Insatiable Desires

A short story set well into Sevastyan and Lazary's relationship. Written by my lovely friend and Sev's creator.

At the height of the moon’s path across the sky, when the town has long sent even its most stubborn night owls to bed, one building found itself bustling with life.

There were no windows in the basement bar, a swath of earth carved away to fit solid brick and concrete in the cavity. Open every hour of the day, it only truly came alive between midnight and dawn, when Sevastyan was behind the bar.

He was quick with his wit and hands, a spark waiting to ignite any drunk fuse. Though, he often spent his shifts balancing on the line between sobering conversation and sloshed flirting. Wandering eyes often preyed upon the easy smile and boyish charm of the man who would be much better suited anywhere but the graveyard shift of the only pub in town. Sevastyan; Sev, he was called by only close friends, of which he had none, always took the passes in stride. It was his job to coax drunken fools into seats, to fill them with booze and drain their wallets. The bar owner didn’t care for the health of the patrons, he cared only for money. If someone happened to drop dead, it was a loss for sure, but another depraved ass would take up the chair in no time.

The proprietor, Andrey, was a man only of hedonist intent, who lived and died by the sword of seduction. Sevastyan had dreamed of Andrey’s silver tongue slithering down his throat on many occasions, he’d toyed with the idea of rubbing one out, hidden beneath the bar, whenever Andrey made his appearances to lure more people into the death trap. They’d watch the pretty woman on the stage sway like herbs in the wind. They’d drink until they were too logged to move, and at that point, all they could do is ask for more. Andrey would never push to the point, but he’d joked before of tilting back sleeping heads to pour wine down their gullets. If they didn’t drown on the booze, it would be added to their tabs. Sevastyan only agreed to the joke to sway Andrey’s favour at least, that was what Sevastyan told himself.

There had been another who had caught Sevastyan’s eye, when pining after Andrey had seemed entirely hopeless. The man rarely took a seat at the bar, opting to watch from the shadows of the wall. Eyes lingering not at the dancer, but at Sevastyan. Another ‘adoring’ fan, but the man’s coy sentiments meant nothing if there wasn’t money put to the register. Only payingcustomers could eye-fuck Sevastyan and get away with it. On the occasion that the man did sit at the bar, it was only to continue staring, a smile pulling the corner of his lips, smitten. As though Sevastyan would have a look into those pulling eyes and melt across the bar.

As inattentive as he was, Andrey took notice. Andrey had told the man to either get drunk or leave. The man replied by pulling out a satchel, and slid it towards Sevastyan. Coin to stay and watch Sevastyan. Andrey eyed it hungrily, the purse had to contain a decent sum. But Sevastyan was nothing if not loyal to Andrey, and wouldn’t let Andrey think he could be so easily persuaded away. ‘I’m not for sale,’ Sevastyan had said, firm, shirking back and closer to Andrey. The man gave a short nod, and returned the money to his person. He stood up and walked to the stairs. He gave a final, sweet smile to Sevastyan before disappearing through the door.

The man, Sevastyan came to know as Lazary, continued to come to the bar. He began to show up right when Sevastyan arrived for his shift, and, if not spotted by Andrey sooner, would stay until Sevastyan left. Lazary left his boldness at the door, continuing his appearances mingled within the crowd of bar goers, or blending in with the wall. There was a perfect spot, cast in the shadow of the stairs, where Lazary seemed to disappear into. But Sevastyan felt his eyes. How they trailed down his face, to his neck, it made a heat rise and settle into Sevastyan’s cheeks, his heart pressing to his ribs, threatening to run away and leave the rest of Sevastyan dead on the floor.

Lazary’s eyes lingered at the periphery. Sevastyan began to feel them boring into him, following him home. At even the slightest sound, Sevastyan would whip around, sure his footsteps had an echo. He clung to the safety of the scattered street lamps, thankful his home wasn’t too far. That small glimmer of hope was ripped from Sevastyan’s hands. One morning, he woke up, getting ready for work, when he spotted Lazary staring up at his bedroom window, shrouded still in shadow, but the lamplight caught his eye, an imperceptible shine made clear.

The same day, Sevastyan ran to Andrey, begging him to do something. But Andrey claimed he was ‘no policeman’ and the matter was Sevastyan’s to settle. So Sevastyan tried ignorance. If Lazary showed up to the bar, Sevastyan wouldn’t look at him. If he sensed he was being followed home, he refused to turn around, only quickening his pace. It was a few more days before Sevastyan snapped.

Lazary saddled up to the bar and slid a small sum across to Sevastyan.

“Twyrine, please,” Lazary said, an easy smirk on his face, tired eyes, as if the lion was bored with chasing the gazelle. Sevastyan stared, no, sneered . He was exhausted, tired of being tired and paranoid. He poured a small glass, as he would have any other customer. He slid it over to Lazary, but his mistake was taking the money. If only Andrey’s greed hadn’t been drilled into him. Lazary grabbed Sevastyan’s wrist, squeezing it tight.

“You’re making a mistake, ignoring me, dove.” Lazary looked up at Sevastyan, pupils like pin pricks, smile dangerous and sharp. Sevastyan wrenched his arm, but Lazary’s grip was too tight. It was crushing.

“I want you to leave me alone,” Sevastyan’s voice shook, that heat in his face, his heart pounding, begging to escape. He tried to pull again, but Lazary held him still, another yank, and there was a pop in Sevastyan’s wrist. Nobody was paying attention, but he knew he’d get it from Andrey if he made a scene. Biting back pain-wrought tears, Sevastyan tried one more time, when Lazary grabbed him by the sleeve and slammed him forward to the bar, quickly holding Sevastyan’s neck, pinning him in place. He leaned forward, barely a hair, lips moving against Sevastyan’s ear.

“Meet me outside in five, or you’ll fucking regret it.” He spat venomously, releasing Sevastyan to stumble backwards. He collected himself, holding his arm, and by the time he looked back at Lazary’s seat, he was gone, his coat trailing through the door.

With a huff, Sevastyan threw down his waist towel. The bar patrons were distracted, Andrey was probably riding his high in the back office. Sevastyan had a pocket knife he’d purchased when the paranoia gave way to reality. He’d end this, he swore it.

