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“What do you want?”
Balam groaned as he opened the clinic door, drowsy and irritated as he stared down at the man responsible for waking him up from the rather peaceful nap he had been enjoying. Kalego grinned back at him, cocking his head as he leaned against the doorframe, a grin plastered across his face.
“What, I can’t pay my bestest pal a visit?”
He cooed, his obnoxious voice sounding like nails against a chalk board to the doctor, who was already dreading the impending headache the other man would undoubtedly cause him. Balam’s eyes creased, his brows furrowed as he glared at the treasurer.
“At Midnight? No.”
He retorted, going to shut the door on the other's face before he could ruin his night anymore then he already had, but before he could a firm hand shot between the gap, pulling it back open. Kalego pushed his way past the larger man, struggling only slightly to push the other out of the way enough so he could slip by.
“Sorry but this is important, I need something, so I’ll just go grab it myself and save you the trouble, alright?”
Balam glared at the treasurer as he strutted by without a care in the world, rage boiling inside him as he watched Kalego fling open a cabinet, digging around haphazardly as he searched for something. A loud clang rang out as a metal tray hit the floor, Scalpels and other tools clattered and slid across the cold floor as they were dropped. Kalego paid no mind to the mess he was making as he continued his search.
Balam’s eyes widened, his anger only building as Kalego made an absolute wreck of the space he had just cleaned.
“What the hell are you doing?” He growled, storming over to grab the man's arm, pulling him away from the cabinet.
Kalego gave him an irritated glare, as if he was the one being wronged in this situation, grumbling as he pulled his arm away with a huff.
“The don said he needed some papers from you, I’m getting them.”
He smirked, his hand snaking back to the cabinet, grabbing out more junk, and then, very intentionally, throwing it to the ground.
“Quit that-!? The fuck is your problem??” The doctor grabbed the man again more roughly than before, pulling him away as he still struggled in an attempt to grab at more stuff. “You should’ve just said that, don’t go digging through my shit!?”
“I don't need your permission.”
Kalego snapped back, shoving Balam away and causing the doctor to stumble. He sneered at the physician when their eyes met, Balam shooting him back a fierce glare as he caught his balance.
Kalego turned away without a word as he went to pull out more papers and whatever else he could get his hands on, chuckling as he relished in the joyous feeling he got from being an utter nuisance.
A tight grip on the treasurer's shoulder pulled him from his bliss. Balam turned him around, putting both hands on each shoulder as he yanked him aside and away from the cabinet, moving to slam him against the closest wall. Kalego gasped, the air leaving his lungs as his back quite painfully hit the concrete.
“That is enough.” Balam spoke, his grip tightened as he dragged Kalego up by the collar. Kalego glared at the other, shifting in his grip as he brought his hands to clutch the doctor's arms. Balam watched as the man opened his mouth, waiting for whatever irritating nonsense he was going to spout out next.
A warm wetness hit him square in the face. He recoiled at the feeling, drawing back one hand quickly to wipe away the disgusting fluid.
Kalego had spat at him.
Kalego grinned, Balam stared, the last bit of patience he had been desperately holding onto snapped in an instance. Seething with rage he pulled his hands up, clasping his fingers tightly around the man's neck as he pressed his hands into the flesh, slamming Kalego back against the wall as his thumbs pressed firmly into the man's jugular veins. He was going to kill him.
“A-Ahh~ ”
…
Balam froze, instinctively loosening his grip, his eyes broadened as he stared at the man before him. Kalego returned him with an equally as disturbed look, seemingly also shocked by the noise he’d just made.
“What.”
Balam began, his grip still firm but loose enough to allow Kalego to breath and speak. “What was that?” He finished, squinting his eyes in disgust as he observed the others' reddening face.
“...Nothing.” Kalego mumbled, shifting uncomfortably and trying to slither out from Balam's tight hold.This wasn’t fun anymore.
Balam stayed silent, raising a brow as he glanced down at his neck. The muscles pressed against his fingers as Kalego swallowed. He thought for a moment, before returning to press his thumbs down into the thick veins.
“Nngh~”
Kalego bit his lips, attempting to stifle the noise as it fled his mouth. Balam's eyes shot back up, his face a look of clear repulsion, but also subtle curiosity.
