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Curt Connors let out a soft sigh as he was gently shoved onto the bed. He shrugged the jacket off of his shoulders, sliding out and tossing the coat off to the side. The blonde man looked up as Otto stood above him. Otto’s trench coat was already removed, and he now took the time to remove the turtleneck as well. The actuators were a frightening sight to any normal person. But to Curt, the mechanical limbs fused into the man’s back spiked nothing but arousal at the thought of what Doctor Octavius could do to him.
Otto straddled Curt, now moving his hands to remove Curt’s tie. Once the tie had been thrown off onto some unknown area of the bed, he moved to unbutton the shirt that the geneticist wore. It was much easier to let Otto remove his clothing, as Curt was stuck using his one hand to keep himself upright.
Their lips met once more, with Curt letting out a small whine. The noise was purely intoxicating, and it drew Otto in more. He needed more, he was desperate to feel every part of Curt’s body. Every cut, every bruise, every scar— both physical and mental: Otto wanted to experience all of it.
Once Curt’s flannel shirt had been taken off of his body, one of the tentacles traced along the blonde’s chest. The cold metal caused him to shudder, as the arm stopped its motion at the scars right below Curt’s chest. Curt focused his gaze on his lover, his eyes widening. Otto’s expression was a mix of curiosity and a bit of confusion.
“Curt? Are these—“
“I didn’t want to tell you,” Curt looked down, as shame ran through his body. “I thought you wouldn’t love me. I thought you’d think I was lying to you, that I was a freak.”
Otto’s eyes softened, a small frown on his face. “Look at me, Connors.” The brunette used his hands to cup Curt’s face, brown eyes gazing into blue.
“I don’t care what you’ve got underneath these clothes. Hell, you could have a lizard tail for all I care.”
Curt smiled at that thought.
“That doesn’t matter to me,” Otto continued. “I love you for who you are, Curt,” Otto’s breath grew heavy.
“Please, please let me love you.”
The gentle begging caused Curt’s face to go red. A small smile forming on his face, Curt nodded, leaning in for another kiss. This time, the kisses were more chaste, more gentle than what they were before. Eventually, Otto gently pinned Curt to the bed, turning his lips to the younger man’s neck. Curt let out a whimper as Otto traced his tongue along his pale skin, leaving a few bites then and there.
As Otto buried his face in Curt’s shoulder, he allowed one of his tentacles to hold Curt’s arm above his head. The other two tentacles held a grasp on Curt’s thighs, slowly spreading his legs apart. The final tentacle caressed Curt’s face with such tender and care, the kind you wouldn’t expect from a metal actuator.
Otto’s right hand began to drift downwards. Unbuckling Curt’s belt with ease, he slipped his hand down into Curt’s boxers. The younger man let out a soft gasp.
Slowly, Otto ran a finger along the folds, softly teasing Curt’s entrance.
“May I?” Even in times like these, Doctor Octavius remained a gentleman.
Curt nodded eagerly in response.
Carefully, Otto slipped a finger past his entrance, while also pressing his thumb to the younger man’s clit. Curt let out a soft whimper, his head falling back. The brunette smiled to himself at this response, slowly moving his thumb around. The cautious movement sent small waves of pleasure through Curt’s body, as he continued to gasp and pant at the sensation.
After a bit, Otto slipped a second finger into his pussy, carefully using his fingers to stretch the younger man up. The extra feeling allowed more frantic moans to escape from the scientist’s mouth.
“Otto, Otto please—“
“Please what, Darling~?” Otto tilted his head slightly. “You have to use your words, baby boy.”
“Please fuck me~ God please,” Curt turned his focus to the side, not wanting to make eye contact with the man above him. “I need you inside of me.”
“That’s a good boy,” Otto leaned down to kiss Curt’s forehead, removing his fingers from inside the younger man. “I promise I’ll make you feel wonderful.”
Taking it slow, Otto began to slide Curt’s trousers down to his ankles, eventually removing them. The boxers followed soon after, exposing Curt’s pink pussy to the cold air.
With Curt now undressed, Otto took the time to unbutton his own pants, sliding out of them. His cock was clearly hard against his boxers, and sprung free once he had removed his underwear as well. The tentacles loosened their grip on Curt as Otto spread the lips apart, gently thrusting the head of his dick into Curt.