Sevastyan hurried up the steps and pushed open the bar doors. It was late, but the lamplight revealed footsteps in the dirt. It was stupid, to follow Lazary, but Sevastyan couldn’t live like this any more. He rounded the corner into the alley between the bar and another building. Just wide enough, just dark enough. He should have stayed at the precipice, stuck to the wall threads of light, but Sevastyan stepped into the devouring darkness, where only the keenest eye could watch.

Lazary descended from above, a falcon swooping in for the mouse. He grappled Sevastyan, both their feet digging into the dirt for any grip, any leverage. Sevastyan writhed, a dying call for help muffled against Lazary’s hand. Sevastyan bit on whatever skin he could, breaking out of Lazary’s grip, pulling forward just enough, so his elbow could slam back into Lazary’s nose. There was a satisfying crunch, blood darkening Lazary’s lips even in the shadows. Sevastyan only caught a glimpse of the satisfied smirk, the dragging of Lazary’s tongue over his own blood, panting with excitement. Lazary lunged forward and shoved Sevastyan against the brick wall, his head colliding before the rest of his body. Clothes against stone, scuffling of feet, Sevastyan writhed in Lazary’s grip, grasping at whatever he could, a fly in the spider’s web. Lazary pressed his body entirely against Sevastyan’s, one hand moving to his neck, the other trailing downwards to Sevastyan’s pants.

“Well, is that a knife in your pocket, or are you excited to see me?” Lazary reached into Sevastyan’s pocket, fingers careful to rub against the growing erection in Sevastyan’s pants. He pulled out the pocket knife, holding it daintily between two fingers. “This is just cute,” Lazary cooed, and tossed the blade deeper into the alley. “Did you really think you’d do any damage with that?” His smirk in the lowlight wasn’t just infuriating, it was evil.

“Fuck you—!” Sevastyan spat, thrashing against Lazary, beginning another scuffle when Lazary’s mouth pressed over Sevastyan’s, nipping and biting, Sevastyan melting and doing the same, licking the blood off of Lazary’s teeth. The two broke apart, gasping for air before going right back in, Sevastyan licking from Lazary’s chin, to his nose, showcasing the blood in his tongue.

“Make me chase you for a week…” Lazary hissed through his teeth, tearing open the buttons on Sevastyan’s shirt. Sevastyan did away with Lazary’s overcoat, haphazardly discarding it onto the dirt. “Fucking slut, getting off on this…” Lazary pressed a knee between Sevastyan’s legs.

“You could have broken my wrist, you bitch—“ Sevastyan shoved Lazary back, Lazary grabbed Sevastyan’s arm and slammed him face-first into the wall, arm wrenched behind his back.

“How many fucking times did I watch you flirt with Andrey? Hmm? How many times did you edge me at home for this little fantasy of yours?” Lazary undid his belt with one hand, snaking it out of the loops. He lassoed it around Sevastyan’s neck, pulling tight. Sevastyan let out a low moan, head tilting back with a shit-eating grin.

“You fucking lovedit… got to play the stalker again. Did you pretend I was Dankovsky—“ Sevastyan was turned back around, Lazary’s lips hot and hard on his. Sevastyan pulled Lazary in by the hair, pressing their clothed erections together. It was enough to make their toes curl. Sevastyan trailed kisses down Lazary’s body, sinking to kneel in front of him, face pressed to the bulge in Lazary’s pants. Sevastyan looked up at him with the sweetest, almost innocent eyes, undoing Lazary’s pants and swiftly pulling out his dick. He nuzzled against it before kissing the leaking head, then took half of it into his mouth.

Lazary’s head went back, one hand pressed against the brick wall, the other gripping Sevastyan’s leash, tugging it whenever Sevastyan did something he liked. “Fuck, Sev, dove,” Lazary gasped, rolling his hips forward. It was slow, Sevastyan sucking and licking in all the ways he knew Lazary liked, running his tongue right at the ridge between shaft and head. Sevastyan stroked the base of Lazary’s cock, teasing the length he had yet to swallow. Lazary found a grip in Sevastyan’s hair, pulling hard into his fist, in just the spot that made Sevastyan’s eyes roll back. When Sevastyan looked up at Lazary, his lips still stained with Lazary’s blood, pulled into a smile around his cock, Lazary nearly came undone, bucking his hips forward to a gag.

Sevastyan moved forward, moving his teeth just ever-so-slightly down, grazing the skin in his mouth. Another sharp pull of Sevastyan’s hair got him back in line.

“No teeth, dove.” Lazary said firm, though he might have still cum with his cock hung off him in Sevastyan’s mouth. Sevastyan complied and took Lazary to the hilt, burying his nose in Lazary’s thick, curly bush, taking a deep breath of the addicting mix of sweat, sex and salty skin. Lazary wasn’t particularly big, but fit snug in Sevastyan’s mouth, his tip bashing into the back of Sevastyan’s mouth on each stuttering thrust as Lazary came closer and closer to the edge.

With the right noises and perfectly performative gags and moans, Lazary’s knees weakened, he jammed two of his gloved fingers in his mouth to choke down his moans as he came, spurting hot threads down Sevastyan’s throat, imagining his cum painting his boy’s throat a pearly white. The image alone sent a few more ropes into Sevastyan’s mouth. Lazary pulled back, sticking to Sevastyan’s lips with cum and saliva. Sevastyan panted heavily through his nose, licking up whatever was left from Lazary exiting his mouth.

“Don’t fucking swallow, show me.” Lazary demanded, though trembling, holding his weeping cock.

Sevastyan complied and showed off Lazary’s cum on his tongue with that shit-eating grin, rather now, cum-eating. “Good, good boy… go on…” Lazary leaned forward and ran his thumb over Sevastyan’s cheek as Sevastyan made a show of swallowing down Lazary’s cum, then displaying a clean tongue.

“You came too fast this time, didn’t even let me get a bite in…” Sevastyan complained, rising again, guided by the hand holding his face. “You want a quicky, scared someone will see?” Sevastyan’s lips curled into a taunting, nasty smile he had to have picked up from Andrey. Just the thought of the bar owner beneath their feet made Lazary’s blood begin to boil. He shoved Sevastyan back against the wall. Not nearly hard enough for Sevastyan’s liking.