“Are you into this?”
He questioned, loosening his hold again as he spoke.
“N-no–!!?”
Kalego quickly responded, his voice breathy as he turned his head in shame. Balam squinted, quite unconvinced as he pulled his body back slightly so his eyes could gaze over the man's lower region.
“Well… That would say otherwise.”
He motioned towards the prominent erection that had unknowingly sprouted between Kalego's legs, already visibly straining against his tight pants.
Kalego turned back, following Balam’s gaze as he looked down at his own crotch. Realization hadn’t set in until he’d seen for himself how hard he was, and by then it was far too late to play it off. He felt his stomach churn as the humiliation made him feel sick. He gripped the doctor's arms, desperately trying to pry the hands away from his neck.
“Let go-”
Kalego choked through embarrassed whines as he failed to move Shichiro's arms even a little, only resulting in the fingers coiling tighter.
“Why? you don't want me to continue?” Balam purred, he was… strangely intrigued at seeing where this went, and of course he would never pass up the opportunity to choke the life out of Kalego's penny-pinching ass. He moved closer as he spoke, moving so close that his head was mere inches from the other.
Kalegos eyes widened, too shocked at the proposition to say anything as he squirmed beneath the doctor's large frame. Balam loomed over him, caging him in as he moved his thumbs, rubbing gentle circles into the veins and applying just enough pressure to make Kalego quiver.
Kalego grit his teeth, glancing up at the doctor to take in his expression, his only visable eye was upturned, and beneath his medical mask he was most definitely smiling, he seemed quite pleased with the response he elicited. Kalego held the doctor's arms for a while longer, debating with himself on what was more important in that moment, His pride, or pleasure, and if he was seriously considering letting Shichiro of all people choke him like this.
His hands slipped from their hold, falling to his sides. He turned his gaze, his eyes giving the doctor his sign to continue. He was so going to regret this.
Balam hummed at the conformation, grinning as he pressed his fingers back down. Kalego’s own hands shot back up, although purely by instinct. (He didn’t want Shichiro to stop.)
Kalego’s hands trembled, he already practically stomped his ego down the drain, so he didn’t care to try and stop the sounds that flew from him. Chokes and coughs mixed with moans and gasps flowed from his lips as he felt himself quickly become light headed, spots clouded his blurring vision as his legs shook, threatening to give out underneath him at any moment. His eyes fluttered shut, struggling to stay open as he succumbed to the inky well of black that threatened to swallow him whole, drowning out the world around him as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.
Then all at once, his senses flooded back, hitting him like a brick to the face. Balam had let go of his neck, which resulted in Kalego immediately collapsing. Shichiro allowed him to fall against him, the smaller man heaving and gasping as he sucked in air like breathing was the greatest thing he’s ever felt, which in the moment it was. Once Kalego had regained his breath, he stood back up, gripping the man's shirt as he pulled fabric into fists. He glared up at him, teary eyed and shaky as he spoke.
“A-again.”
He coughed, fixing his posture as he pulled the doctor's arms in a silent beg. ‘Choke me again.’
Balam pushed his hands down, immediately turning down the request.
“No. Doing that too much isn’t good for you. Unless you want to have a stroke?”
Kalego grumbled out a slew of complaints, although he was right, a stroke wouldn't exactly be favorable.
“Well, you can’t just leave me like this.” He whined, his fingers still desperately clinging to the hem of Balam's lab coat.
“Sure I can.”
Balam spoke, turning away from Kalego, pulling his hands from him, much to Kalego's protest.
“You came into my place of work, made a mess of my things, and now you expect me to pleasure you?”
He spat, folding his arms as he leaned against a counter parallel to where Kalego stood.
“Not happening, you should be grateful I didn't just kick you out to begin with.”
Kalego furrowed his brows, his erection bordering on painful as he squirmed in place. He knew begging would be the only way to get what he wanted, and he hated it.
“Please…”
He muttered through gritted teeth, turning his head as he prepared for the (second) massive ego blow he’d receive from both the prior plea, and what he was about to say.
“I’ll… Do something for you, anything… please.”
He grumbled, his eyes drifting to lock with the doctors, who met him with a raised brow.
