your skin, a low murmur of words you aren’t sure that he means for you to even hear.
“More, so much more….I’ll fill up every inch of you, leave you wet and dripping and begging for me until you can’t even think.”
Emptiness starts to overcome you as the slick tendril starts to slip out from between your legs, teasing as it retreats back to somewhere behind you, somewhere among the rest of Kevin’s unknown, unseen form. You’ve never felt so empty without something inside you, so you press your hips back needily in a hope to find something in the space behind you, hopefully even Kevin’s hips grinding in eager, mutual need.
But there’s nothing. Where there had once been a warm, solid body you only feel nothing but cold air brushing against your skin, though your limbs are still firmly restrained and unable to move. All you can do is shake in a mixture of frustration and need.
The emotions begin to cloud up in your mind, pressing against the sides of your thoughts so much that you lose yourself and you start to turn your face to look behind you--you fear that Kevin isn’t even there, that you’re alone or he’s resigned to teasing you for the rest of the evening with little more than blind touches and empty promises.
It’s only a glance.
Not even for a second, half a second--it’s but a moment of time that your face and eyes turn to catch but a glimpse of Kevin’s form.
It’s not human at all.
There’s too many details to take in all at once, but you can tell instantly that the space behind you is nothing but black void, a dull night sky without stars and covered with criss-crossed scars that transcend mortal wounds.
You see eyes and mouths in multiplicity, with sharp teeth and bright, burning yellow irises.
They stare at you in that brief, slightest moment-
“ No. ”
And then suddenly your jaw is yanked back by an unseen force, facing forward and against the door again as a small but genuine shiver of fear works its way down your spine. It doesn’t matter how short of a glimpse you caught, the image is imprinted in your mind like a brand, a searing heat behind your eyelids of what the man has never wanted you to see of him and his true form mangled by abuse and scars.
You’re not afraid. Even as you feel that pressure on your face and jaw keeping your head still and looking forward, you don’t feel scared of him. There are so many things to be scared of in the world and he, the man who has kept you safe and loved you endlessly, is certainly not on that list.
You hope he knows that.
Whether it’s of his own decision or spurred on by your growing curiosity, a pressure finally moves up behind you--hips, his hips, grinding forward with a familiar, solid shape against the curve of your ass. It's warm and thick and perfect in the most perverse of ways, leaving you unable to hold back the soft, needy noises that work their way up your throat.
“Kevin,” the name spills like water from your choked voice. “Please. I need you-...need-” your fists clench, nails starting to dig into the layer of paint over the door they press against. “-need…”
His hips press closer, his very presence hot and suffocating in a way you can't describe and can even less understand for more than the pleasure and need rippling through your mind and body.
“What do you need dearest?” Kevin doesn't hide the hunger in his voice, distorted and sounding as if it's coming with white noise through an old radio. “I want to hear you say it,
beg for it ,
plead for it .”
There’s a weight against your shoulders, your back, your entire body. It weighs down your physical form as much as it does your mind with this endless and heavy darkness--it feels almost limitless, no edge or end, just pure power restrained so carefully to a point that it doesn't hurt you in the slightest. Instead, it's a comforting presence, one that presses down on all the right spots with incomprehensible levels of warmth and possessive love; you can scarcely begin to wrap your kind around it, fearing the attempt might make you go crazy.
But his words--those you can follow, hanging off the edge of each and every one in helpless abandon.
“You,” you finally manage so sob. Your legs are--no, your entire body is shaking, left so near the edge and kept their for too long by forces just out of your ability to perceive them. “Kevin I need--I need you. Inside me. You .”
He shifts, repositioning himself against you, hips pressed to your ass and the tip of his cock pressing and teasing against pliant muscle. It reminds you how empty you feel, how deep the yearning goes to have that thick shape inside of you and filling you once more.
Another moan, choked and broken, fills the air when Kevin makes no move further to slide himself inside of you and, god, you’re going insane. You can feel his amusement tickling against the nape of your neck in the form of laughter. He needs no words to communicate what he wants to hear from you.
Fuck.
He’s shameless, but you’re certainly not much better in being half of the party getting fucked just outside your apartment. If anything you are very, very much a willing, vocal participant of the encounter.
There’s only so much you can press your hips back and against him, nudge in just the right way that you’re teasing the very tip of his cock inside you, just past the initial ring of muscle--a taste of what you’ve been craving since the entire game started.
“Fuck,” you curse, trying to wiggle your hips to get him deeper inside you, but the motion proves fruitless as Kevin merely keeps himself from letting you shift back against him. He lets himself stay like that instead, just enough to fill your body with fire and your mind with want beyond what you think possible.
“If you want it that badly,” Kevin’s voice lulls, cold and poisonous in a way that frustrates and arouses you. “Then just tell me, dearest.”
He’s too calm, too composed, too in control of the moment and everything in it. There’s no way to call a bluff when one simply doesn’t exist, and quite honestly you’ve long lost what threads of shame you own when you pushed your ass back into the thick, wonderful shape of that tendril mere minutes before.