“ You wanted this just as much as I did. You like being watched. How many times did you jack off after I followed you home? Hmm?” Lazary cooed, snipping at Sevastyan, who grabbed Lazary’s coat hurriedly and dragged Lazary in for a heated kiss. Like the previous ones, it was all tongues and teeth, desperate moans while Sevastyan moved to Lazary’s neck and bit down hard. Lazary hissed, clutching onto Sevastyan’s shoulders as blood seeped down his collarbone. His hips bucked against Sevastyan’s whimpering moans spilling from him like birdsong, Sevastyan’s name a hymn.

When Sevastyan was satisfied, he let up, licking the blood from the bite, the marks blooming bruises at the edges. “So pretty, love the sounds you make…” Sevastyan muttered, finally undoing his own belt and trousers, kicking them away with his drawers wherever his knife had been flung to. His own cock stood at full attention, throbbing and red, weeping all the same as Lazary’s.

Lazary pulled Sevastyan in by the neck, unable to stop himself from enjoying the heat of Sevastyan’s mouth on his, his own blood spilling onto his teeth. He reached forward, taking both their cocks in one hand, stroking them together, needing, practically rutting against Sevastyan. If Lazary could have done so, he would have torn into Sevastyan and found a respite inside Sevastyan’s ribcage. Or perhaps he would have made an incision right before the pelvis, a little window to watch himself fuck Sevastyan senseless.

Sevastyan was the first to let go, squirming out of Lazary’s grasp to put his back to him, forearms braced against the wall, back arched so pretty, only in that worn-out dress shirt that would be even filthier by night’s end. Sevastyan used one hand to show himself off, spreading his ass so Lazary could get a good view.

Lazary removed one of his gloves with his teeth, taking care to then cover two fingers in saliva. It would have to do, Sevastyan liked it rough anyway. Lazary slowly inserted his fingers into Sevastyan’s ass, easing them in. He’d become looser, but Lazary would never fuck him without prep, even if Sevastyan foolishly begged for it. Even now, Sevastyan whined when he felt only fingers.

“I’m not indulging your pain kink if it’ll actually hurt you,” Lazary chided, just as he twisted his hand forward so perfectly, pressing those prodding fingers against Sevastyan’s prostate. A crooning moan replaced the indignant mewling, Sevastyan’s back arched into the movement, hips pushing backwards on Lazary’s hand.

“No f-fair,” Sevastyan spoke, closing his eyes to tune in with the pulsing beat that travelled from his ass, right into his throbbing cock. “Mmm, please- yes, oh fuck, right there.” Sevastyan purred, that low tone that brought a hoarse gravel to his voice. Lazary wanted to already be buried balls deep inside him, the begging voice wasn’t helping his erection at all. Lazary curled his fingers, pressing down with each drag against that tender spot. Lazary inserted a third finger, to indulge Sevastyan’s desire. They weren’t prepared like they usually were, but it added to the excitement. Lazary knew he couldn’t resist both their pain, he loved that extra snug fit when Sevastyan wasn’t fully prepped, and Sevastyan loved it all the same, dry flesh against dry walls, even worse of a masochist than Lazary.

Andrey must have ingrained that desire into him; the moment Lazary thought of Stamatin, his filthy desires tainting his boy, Lazary sneered, shoving his fingers forward, to a yelp, Sevastyan staggering forward. Instantly, Lazary pulled back to correct his mistake. “Are you alright?” He asked quietly, as if showing too much concern would shatter their illusion.

“Yeah— yeah, just wasn’t expecting that… fuck, keep going, I’m okay, baby.” Sevastyan turned his head back with an easing smile, and Lazary nodded, continuing with his coaxing curls until Sevastyan was relaxed, his ass slick with saliva, arousal and blood, the origin of the last being unknown at that point. Lazary held his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, lining it up with Sevastyan’s ass. So tight, still so much they could do together. Lazary wanted to ruin Sevastyan for any other who might take an interest.

Lazary slid in, easing himself to the most glorious moan from Sevastyan, his forearms and face pressed to the brick wall to keep himself upright as his knees weakened. Lazary grabbed Sevastyan by the hips, his fingers rough and digging, but his sex gentle, almost quieting, soothing. A slow rock, barely moving his cock with each roll of his hips, Lazary encouraged Sevastyan to ease up, to melt into the pleasure as he sat patiently inside, waiting for the vice around him to let up. It wasn’t every day they fucked with so little lubrication. The pleasure-wrapped pain shot up from Sevatyan’s ass, into his brain, bouncing back and forth from adrenaline to dopamine, he’d let Lazary pull the hemispheres apart to see just what happened when he fucked Sevastyan like this. It was agony, it was bliss.

“Ease up, God, you’re so tight, didn’t think that could happen in just a week, or are you still pretending I’m a stranger, using you like this? Oh, oh, don’t think I didn’t just feel you squeeze me tighter, dove.” Lazary chuckled, and began a rocking pace, laying himself over Sevastyan to kiss down his neck, to his shoulders, placing a soft, almost loving, kiss between his shoulder blades. “You would love it, if it was real. If I fucked you, hurt you, left you crying and discarded.” Lazary mumbled, the idea only fuelling his fantasies, his hips moving faster, a snap to their increasing pace.

“You wouldn’t… too soft in the middle. You still ask if you can hold my hand… like a little bitch,” Sevastyan laughed a dry wheeze, split between his moans. “You love me too much to even pretend to fuck me like that, Laz.” Sevastyan’s fingertips pressed into the wall, indenting his hands with speckled brick and mortar.

“Sorry, not everyone can get off on atrocities like you can.” Laz huffed, finding Sevastyan much too distracting to set any proper speed worthy of being called fucking. So he wrapped his fist around the belt end and yanked hard, Sevastyan’s taunts and groans lost behind a painful hiss. “Call me a bitch again, and you get to pass out, and I’ll finish myself over your body, instead of inside you. How’s that?” Lazary asked, and released his grip, just enough for a precious breath of air, which let Sevastyan make the first sage decision of his life and shut up for once. “Good boy,” Lazary said, with a look of almost genuine relief on his face. He gave Sevastyan’s ass a squeeze, but kept his hand on the leash, just in case. He found his original pace, and quickly worked up to the speed of skin slapping against skin, their arousals mingling as their bodies did. Sevastyan’s ass let up its tightness, Lazary’s precum and Sevastyan’s juices making for a much more pleasant fuck.