Balam paused for a moment, going over the proposal in his head. He had only indulged in their previous exchange purely for his own pleasure of choking out Kalego, which was very enjoyable, as well as a minor fascination with the man's responses, very minor. So of course he wasn’t planning on going further, unless there was something in it for him, an equal exchange.
That of which Kalego had just offered.
Balam thought for a bit longer, before finally nodding, ‘why not?’ He raised a hand to beckon Kalego over, of which the man promptly followed, coming to stand before him.
“Down.”
Balam pointed a finger downward, much like how you would command a dog to sit. Kalego stared, his face shifting at the humiliating display, and yet he obliged. He sank to his knees, swallowing nervously as he sat eye level with Shichiro's crotch.
“I already humored you earlier, so I think it's only fair that I get a little something first before I do anything else for you, right?”
Balam whispered, placing a gloved palm atop Kalego's head, running his fingers through the purple locks. Kalego grumbled, glaring up while he shifted on his knees, before begrudgingly nodding in agreement.
“Good, Glad we can come to an agreement.” Balam spoke, yanking Kalego's hair as he jerked his head forward, pulling the man's face flush against his clothed groin. Kalego quickly planted his hands against Balam's thighs to catch himself as he was thrown off balance by the sudden movement. Once he had regained his footing, he tilted his head up to flash a very pissed off grimace at the snickering Doctor.
“Well? Get to it then, or do you need me to spell it out for you?”
Shichiro leaned back, a smile crept upon his covered face as he watched Kalego fume in anger, and yet despite this, he still obeyed him like a good little doggy.
Kalego fumbled with the zipper of Balam's fly, grumbling as he worked the flap open. Once he had finished with that, he moved to tug the pants down, just enough to get at Shichiro's underwear.
He could already see Balam's sheer size struggling to stay contained within the miniscule layer of fabric. Kalego stared at it, swallowing hard as he hooked a finger under the waistband, pulling the underwear down.
Shichiro's cock immediately sprung free as soon as the cloth allowed it, damn near smacking Kalego in the face with just how huge it was. Kalego, again, stared intensely at the massive thing, watching the thick precum that had already begun to form drip precariously from the tip.
“What's the hold up?”
Balam hummed, his grip on Kalego's hair inching him closer to the throbbing organ.
“You-? I can't-” Kalego sputtered, pushing against Shichiro's thighs as he pulled his head away from the thing.
“You can’t expect me to take that!? It's so big!?” Kalego complained, glaring at balam who met him with a half lidded gaze.
“Guess it's a good thing you've got such a big mouth then?”
He cooed, finally winning against Kalego’s struggles as he pulled him against his dick, the tip smearing cum against his cheek as it slid against it. Kalego reeled from the touch, shoving himself away as he furiously wiped the mess from his face.
He scowled at the larger man, he was about to complain again, but he was way too horny to risk Balam getting pissed and kicking him out, so instead he swallowed down the last ounce of pride he had as he fixed his positioning.
He brought a hand to wrap around the base, lifting the hefty mass to his lips. Poking his tongue out, he pressed it against the head, licking at it experimentally. He grimaced slightly from the bitter taste that flooded his mouth, but he pressed on regardless, lapping at the slit whilst slowly beginning to move his hand.
Kalego took his time, his hand keeping a steady pace as he coated Balam’s length in his saliva. He made it a point to not place the thing in his mouth directly, mainly because it was way too massive to fit, so he only pulled a bit of the tip between his lips every now and then, which given the noises and gentle caress of his scalp, it seemed shichiro was pleased, although after a while his hums began to sound more frustrated and less satisfied.
“Urgh, come on you can do more than that can’t you!?”
Balam groaned, gripping Kalego's hair tighter as he dug his fingers into the man's scalp, pulling him closer. His cock collided with closed lips as the treasurer protested. He shook his head, pressing his lips into a firm line as he attempted again to withdraw.
“Fine.” Balam grumbled, loosening his hold and letting the man go. “But don’t expect anything more from me than you gave in return.”
Kalego froze for a moment, frowning as he let out an aggravated sigh. He reluctantly pulled his face back to the Doctor's groin, grumbling under his breath as he eyed the thing, attempting to formulate a plan of action.