Curt let out a gasp of air, eyes widening. He sat upright a little, before laying back down. He loved Otto, and he knew Otto would make sure he wouldn’t be hurt.
After a few moments, Otto slid the rest of his cock into Curt’s soft entrance. He was warm inside, the soft walls engulfing Otto’s dick. The 8 limbed man let a groan escape his mouth this time around.
“Curt.”
“Otto.”
Both men grew desperate for more. Otto slid halfway back out, before thrusting into Curt once more. For the first time that night, a proper moan escaped the blonde’s mouth. The tentacles finally let go of Curt, allowing him to grasp Otto’s hair while wrapping his legs around Otto’s waist.
The legs around his waist pulled Otto in closer. The older man buried his face against Curt’s chest, teasing one of his nipples with his tongue. His thrusting continued, as the soft sound of the base of his cock slipping in and out was conjoined with the soft ambiance of Curt’s desperate whimpers as Otto filled his pussy with cock.
“F-Fuck~! Otto~ M-More~!” Curt threw his head back, mouth completely hanging open. He was always sensitive down there, but something about the way Otto thrusted into him was something new entirely.
While he rutted into Curt, Otto moved slightly off course, thrusting in once more. His dick had pretty much struck the sweet spot, as Curt let out a sharp shriek. Admittedly, the noise caught Otto off guard, as he was convinced he had somehow injured Curt during their lovemaking.
But as soon as he was met with the “K-Keep going~!”, Otto knew he hit the jackpot. Sliding back out, Otto continued to thrust straight to the sweet spot. Every jab caused a loud whine to escape the blonde’s mouth. Tears began to stream down his face, and his brows furrowed.
“S-Shit, Otto~! I-I’m going to cum~!”
Otto didn’t say a word in response, continuing to attack at Curt’s g spot. With one final howl, Curt arched his back, beginning to tremble. Expletives and moans fell out of his mouth time and time again, as Curt slowly began to come down from his high. He looked up at Otto, slightly frowning.
“You’ve not cum yet, have you?” Curt tilted his head.
Confused, Otto spoke his head. “I have not, I was thinking I’d just finish on your chest or-“
Before Otto could finish his words, Curt yanked him close by the hair, whispering in his ear.
“Cum in me,” the younger man begged, his voice slightly breaking. “Fuck me over and over again until you’re happy, and you’ve filled me up to the brim with your cum~!”
Otto turned red over those words. He knew what Curt wanted, so who was he to say no? With a little smirk, Otto pinned Curt again into the bed once more, rougher this time, and continued to pound into him.
“F-FUCK~! OTTO~!” Curt’s entire body trembled, and Otto could feel his pussy clench around his cock once more. Almost at random, Curt screamed through a second orgasm. But Otto wasn’t done with him yet.
With the help of the tentacles, Otto flipped Curt onto his stomach, once again slamming into his pussy. Curt let out a scream. He didn’t know if he could take it after his second orgasm. But at the same time, he wanted Otto’s cum inside of him more than anything else.
Slowly, Otto felt his stomach coil, and he knew his orgasm was soon. He sped up, his cock practically ramming through Curt’s pussy. With just the right angle, Otto came with a groan, closing his eyes and furrowing his brow. His semen filled up Curt, almost overflowing his worn out cunt. But this wasn’t the end.
While coming down from his own high, Otto’s hand found Curt’s clit, and he began to rub once more. Curt let out a scream, rolling onto his back again.
“FUCK~! O-Oh fuck oh shit oh m-my fuck, OTTO~!” Curt’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came with a final scream. Riding through the blonde’s orgasm, Otto finally moved his thumb away.
Sitting upright, Otto admired the work he had done; the prestigious Dr. Curtis Connors, eyes rolled back and his face flushed, drool dripping down his chin, his hair disheveled, and most importantly: his raw, abused cunt filled with Octavius’s cum. It was a beautiful sight.
“You did such a wonderful job, baby~” Otto leaned over to kiss Curt on the cheek. Curt tried to respond, but all he could let out were incoherent babbles and whimpering. Chuckling to himself, Otto slid his hands underneath the doctor, picking him up bridal style.
“Come on, honey,” Otto spoke. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”