Smooth, eager, Lazary’s cock ached, he whined as he rutted into Sevastyan, not realising how starved he was for this. Only a week they hadn’t fucked, but it was too long. Lazary would have Sevastyan in or around him every single day if he could. He wanted to take Sevastyan far away, keep him all to himself, make sure nobody could look at his boy. Sevastyan was Lazary’s, and Lazary’s alone. Sevastyan would never leave him, if he ever tried, Lazary would chain him to the bed and–

Lazary came with a cascading groan, stuttering his hips into Sevastyan’s ass as he filled up another hole. He fucked his cum deep inside, just as Sevastyan’s ass twitched around his cock, Sevastyan came down his leg, dribbling white onto the grass and dirt. Sevastyan was soaked with sweat, panting, trembling. Lazary eased himself out, dragging a trail of cum with him. He couldn’t help himself, holding Lazary’s ass open to lick up the cum and push it back into Sevastyan’s hole with his tongue. Sevastyan’s knees buckled, and he crumpled to the ground; though Lazary attempted to stop him, ending up right next to Sevastyan, bare asses in the dirt.

“Fuck… you went all out at the end…” Sevastyan laughed softly, sitting in the mess. Both men had a bit of a face to them, sad the cum was going to waste. Another fantasy to explore at a later date. “You’re sick, I like it,” Sevastyan moved, wrapping his arms around Lazary’s shoulders, nuzzling up onto his chest. Spent. Tired.

“No worse than you, dove.” Lazary pet Sevastyan’s hair, allowing them to sit for a while in the alley, half-naked and ripe for the viewing from any unfortunate passersby. “You alright? Do you need any water, food,” Lazary and his medical training. Sevastyan pushed a finger to Lazary’s lips, smushing them.

“I’m still pretending.” Sevastyan said, quiet, pulling back to look at Lazary. “Pretending I’ve fallen for my stalker, and we’ve just had a borderline-criminal fuck, thinking about what comes next.” Sevastyan cooed, eyes half-lidded. Andrey must have taught Sevastyan that, how to make men’s souls weak with just one look. Again, at the thought of Andrey, Lazary’s blood went hot. He’d take Sevastyan away soon enough.

“Well, what does come next, insatiable one?” Lazary leaned back on his palms, looking up at Sevastyan, all the love in the world in those eyes.

Sevastyan pursed his lips, trying to sell that he hadn’t already made up his mind. “Hmm,” He dragged out, then his toothy, devious, cum-eating grin came back over his features. He spoke, eyes aflame, “Round two,” tackling Lazary to the ground. The couple wouldn’t be leaving that alley for a while.

The Horrors (Of Our Love)

A transcript of roleplay. Yes it is as bad as it seems. (Kidnapping, bondage, rape, mind-break, non-con body mods, etc etc etc)

Twyrine and Puppies

A transcript of roleplay. Bottle fucking, prolapses and bitchsuits, oh my!

Sev is on his hands and knees, back arched so his ass is poised in the air, a locked down position where he can’t even squirm. He has a ring gag in his mouth so he can still make all those pretty sounds. His hole has been abused and ruined countless times, and Sev believes it’s another usual night of fisting or stuffing, but the heavy glass-sounding thud from behind him says a different story.

Lazary is... maybe a little tipsy, more than a little stupid, but Sev had been so, so bad earlier and Lazary just can’t stand for that, no matter how pretty he looks like this. “Such a perfect little toy… far better behaved now than you were this morning. Still need to teach you a lesson though.”

Sev shines softly, their usual fame of begging hopelessly only to get fucked harder. He can’t make any words with his gag in, only sweet little whimpers as he tries to sink lower so his ass shows off more.

“Mh, I know princess, but you know what happens when you misbehave.” Cool glass thunks against tailbone, traces up and down the arch of Sev’s spine, heavy and sloshing and full. “Y’drank more than I said you could earlier. You didn’t listen to your daddy. Y’hurt me, by doing that. Hurt me in my heart.”

Sev leans up into the cool feeling, feeling a pang of regret somewhere in there, while his cock throbs. He’s out of chastity for now, Laz said he had a surprise for him, an ‘ultimate’ version of his cage. The glass feels nice, a relaxing cool in the heat of the room. He has no idea.

Laz drags the heavy glass back down toward his ass, pouring a generous amount of lube over the hole. “You said you could handle it, said you could take it. Said you wanted it. So now, you get a whole bottle to yourself babygirl.” It’s punctuated by the rim of the bottle shoving into Sev, unrelenting, giving no escape.

He yelps, lurching forward as his ass tightens. He huffs, squirming at the sudden intrusion, his hold beautifully strains, pushing against the bottle as his legs tremble beneath him. Tears already prick his eyes.

“Ohhh come on now doll! You were insistent you could hold your liquor earlier!” He presses the bottle further in, watching rapt as green glass gets swallowed up by his boyfriend’s hungry asshole. “So, hold it.”

He cries, fingers curling into the sheets. Every begging word dies in the gag, he tries to plead for mercy as his ass is broken into, so eagerly taking it even as red spills over the deep green glass. “Mmm-!!” He screams, this painful, heartbreaking scream that would have had anyone else coddling the poor thing.

Lazary just grins, twisting the bottle as he buries it further. When he lets go, it stays, lodged far enough in that Sev works as a bottle stand. “Looks like you really can hold your alcohol dear, even when it’s bad for you.”

Sev’s stomach shows the outline so perfectly. The rim of his hole is painfully stretched tight, desperately trying to expel the bottle. It barely moves, at least Sev still has some function there.

“But this isn’t much of a punishment, is it?” He leans down and strokes the outline, as if it were a cock buried in his baby instead. “My little princess needs more than just this to discipline him.” Laz presses up on that bulge, watching the bottle pop back out, just enough for him to get a grip on it.

Sev shudders, thankful he has a somewhat empty bladder. His limbs threaten to give out from the pain his ass is in, stretched so much that he could be seen into if the bottle wasn’t filled with wine. He whispers a ‘please’, muddled by the gag, somewhere between begging for more and pleading for mercy.