He finally opened his mouth, pulling his lips slowly around the flesh. He got about a quarter of the way before the corners of his mouth stung, so he pulled back, setting a slow pace as he got used to the feeling of Balam's cock sliding in and out of his mouth. His hand returned to stroking the part of shichiro he couldn't fit, moving in sync with his mouth as he worked.
Balam sighed, his hand still held Kalego's hair firmly but it fell limp enough to allow Kalego to freely move. He used his other hand to grip the countertop, leaning into it as he basked in the pleasure.
“Mhm~ f-fuck… ”
He moaned, his eyes fluttering down to take in the pretty sight beneath him. Kalego's own eyes were clenched shut, he was too full of shame to open them.
Balam pulled the purple strands into a closed fist as he suddenly jerked Kalego’s head forward, shoving more of his cock down into his mouth. This caused Kalego's firmly shut eyes to shoot open as he choked and gagged at the head slamming against the back of his throat. Kalego clawed at Shichiro's thighs as he pulled away, spit covering his chin as he continued to cough.
“Agh- w-what the fuck!?”
Kalego spoke once his mini coughing fit was over, wiping his mouth as he glared daggers into the man above him.
“Sorry, I got a bit too excited.”
Shichiro chuckled, his expression showing he clearly wasn't sorry at all.
“Although, I know you can do better than just half.” Balam spoke, his hand massaging Kalego's scalp. “If you do good, I might just choke you again, you'd like that wouldn't you?”
Kalego grit his teeth, he hated(?) being treated like this, but shichiro was right, he would like that, so, like always, he nodded.
Balam ran his gloved nails across Kalego’s scalp, the sensation sending shivers down the smaller man's spine as the doctor pulled him closer. Kalego moved with him, opening his mouth as it was brought back to Shichiro's cock.
“Good boy ~”
The doctor sang, placing his hand firmly around the back of Kalego's head. Kalego took a deep breath, before allowing the other to push freely into his mouth.
Balam wasn't that evil, so he still kept most of his length outside, but he still shoved deep enough to make Kalego's jaw ache and his eyes well up with tears. His pace was generous, not slow but not fast either, and he allowed room to breathe every now and then, he had manners after all.
Shichiro continued to practically fuck the treasurers face, his grip tightening as he felt the warm coil of heat in his abdomen grow. His movements became less forgiving, more rough as he attempted to desperately chase his release. Kalego let out a muffled cry as Balam nearly shoved himself entirely inside him, his jaw and mouth burning painfully as Shichiro used him.
Finally, Balam could feel himself hit his limit as he pulled out, yanking Kalegos head up and angling him to meet his gaze as he used his other hand to stroke himself the rest of the way.
“Open.”
He demanded, tugging on Kalego's hair to hopefully signal what he wanted, as speaking more than a few words was rather difficult at the moment. Thankfully, Kalego seemed to understand as he opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out while he stared up at the doctor.
The expression on Kalego’s sweat covered face was enough to push Shichiro the rest of the way, he shut his eyes, groaning in ecstasy as he came. Hot thick ropes coated the treasurer's face, falling against his tongue, cheek, glasses, pretty much every inch of his face was painted with Balam's spend. Kalego shut his eyes, waiting for Shichiro to finish before closing his mouth, licking his lips and swallowing the generous amount of cum that landed against his tongue and in his open mouth.
Balam sighed as he leaned into the counter, breathing heavily as he rode out his orgasm. He hummed in satisfaction, hand absentmindedly petting at Kalego's head as his eyes fell to look at the mess of a man before him, who met him back with an impatiently expecting expression. Right, he still needed to uphold his side of the deal.
“Mhm yeah I know.”
Shichiro chuckled as he pushed himself up, pulling himself back into his pants as he moved away from the man, putting a hand up to motion for Kalego to follow. Kalego quickly scrambled to his feet, stumbling due to how weak his legs were from sitting on his knees, before promptly making his way to where the doctor stood.
“Lay down.”
Balam instructed, pointing to one of the hospital beds. Kalego quickly made his way to it, eagerly climbing into it and laying on his back. Balam followed suit, climbing over the other as he straddled him. Kalego watched as the doctor fixed himself overtop him, planting his strong arms firmly on either side of his body.