“Your--” you have to force the words from your lips, otherwise caught between your teeth. “Kevin, just fuck me already please-- please I swear to god I need your cock, I need it-” You struggle half-heartedly against his hold on all of you, trying to squeeze muscles around what of him is already inside you as if to encourage his lust to press himself deeper. “-you caught me, you won the game you just--I’m your prize, now fuck me until I. Can’t. Think.”
You emphasized your words with an attempt at writing, though there was so little give--his grip was so firm that you almost couldn’t move, utterly under his mercy and left with the coy invitation of your voice alone.
You’re not sure if it’s your voice, your pleading or simply because he’s grown bored of playing, but Kevin decides to shift with a passion to his movement. It’s swift, so much that you’re left gasping for air when his hips suddenly thrust forward, sheathing himself deep in one smooth movement. He fills you up all at once and doesn’t pause to let your body settle into the new, hard girth within you.
His pace is rough and hard and perfect , everything and more that you want from him. He fucks like a beast, all growls and snarls and teeth nipping the back of your neck as if toying with the idea of legitimately biting down and restraining you in an echo of something primal and instinctual.
Where the tendril had been soft and tapered, squirming against your insides in a way that constantly teased you against the edge, Kevin’s dick is perfect and thick and hard and solid . It’s able to reach every inch inside you that needs stimulation, over and over again in a perfect rhythm that leaves you gasping for enough air to moan something that vaguely sounds like his name.
“KevinKevinKevin-” the name is reverent and loving, sounding almost like a lust-distorted prayer that follows the pace of each and every thrust. Your nails scratch at the door, scrabbling desperately for purchase as the man’s unseen grip on one of your ankles force you to lift your leg up. Just slightly, but enough that suddenly everything feels deeper and harder and faster.
Somewhere in the haze of your need you’re certain that Kevin is speaking too. He’s saying something, deep behind all of the growling, all the distorted, white-noise-like sounds that’s spilling from somewhere behind you.
Your name.
It’s mixed with little whispers of ‘you’re mine’ and ‘I caught you’ and even the occasional ‘you’ll be dripping soon’.
The words, or rather the way he says them in your ear and over your skin (so possessive, so warm) only serve to add fuel to the fire already burning away at your stomach, the flames lapping and searing hot inside you.
More. More oh gods above, you need more--just a little bit.
The edge creeps ever closer with every thrust and grip of hands at your hips, your waist, tugging you close enough that his chest is flush against your back and his body is twisted over yours in a stature of need. Thrust after thrust, making you shake, your knees feel weak, the world spin around you.
You’re about to tell Kevin that, to open your mouth and moan for more--
But suddenly your jaw is caught by a grip, face being turned-
Lips press to yours in a deep, hungry kiss.
It’s hot and hard and passionate, unlike anything you can describe. It’s like kissing a shadow, a warm shadow that’s both tangible and not, teeth sharp and almost cutting against your lips and tongue. Your body can’t handle the added sensation and it finally falls, tips and falls over the edge so hard that all you can do is sob into the kiss as Kevin drinks down every single noise like he owns them.
In some sense, he does.
Orgasm seizes through your body like a wave, spilling out from your stomach to the top of your head to the tips of your toes. It feels like you’re being twisted and bent and warped, touched all over by a haze of soft fingertips and held steadfast through every moment. Even as your body wanted to give out, Kevin holds you up, fucks you through every single wave of pleasure and euphoria until there’s nothing left for your body to give.
There’s a distant awareness that he’s cum too, though you don’t really realize it until your senses start to return and there’s a thick wetness rolling down your thighs, a mess that drips all the way down your legs and smears between your inner thighs when you finally think to shift, just a little bit against him.
Kevin withdraws slowly, gently, letting your body adjust, though he takes a pleasure in at the same time with the way he hums in satisfaction and presses one of his hands between your legs to press and smear at the mess between them.
“All marked up~” He sighs, almost dreamily. “I made quite the mess of you didn’t I, dearest? You should see your hips right now and….well, all of you, actually.”
You can feel Kevin’s eyes trace over your body as he leans back, carefully letting you settle your weight back on your own two legs. Imagination can hardly figure out what he sees from his angle; you still bent forward, hips covered in finger-shaped marks and his seed dripping down the inside of your legs.
“Beautiful.”
Somehow, the single word from Kevin’s lips make you shiver, make your stomach flip in the faintest desire of wanting this all over again. Kevin’s hands lift back up to your hips before the thought can fully die away and gently spins your body around so he can back you up against the door.
He looks human, or as human as he normally looks with those empty eyes and too-wide, stitched smile. Despite having just fucked you in a way that would have required him to be in some state of undress, he’s impeccably clothed--though there’s just something about his form that looks a little off , like there’s a shimer over him, a projection that hasn’t quite solidified.
“Dearest one,” he says, taking a deep breath in and looking at you with eyes of shadow and possessiveness. “That was quite a fun little game of ours, I think we’ll have to play again soon!”
And then he kisses you, hard and passionate in ways you can hardly understand. He holds you tight and crowds you against the door, presses you comfortably between his body and the solid, flat surface. You feel warm and loved.
Yes, the two of you will have to play again soon.