Lazary winds one hand into his hair, giving a little tug, grounding. before drawing the bottle mostly out and beginning to thrust in earnest. Angling it just so, knowing the ridged lip will slam into his prostate every time. “Because he’s a greedy little faggot hole who needs to cum to learn any lessons.”

Sev gasps a depraved little sound, a sweet ‘Gah- ha-ha-‘ with each brutal thrust of the bottle inside him, nearly drowned out by the squelching that comes from being fucked so brutally, his hole stretched wider than it’s ever been, the bottle dipping so deep it looks like his pretty hole could swallow the whole damned thing.

“See? You have a greedy, little, cunt.” Each word is punctuated with a harsher thrust before Laz pushes hard enough the base of the bottle pops inside, hole stretching impossibly aide for a moment before swallowing it in, rim drawing closed over the glass. “Even greedier cunt than I thought! Hungry little thing….”

His hole twitches and pulses as Sev screams, begging through the gag. Tears slip down his cheeks, but the bottle is completely inside him, his hole somehow closing as the bottle rests inside. It’s as if nothing is inside at all, except for Sev’s distended belly.

Lazary pokes at the mostly closed hole, eyes wide, dark, and infatuated. “What else can that hungry cunt fit in it, baby?”

Sev shakes his head, arms trembling as he tries to keep himself together. The small prodding makes him try to squeeze his legs together to alleviate some of the ache in him.

“Mmn, I’m going to find out, but it would be such a shame to let that twyrine go to waste…” He gives one painfully hard slap to Sev’s already abused ass. “Push it out slut.”

Sev gasps, and he does as told, pushing with little avail. He’s fucked out, but the bottle streeeetches his pretty little rim, nice and wide, before closing again. He pushes again, a few more times, around the widest part when it falls out with a wet squelch, along with some of his pretty bright red colon.

His eyes go wide, catching the bottle and reaching for that beautiful red with his other hand. “Oh princess! Your pretty little cunt turned inside out for me!”

Sev tries to twist around to see, all he can feel is Laz’s groping hand around something that feels like his ass. The air hits it and he’s panicking, whimpering through the gag, it’s a decent size too, so pretty and wet.

The hand cups it, tugs, pulls a tad more out of him. “Such a pretty thing you gave me baby….” Lazary holds it reverently, pressing a kiss to the wet warm flesh, massaging it gently.

Sev shudders as his ass falls a little bit more out and into Laz’s hand. The feeling twists his stomach, but the massage feels so, so good. Any question he has comes out in a drooling grunt. He has no idea what’s being done to him, or what pretty thing is hanging between his legs. The feeling is so good, he tries to reach between his legs and paw at his aching dick.

Lazary smacks his hand away. “*Don’t. Daddy didn’t say you could play with that.” He jerks off the prolapse, relishing in the way it feels under his hand, the way it undulates and squishes, before cracking open the bottle.

Sev gasps, squirming as his pretty ass is rubbed and squeezed. His hand returns to gripping the sheets, and it looks like Sev cums from it, though with the sound in, nothing comes out of his cock. His breathing is shaky, he looks about ready to give out, but he won’t be allowed to rest so soon.

As much as he’s loathe to let it go, Lazary really wants to see what’ll follow. And he knows he’ll be turning Sev’s cute hole inside out frequently from now on. “You wanted to drink, didn’t you princess? Well, let’s give you your drink.” He holds Sev’s ass still, squeezing, and pops the now open neck of the bottle inside. Keeping it out of him as he thrusts the bottle shallowly, unable to tear his eyes away.

He squirms, pulling forward as far as he can. A splashing of twyrine dips into him, but he manages to get his broken hole away from being fucked. It’s so loose, absolutely beautiful, and Sev can’t even reach to push it back in.

“Oh no you don’t. Stay still and be the disgusting little bottle-whore you’ve been acting like all night.” Lazary drags him back, and shifts, holding his head down with one boot as he takes hold of the fluttering prolapse again.

Sev writhes and tries to pull away as his prolapse is grabbed, it makes such a cute sound when Laz takes it as Sev frantically protests.

Laz shoves the bottle back inside, thrusting far rougher this time, anger rekindled. “If my little princess won’t listen to his daddy, then I’ll make you.” With that he rams the bottle in, shoving thick glass, inverted colon, and a wave of twyrine back inside of Sev’s pert little hole, holding them deep, cruel and malicious.

It’s all stars for a moment as twyrine floods his lower intestine and colon. It burns, Sev can barely manage the shriek of pain as the contents of the bottle pour into him, the bottle stretching him so open that not a drop dares to escape.

“There we go. If baby wants to drink, then he’ll fucking drink. And he’ll keep drinking till his daddy lets him stop.” Laz slaps the base of the bottle. “Take your bottle like a good girl now.”

It keeps filling him, every last drop settles into his guts, burning, sloshing, he feels so full, he desperately tries to push it out. It’s too much, he feels like he’ll explode, his belly is so nice and round like he’s got a baby in him.

He holds the bottle in place, whistling appreciatively. “You make a pretty picture baby. All round…. should knock you up, keep you looking like this all the time.” Sev’s so gorgeous like this, the only thing ruining the picture is that unlocked clit hanging between his legs.

Sev shakes his head, sniffling. It’s too much, he’s desperately pushing against the bottle, the most his pretty guts have ever fought back. His tip is drooling, a line sticking him to the bed as he whines and whimpers, trembling like a bitch.

“What to do about this though….” Laz taps one finger against the achingly hard and weeping prick shaking under Sev. “So many options!”

It strains with just the lightest of touches, he assumes he’ll he put back in a cage while Laz toys with his broken asshole, his eyes are all red with tears as he awaits the coming torment.

He runs his nail along the vein, tapping at the tip of the sound thoughtfully. “I was going to put you in a cute permanent little inverted flat cage, but even that seems too lenient now.”

Sev stares up at Laz with terror in his eyes, desperate to pull away as he shakes his head. He begs through the gag that he’ll behave and be good, but it’s all muffled garbage.

“I’ll have to do away with that little clit of yours entirely, and soon. But I suppose that still works for now. Especially if I want to keep playing with you tonight.”

His breath shakes, he keeps trying to pull away even as the idea makes him painfully hard. He’s still trying to push the bottle out even as Laz holds it in place.