“So… what do you want?”
Balam lowered his head, his eye trained on Kalego's still messy face. (Guess he was too excited to clean himself)
“Wha…”
Kalego mumbled, staring up at the doctor.
“What do you want me to do to you? I can't read your mind afterall.” Balam spoke, watching as Kalego squirmed in embarrassment at having to verbally announce his desires. He grumbled angrily, before ultimately letting his lust get the better of him as he huffed out his demands.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Balam paused, his eyes widening in subtle surprise, he wasn't quite expecting Kalego to request that.
“Huh?... or, I mean, I thought you'd want me to jerk you off or choke you again, are you sure that's what you want?”
Balam tilted his head, well if it's what Kalego wanted he wouldn't object, he just didn't take him as the type to be into something like that. Well to be fair he didn't think he'd like being choked out either, but alas it seems the treasurer is just full of surprises.
“Yes. I want you to shove that giant cock of yours into me and fuck me until I forget my own name, Is that what you want me to say you teasing bastard!?”
Kalego shouted, his sexual frustration causing him to lose any semblance of his sanity, because there's no way in hell he'd be saying any of these things otherwise.
Balam froze for a moment, again shocked at the words that just left Kalego's mouth. He chuckled a bit at the pathetic display, before nodding and lifting himself up, moving off the smaller man.
“Wha- where the hell are you going!??”
Kalego shot up, angrily yelling at the doctor as he walked towards a small closet.
“Relax, I'll have sex with you, don't worry. I just need to grab some things to prepare you with first.”
Balam sighed as he explained himself, grabbing out a few necessities they'd need if they were going to do this right.
Again, Balam wasn't evil, it would be extremely painful for Kalego if he'd fucked him raw, and it'd probably be painful for him as well, not to mention dirty. Balam was a doctor afterall, so of course he took pride in his cleanliness, he always made sure to thoroughly sanitize and prepare his….’workspaces’.
Balam returned to the bed, helping Kalego up as he led him to a small offshoot room of the lab that had a shower, sink and toilet, basic hygiene necessities for patients.
“Undress.”
Balam spoke, quite bluntly as he placed some of the things he was carrying down. Kalego was beyond the point of questioning the doctor as he was, quite frankly, already far past impatience, so he just followed the instructions. Stripping down completely, Kalego shivered in the clinic's cold air, the doctor eyeing him intensely as he stood.
Balam's eyes unapologetically took in every bit of the man's nude form, He was riddled with scars and such from his countless skirmishes, but overall he had a pretty nice figure, and a nice ass too.
Balam hummed, turning his gaze from Kalego's alluring body as he flipped the shower on, leading Kalego to it. Kalego stepped underneath the shower head, the water immediately hitting him like icy bullets as he recoiled away.
“AGH thats freezing-!?”
Kalego wrapped his arms around him, shuddering as he was now even colder and wet.
“Yeah sorry, it takes a bit to warm up.”
Balam spoke plainly as he handed him a small silicon bulb and a bar of soap.
“Make sure you clean yourself and rinse yourself out, I'll grab a towel for you in the meantime.”
Kalego nodded, acknowledging the request without a second thought he took the items, placing them aside as Balam turned away to go grab said towel.
Walking over to the closet which housed the towels and other hygiene products, a thought came to him. Kalego hadn't asked about the bulb at all, did he… know what to do with it? Has he done this before? The thought sparked something in the doctor, …. anger? That was… an odd reaction to the thought of Kalego having maybe slept with other men before.
Shichiro sighed, ridding the annoying feeling as he grabbed the towel. He quickly returned to the other man, who was still busy meticulously cleaning his rear. He brought the towel over, placing it on the sink countertop as he turned away, opting to give Kalego a bit of privacy, not that he really wanted to watch him during that process anyway.
At least he'll be experienced?
“I'm done.”
Kalego spoke up after a while, shutting the water off and quickly drying himself. He took a bit longer than either would've liked, but Balam wouldn’t be upset at thoroughness. He turned back, analyzing Kalego's form as he inspected his work, once seemingly satisfied with the cleanliness, he beckoned the other to return to the bed.