Lazary leans down and kisses his spine, pushing the bottle just a tad harder before letting go. “You’d better keep that in, babydoll. I don’t want you to waste a drop of that twyrine, so you really don’t want to let it leak out.”

He trembles, squeezing so tight around the bottle. Each little movement causes the twyrine to slosh around in his belly. His hole still closes around the base of the bottle, but it’s wider and a sloppier sight.

”Good hole.” He steps away, looking for the toy he wants, coming back with an extra long snake, probably a good 3 feet. “And good holes always want more, don’t they.”

Even though everything hurts, Sev looks at the toy and nods. Eyes all red and teary, jaw so sore, guts filled with twyrine, he nods like the good girl he is.

“It’s going to down in your mouth, princess. And you’re going to swallow it all for your daddy.” He doesn’t even bother to hide the cruel smile on his face.

He stares, wide eyed. There’s no way. Sev hasn’t had more then a dildo in his mouth, let alone three feet. He shakes his head, taking back his eagerness, even though he knows Laz loves when he doesn’t consent.

Lazary grabs his chin and forces him to nod, holding in half a tipsy snicker as he does. “Yes, you want to be a good little fag hole and swallow down as much cock as your daddy wants you too.” He sticks the tip into Sev’s mouth, saying “You’ll love it and what it does once you get it to your stomach.”

Sev pulls back and wrenches his head to the side. He can’t close his mouth; the gag holds his teeth from clenching. He’s never taken anything like that. He can’t even bite at it.

He holds Sev’s head in place, grip getting tighter, harsher, at the disobedience. “You’re going to eat it, or you’re going to lose some of your teeth.” Even as he threatens, Laz starts feeding the thing down his throat, bearing no mind to pace or comfort.

He gags on it, throat desperate to eject what’s invading it. Sev forgets how to breathe for a moment, letting out this beautiful choking sound as tears fill his eyes. It slips further down, bulging his throat. And his cock is weeping.

“So pretty, such a pretty little princess for me aren’t you?” More of it slides down his throat, ramming forward steadily.

It’s a beautiful sound, the wet, squelching and gagging. Sev can feel every last inch, as it pushes deeper and deeper inside him. He shakes his head, begging for mercy as he dry heaves around it, somehow managing to push out a measly inch.

Laz tuts, cruel smile still plastered across his face. “That’s the wrong way, babydoll.” As retribution, Lazary shoves a longer length in harder. It’s a third of the way in him now, and it’s marvelous, seeing his princess gobble down such a long prick, just for him.

He can’t even scream as it’s forced into him, halting at resistance in the middle of his belly. He stares up at Laz, shaking his head desperately, begging, pleading silently as he sobs around the cock.

“Once it’s inside you’ll be able to see it all in you baby. See every inch through your stomach.” It’s cooed, as if this fact alone will fix the pain and fear. Another few inches push inside, bullying deeper despite the resistance.

He sobs as it’s forced deeper and deeper, with a sudden pop it enters Sev’s stomach. The pain shoots into his head and everything goes black. His cock spurts out a pathetic rope of cum, and Sev nearly collapses, somehow still keeping himself upright.

It makes Lazary giggle, eyes locked on Sev’s pathetic little clitty leaking from just this. “See? You really are just a faggot painslut. Look how much you like this!” The snake slips deeper still, coiling in Sev’s stomach.

He barely has the strength to shake his head, somehow holding on to consciousness and still begging for it to stop. “Mm—-“ Is all he can manage as he’s fucked wide open, his stomach being prodded and searched for the next exit.

More and more fills him, creating a little bulge in his stomach. “Just a bit further babygirl.”

Finally, there’s another stretch, another sickening pop within Sev’s belly, and the dildo leaves his stomach and pushes forward into his small intestine. He can barely keep his eyes open, he pisses himself from the pain when no scream can come out.

“Ehehe.. It’s almost all the way through babygirl! Pretty soon I’ll have you push that pesky bottle back out and we’ll see it hanging out of both sides of you!” Another length gets pushed deeper as Laz talks.

He can’t do anything as it snakes deeper and deeper, his stomach shows the pretty path it takes through him, bulging through his thin frame. Sev thinks he’ll die like this as it pushes deeper into his large intestine. He looks up at Laz, one final plea for mercy, but he knows the only way this thing is leaving him is through his ass.

Lazary just leans in, kissing his baby’s sweaty forehead. “Such a pretty painwhore for me~ I’m not even mad about the mess you made.” He keeps pushing until it meets immovable resistance. “Oh! We hit the bottle! Best start pushing baby, you better birth that glass. Bet you’ll push your pretty pussy inside out for me again too.”

He complies, hoping it means there’s an end to the pain. He pushes as hard as he can, the glass stretching him out like before. He pushes as hard as he can, his poor rim tearing from the strain before the glass falls out of him with his broken pussy and all the twyrine that filled his guts.

“Hmmm, maybe I should have let that sit longer, let more of it soak into you…. Eh, nevermind that, you’ll be licking it up anyway.” One final shove, and the toy slips out the center of that beautiful broken inverted cunt. Laz grabs it and pulls, leaving Sev entirely ran through, tough silicone visible sticking out both ends of him. “So pretty babygirl! Entirely impaled and your daddy’s the only one who gets to see it~”

He strains around the toy, as if he could birth it out of his cunt like the bottle, but it doesn’t move, the tip hanging out of him like a tail as his cock can’t help but drool piss and cum desperately. He’s on the verge of completely passing out, barely any light in his eyes as Laz coos and pulls at the toy. Sev’s mouth aches around the slightly thicker base of the toy. His prolapse twitches and throbs around the dildo, like an orgasming cunt.

“Want me to pull it all the way through? Like you’re pushing out a baby for me? It’d be so pretty!” Lazary gives a few harsher tugs, before deciding to push Sev over, making him land roughly on his back.

Sev can’t even panic and start begging all over again before he thuds hard on his back, the motion making him sick as he finally sees what exactly is hanging out of him. He’d heard of it happening before, but seeing it coming out of him, it makes him panic even more. He looks up at Laz for some sense of reassurance that he currently isn’t dying.

Lazary traces the bulging path of the toy, ghosting over Sev’s prick and tugging oh so gently on the tail of it protruding out his broken ass. “You’re absolutely stunning princess! I should keep you like this… put you on display….” His face lights up with a new thought, “could replace it with a hollow one, send eggs through it. You’d get to see them sliding alllll the way through, baby.”

Sev questions why he thought Laz was capable of coddling, especially when he’s completely skewered, broken and dripping. He shakes his head, trying futilely to get Laz to acknowledge anything but his throbbing cock and squelching pussy.

He leans down, kisses Sev on the forehead. “You’re alright babydoll. I won’t break you permanently, that would put an end to all our fun.” Laz opens his mouth to swallow around the end of the toy coming out Sev’s mouth, sinking down till their lips touch and he can half make out around the intrusion.

He weakly reaches forward, pulling Laz close, moving his lips slow, then faster, fierce and needy. Somehow fucked stupid, he’s so, so needy. He pulls back, chest heaving with barely escaping breaths, and headbutts Laz as hard as he can. Mutually assured destruction.

Lazary wails, pulling back and punching Sev in the abdomen, aiming for the mass of excess coiled length sitting tight in his stomach.

Sev curls on his side, choking on the snake as he clutches his stomach, bile seeping from around the end in his mouth.

“I ought to hogtie you, hang you from the rafters and leave you like this with a vibrating rod all the way into your bladder.” As it is, he grabs Sev by the throat, enjoying the feeling of it spasming weakly around the snake. “You will not do that again, or I will make sure you regret it, along with every breath you take for the following week, do you understand me, fag?”

Sev frantically nods, just the motion makes him dizzy, his chest rising and falling like a rabbit caught in a bear trap. He muffles out an apology that’s lost to the choking and wrenching sound. Each movement makes the snake in him dart out either end, his stomach cramps around it as he cries pitifully as if he didn’t instigate this.

Lazary nods, placated. “Good. Now lie there, look pretty and appreciate the gift I gave you while I fuck your broken little cunt.”

Sev wipes his eyes and lays back on the bed, trying to move as little as possible to avoid vomiting again. He lies like a pretty doll, though dolls don’t tremble as much as he does

He presses a kiss to the bulge in Sev’s stomach, before dragging his hips up, petting at the beautiful throbbing colon hanging out of Sev’s ass. “Such a pretty fuckhole you have down here babygirl. Despite how much you love when I make you gape you’re still a nice tight toy for me.”

He’s squeezes his eyes shut as he’s fondled, toes curling with every stroke and pet, the snake like a little extension of a perfect tail. His cock is rock solid, he can’t even move an inch to touch it. He swears it’s smaller than it used to be.

Lazary lines himself up and slips into that wet mess of exposed colon, alongside the snake. “You’re such a good faghole princess, just perfect for your daddy.” One hand holds the prolapse in place, keeping it out so he can fuck it, and the other goes up to finger at Sev’s dick. “Looks like your treatment is working baby, your cute little clitty is shrinking down just perfectly.”

His back arches as his cunt is opened even wider, used like a little flashlight. The squelching alone makes Sev somehow even harder. It twitches with every teasing touch, aching, begging to be used and toyed with as his ass is ruined. His prolapse pulses with his heartbeat, throbbing beautifully.

He speeds up, fucking harder into Sev’s hole, tugging at both the protruding cunt and Sev’s pathetic little clit, stroking them in time with his thrusts, groaning. “ Perfect hole for me, princess. Just perfect.”

Sev bears down on the two cocks in his broken cunt, squeezing as hard as he can as his clit drools precum like a tiny geyser, he’s perfectly exposed and adorable.

“Hng— Perfect, keep doing that babygirl~” it doesn’t take long at all for Lazary to cum, slicking the way and adding to the mess of his cunt.

It makes him feel sick, his body being used like it absolutely shouldn't. As soon as Laz cums, Sev tries to pull away, a squelching sound comes from him as his prolapse releases its grip on Laz's cock.

Lazary lets him, laughing at the way he wriggles, at how uncoordinated he is, at how the three feet of cock spearing all the way through him make everything borderline impossible for Sev. “You know, if I had one made of something strong enough, I could hang you from that. Keep your weight hanging on the cock splitting you open. You’d love it too. Especially when I deign to play with your shriveling little clitty.”

He shakes his head as if he has a choice. He bears down again, trying to push out the dildo as if he’s not completely fucked through. It doesn’t move an inch, only showing off his ruined meat as even more of his broken ass falls out, only an inch more.

“Awww does my little sexdoll want to show off her broken pussy even more for me?” He pinches the extra flesh that’s fallen out, before tugging at the toy again, loving the way Sev squeals.

He squirms, crying weakly as he’s tormented, he can’t even pull it back into his broken ass, he’s left skewered open by the snake.

Laz leans down, and carefully takes it into his mouth, beginning to suck off Sev’s prolapsed cunt, reveling in the taste, the smell, and warm throbbing of it.

Sev’s breathing gets harder, he can’t move away, he can’t escape how Laz is perfectly torturing him, abusing his broken pussy. He chokes on the end of the snake, begging for mercy.

Once he’s has his fill of Sev’s inside out arsehole, Lazary pulls off and straddles him. “What to do with you, mh?”

Sev looks up weakly, completely used and stuffed, blissed out of his mind and in the most pain he’s ever been in. Despite the tears and bruises and all, he’s adorable like this, if not a truly pathetic sight.

Lazary looks over him, and decides he may as well make good on at least part of one of his threats. Loathe as he is to part Sev with his toy, Laz knows he won’t be able to do all the fun things he has planned with both ends stuffed like this. He grasps the thicker side, the one sticking out of Sev’s pretty, swollen, fuckable lips. “Much as I want to pull this all the way through, have it pop out the other end, I think this’ll work faster.” And he yanks.

Dev’s back arches as the toy is pulled from his guts. Every second feels like minutes as his body grips onto the toy with every inch, he can’t will himself to relax. As the toy finally leaves him, Sev curls on his side, heaving, panting like a poor little thing. He clutches his stomach, trembling.

“Such a pretty little thing, even when you’re empty.” Laz rolls him over, with a foot, cruel smile splitting his face as he shoves Sev toward the puddle of Twyrine on the ground. “Start licking, princess, we ought not waste that.”

Sev looks up pitifully, on trembling hands and knees, curled in on himself still as he gives over the mess. He can’t refuse, or close his mouth with the ring gag in, but there isn’t much else he can do to fight his punishment.