Kalego situated himself back down, dropping the towel and shivering once more as he laid his bare body against the cold bedsheets, ‘why is everything so damn cold!??’
Balam crawled over him again, pushing his legs apart as he placed himself back between them.
“Again, you're sure this is what you want? I'm not giving you anything else.”
Balam had to be sure he was given complete consent (mostly so Kalego couldn't blackmail him later, and also because consent is important, even to the mafia). His hands wrapped around Kalego's thighs, spreading his legs apart as he kept firm eye contact with the other.
“YES, Shichiro, fuck! Quit asking that, it's really starting to piss me off.”
Kalego fumed, pulling his legs over Balam's shoulders as he lifted them up. The doctor simply nodded as he leaned over and grabbed a small bottle he had previously placed on the bedside table.
“Just making sure.”
Balam hummed, moving his hands away now that Kalego was holding himself up. He opened the bottle, squeezing out a generous amount of the clear liquid onto a gloved hand. Once he had enough, he placed the bottle back in its original spot, before beginning to spread the fluid over his fingers, his other hand moving to grip one of Kalego's ass cheeks.
He placed a slick finger against the ring of muscle, rubbing the lube against it as he worked. Kalego’s legs wrapped around Balam's neck, pulling him down as he pressed his fingertip to the tight hole. He poked and prodded the area, smearing the lube across it as he pressed for entry. Thankfully (?) it wasn't too hard, and after working it enough, it gave way, allowing his finger to sink inside.
Kalego gasped as he felt Shichiro's finger rub against his walls, his back arching slightly as Shichiro effortlessly slipped another In. The two fingers worked at stretching out the tight pit, moving in a scissoring motion as they pulled and pushed. Kalego moaned beneath him, small pants and gasps, not making nearly as much noise as he should be. Balam grumbled under his breath, moving his head down to whisper against Kalego's ear.
“Why the hell are you so quiet? Is this not your first time?”
Balam finally questioned, watching as the treasurer's blush deepened in obvious embarrassment.
“Wha-what? Of course it is-”
“No it's not. Don't lie to me Kalego.”
Balam halted his movements, which earned him a whine as he loomed over the other man.
“Ugh! Fine, it's not.”
Kalego huffed, averting his gaze at the admission.
“How many other men have you had sex with?”
Balam inquired, still not moving as he interrogated the man, the reason for why completely lost on the both of them.
“What-? I don't know?? I don't keep tabs on that kinda thing?” Kalego replied quickly, unconsciously rocking his hips in a vain attempt to get some kind of friction back. Balam firmly held him in place, halting his movements and preventing him from fucking himself on his fingers as he pressed him further for information.
“Look I don't have anything if that's what you're worried about.”
Kalego added, frustration tinged his voice at the random personal questions and the lack of sexual pleasure being provided to him.
“What? No, I know that.”
“... then what does me sleeping with other people have to do with anything???”
Balam paused. What does that have to do with anything?? He groaned in annoyance, more at himself than Kalego, he didn't know why that fact had bothered him so much. He grumbled, pulling his fingers out, with another complaint from the treasurer following suit, as he withdrew from the bed.
Kalego was about to shoot up and complain again, he would be pissed to the highest degree if Balam was seriously about to back out of their arrangement due to some stupid shit like Kalego not being a virgin. Kalego decided to just keep silent for the time being, looking back up as he watched the doctor, and then watched as he began to remove his pants. Good. Kalego sighed, laying back down as he waited for the other to return.
Balam finished tugging down his pants and boxers, a slight chill crept up his spine at the new exposure, he pulled himself back into his original position, grabbing Kalego's legs and yanking them up forcefully as he lined himself up with the loosened hole.
Kalego jolted, wincing in pain as his legs were roughly pulled. His eyes widened as he watched Shichiro quickly position himself.
“Wha- shichiro!?? wai–”
His words were cut off by a disgustingly loud moan as Balam shoved the entirety of his length inside him, the sudden stretch was painful but equally as pleasurable as the doctor abruptly slammed into him. Kalego's hands shot to the man's back, clawing at his covered shoulders as he felt tears reforming in the corners of his eyes.
Balam held himself in place, his cock fully sheathed inside the smaller man as he began to grumble out more incomprehensible complaints. Bringing his face down to the other, he began his movements, quick and unrelenting as he let his pent up frustration out onto the treasurer.
Kalego threw his head back, his mouth hung open as he cried out in pleasure, a slew of moans and gasps and the occasional “fuck yes”s flowed from him.
“Tell me…”
Balam managed to huff out between heavy breaths, not letting up his pace as he spoke.
“Tell me how good it is…How good I feel inside you, tell me.”
Kalego could barely make out the words as he craned his neck to meet the doctor's eyes, his brain taking a few moments to process what had been said to him, and a few more moments to process a response.
“It's.. ahh~ you feel so- mmngh-!!! Sssoofucking goood..”
Kalego sputtered out, his voice a wavering mess as the words were fucked out of him.
“I'm better tha- aah fuck- better than all them?? R-right?”
Balam himself was struggling to speak and think coherently now, letting whatever leave his lips as he continued to pound into the other, his legs aching as he ruthlessly thrusted.
“None of their cocks could- ahh~ f-fill you like this, right? P-please tell me.”
Balam locked eyes with Kalego, he watched as his lips moved, but Balam couldn't make out what he was saying. He leaned down, bringing his face inches from the other as he listened for his response.
Balam felt fingers grasping the medical mask adorning his face, the digits making quick work of the covering as it was pulled from his mouth. His torn lips quivered at the exposure, but he wouldn't have to worry about them being seen for long as he was immediately pulled into a kiss.
Kalego pressed desperately into the other's mouth, wrapping his arms around the doctor's neck as he tongued at his shut lips. Balam unconsciously parted them, allowing the slick muscle to enter his mouth. The two tongues slid against each other, rolling around as they furiously collided.
Balam growled into the unprompted make out session, snaking a hand up to press down on Kalego's throat, forcing the other to pull away. Kalego groaned, holding Balam's wrists as spit bubbled from the corners of his mouth.
“Answer me.” Shichiro sneered, loosening his grip, his hips slowing as he leaned down to lick against Kalego's ear, his breath hot against it as he spoke again. “You fucking slut.”
Kalego tilted his head, straining to meet the doctor's eyes, a grin crept on his face as he finally managed to mutter out a response.
“Nnahh, I-I've felt better.”
A warm breath puffed against his neck as Balam growled, the response further fueling the doctor's growing frustrations. His hand pressed back into his neck as his other hand lifted Kalego further up off the bed by his hips, the new angle allowing him to slam his cock right up against Kalego's prostate, holding the position as he reinstated his previous pace.
Kalego's knuckles went white as he practically ripped through the bedsheets, his entire body jolted and trembled as his head slammed back against the bed's metal backing. A surge of pain shot through him, but was ultimately overwhelmed by pure unbridled pleasure. His own cock throbbed, threatening to release at any moment, the ruthless thrusts into him didn't help him with his crumbling composure.
“Ffffuckkk S-Shichiro aah~ I'-Im gonna- I-I can’t–”
Kalego yelped as a cold touch wrapped itself around his aching cock, nimble fingers furiously stroked him as Balam somehow managed to fuck him even harder, pressing his entire weight down into the other as he bent down to shove his tounge back into Kalego’s mouth.
Kalego moaned into the kiss as he came from the overwhelming stimulation, balam paid no mind to the hot cum that coated his chest as he continued on, his tongue swept across every inch of Kalego's mouth, and his hand still stroked his leaking dick as he worked towards his own (second) orgasm of the night.
Kalego's arms buckled and gave out beneath him as he fell against the mattress, utterly exhausted as he just laid back and let Balam continue until he finished, which by the looks of it wouldn't be long. Balam grunted, letting go of Kalego's cock and pulling his hands to grab his waist and reposition his body so he could press as deep as he possibly could into the man. Kalego tilted his head, gazing weakly at the slight bulge that pressed out from his stomach, overstimulated to the point he was left a babbling mess.
Balam attempted to pull away, he knew he couldn't hold on much longer, but as he moved to withdraw, a set of legs wrapped themselves around him, locking him in place with the last bit of strength kalego still had. Balam didn't have time to question or even really acknowledge the action before the floodgates were finally overwhelmed and a wave of thick cum was pumped deep inside the treasurer.
The warm semen pooled around Balam's cock, filling the space around it as it settled and coated the insides of the smaller man. The doctor stayed in place, preventing any of his spend from leaking as he regained his clarity, steadying his breathing as he finally withdrew, his cock dragging out a large amount of the thick fluid that trailed and leaked out from the worn hole.
The legs wrapped around balam gave way, falling limp as any remaining strength was immediately drained from him, Kalego swallowed, his throat raw from the amount of yelling he'd been doing (surprisingly more than he normally did).
Balam took a moment more to appreciate just how sexy Kalego looked, drenched in sweat and coated in both dried and fresh cum, almost made him regret not fucking the man sooner. (Almost)
“You did that on purpose didn't you?”
Balam grumbled, pulling out a tub of wet wipes to clean the mess from himself
“Yeah.”
Kalego mumbled, too tired to play dumb about how he very obviously riled Balam up simply for his own personal gain.
“You're such a whore.”
Shichiro spoke the insult softly, which would make you wonder if it was even an insult at all, as he brought the wipes over to clean Kalego as well (as he was in no position to do so himself, and I suppose the post-nut clarity filled the doctor with a newfound compassion).
“Does that mean you were lying then?”
He questioned, taking a good deal of care in cleaning the others body, face, and intimate areas.
“What? When I said I've had better cock?”
Kalego scoffed, lazily turning his head up to meet the doctor's eyes.
“I didn't know my opinion on dick was so important to you.”
“Shut up, that's not the reason.”
“What is it then?”
Balam stopped, dropping a dirty wipe into the small trashcan beside the bed, his lips pressing together tightly as he thought. What was the reason?
“I just wanted to hear you say it…”
Balam looked away, swallowing as he admitted the pathetic desire. Kalego paused, grumbling as he pressed his lifted himself and planted his head against the doctor's chest, which earned him a confused look from the physician.
“Fine, if it means so much to you.” Kalego spoke, his tone arrogant, but soft as he whispered against Shichiro's soft pecs.
“You were the best…. Besides you don't have any real competition anymore, Everyone else I've slept with is dead.”
Balam let the words linger in his head, a feeling of relief and reignited pride settling in as he moved a hand to gently caress Kalego's bare back.
“Does that mean you're gonna kill me too?”
Balam chuckled, pulling the other into his lap.
“Nah, consider it your proof that I'm not lying, it'd be stupid of me to kill someone with such a great cock.”
Kalego mumbled, nuzzling into the warm embrace. Balam smiled at the crude compliment, lifting a loose strand of kalegos hair and tucking it behind his ear. The gentleness being shown to one another was extremely uncharacteristic for the both of them, but neither were complaining.
They stayed like this for a moment, Kalego stayed unmoving in his lap for a bit longer then the doctor would have expected him to be comfortable with, and upon glancing down, the reason as to why made itself apparent. Kalego’s eyes had fixed themselves shut, and his gentle breaths and the slow rise and fall of his chest had made it clear he'd fallen asleep. Shichiro sighed, any other day he would normally wake the other immediately and kick him out as soon as possible, but tonight was different.
Balam scooped the sleeping man carefully into his arms, making a rare effort to not wake him as he carried him off to the small break room he'd normally sleep in when he was working late (like he had been that night.) He placed kalego down on the singular couch, settling his head gently against a plush pillow, and tugging a blanket snugly around his (still nude) body. He sighed as he flipped the lights off, leaving the other to sleep as he went to clean up the remaining mess, and wash their dirtied clothes, and pick up the original mess Kalego had made hours prior. (Balam wasn't nearly as mad about having to clean up now, Kalego had made up for it afterall, so he'll let him off the hook this time).
As to why the notoriously cold and sadistic back alley doctor was being so caring and compassionate at this moment, and to a complete and utter jackass whom he despised of all people? Who knows, but something about being wanted by Kalego, and being able to see parts of him that others were killed after witnessing, made him feel, well something, but whatever it was felt good, really good, and if he had to endure Kalego’s bullshit to keep feeling this way, so be it.