He plants a foot on Sev’s head, pushing it into the puddle. “ Lick. It. Up. princess. Or I’ll knock your teeth out by shoving another bottle down your throat.”

Sev whimpers pathetically and takes a lick of the mess, grimacing as he does. But it’s twyrine, and it’s so, so good, and the last shreds of defiance and stubbornness melt as he begins to lap at the puddle like a dog.

“Good fucking faggot mutt.” Laz presses him closer to the ground, before letting up and gathering what he wants, beginning to buckle Sev’s limbs into the tight binds, bending them close and buckling the leather tight.

Sev whines the entire time, of course he does, but he doesn’t stop drinking for a moment, even when blood rushes to his cheeks, alcohol tingling just below the surface, just needing time to hook its claws into Sev’s ruined mind.

When Lazary gets his legs how he wants, he moves on to the arms. Yanking them back one by one and binding them tight too. “You want to act like a mutt I’ll make you into one.”

He keeps lapping up the puddle though he struggles, squirming about as he’s forced delicately on his hands and knees like a pretty doggy. He whines a little, but he’s just so thirsty.

Thick rope is connected, strung clumsily through the anchor, and pulled, yanking Sev off the ground.

He squeaks as he’s pulled up, struggling a bit, squirming, but the rope holds steady. He’s gives Laz a look of trust, of comfort, before going back to his wiggling like a good unwilling pup.

“You going to bite?” Lazary already knows the answer, already has a gag in his pocket for the occasion.

Sev keeps squirming, almost growling as he fights his bonds, bound up so pretty. But he can’t do anything to fight back, aside from bare his teeth. He’s drunk, feistier than ever.

He snorts, and yanks Sev higher, holding him in place by stepping on the rope. “Figured.” It’s a fight, to get the wide hooped, sturdy ring gag in, but once it’s buckled it’s not going anywhere, jammed as it is behind Sev’s teeth.

Sev shakes his head frantically to try and spit it out, growling, whining , he’ll give himself whiplash at this rate as he tries to clench his teeth, which only ends up hurting him. He hisses in pain as the ring presses into his palate on a particularly nasty bite attempt.

“Mmmn, one last thing, I think.” Laz says, letting go of the rope till Sev falls to dick hight, before securely tying the loose end to the loop on the back of the gag, keeping him there. “Perfect little hole…”

Sev shakes his head, he’s never been a good slut for taking cock in his mouth, only ever been forced. But he can’t barely move his head, only whimpering and whining pathetically to make Laz stop.

Both hands grab Sev’s hair, and yank him forward, pulling him onto Laz’s cock to the hilt. Nose presses into public hair, holding him there, waiting to see him squirm in lack of air. “Be grateful it’s only my prick this time fag, this could have been much worse for you.”

He gags so pretty, the one hole that’s not used often. He thrashes about, gagging hard on Laz’s thick cock. He chokes and breathes desperately, filled with Laz’s musk and scent, looking up at him like an already fucked through slut, teary eyes and all.

Its not until Sev’s face starts changing color that Lazary pulls him back, giving only enough time to suck in air before beginning to fuck his face in earnest.

Sev is given a second to cough before he’s fucked, gagging and making the prettiest, wettest noises as his throat is turned into a fleshlight, warm and sucking Laz in so needy, like all Sev needed was a pretty pacifier.

“Should do this more often, it keeps you quite…. Or maybe I just need to keep this one plugged up, mh? Somethin’ long enough you have to focus on breathin?”

He shakes his head as much as he can, gagging with every painful thrust. His jaw is open nice and wide so he can’t bite, which sends an ache through his mouth.

“Put some effort in!” Is coupled with a harsh yank to his hair. “Use that tongue, fag, I know you know how.

He gags hard and keeps trying to wrench around, teeth barely able to touch the skin of Laz’s cock. “Nnnn—!” He whines, pouting behind that gag.

Lazary sighs, remarkably disappointed, and pulls Sev further onto his prick, cutting off air again and his length is forced down Sev’s throat. “Maybe you’ll behave better once you’re woozy and half dead.”

Sev gags hard and obeys finally, licking at Laz’s cock, dragging his tongue up the vein and stopping just below the head. He’s not very good at blowjobs, having only ever given them unwillingly, but it does feel good.

“Better. We’ll turn you into a cock hungry slut yet, won’t we~ You just need more practice.”

Sev’s cute little face looking up at Laz while he’s throat fucked is a sight to behold, especially when he’s all flushed and his eyes glisten with tears from being choked.

Lazary winds his hand into Sev’s hair a little tighter, bringing more tears. He’s gorgeous. “If you make me cum and don’t spill any I might give you a treat.”

He nods as best as he can while his hair is pulled tight. He’s keeps licking, moving his head back and forth. He’s can’t suck, but the little slut is a nymph with that tongue.

“ Good hole.” Laz can’t properly thrust while holding him this deep on his prick, but he rolls his hips, giving Sev something to work with, groaning happily each time the whore tries to swallow around where Laz is lodged in his throat.

Each breath is a slight tightening on Laz’s cock. Sev is completely buried, nose in Laz’s pubes. He never stops looking up at Laz, and making those beautiful sounds with each choke on Laz’s prick.

He’s close, so close, and already grinning, knowing Sev won’t be getting any damn treat.

Sev does his damnedest to do good, pushing his tongue against Laz’s cock so he’s pressed against the roof of his mouth Sev can at least try to suck him off properly. He’s so clumsy, it’s adorable.

That’s what finally does it, sending Lazary over the edge with a groan, prick pulsing as he orgasms. Of course, he yanks Sev backwards, off his cock, as he does, sending cum shooting across his face, dripping onto the floor.

He catches every drop across his face and into his mouth, being obedient like Laz told him to be. He’s being such a good puppy, trying his best. He even holds what little cum he got in his mouth on his tongue for Laz to see he’s not wasting any.

“Awww… good try baby. You spilled though, see?” He points to the drips on the ground. Laz had never intended for him to be able to succeed. “I guess that means no reward for you.”

Sev looks completely devastated, whining softly, squirming just a bit, but not enough to be pitching a fit. Poor thing almost looks heartbroken as he stares down at all the droplets.

“Wasteful mutt, aren’t you?”

He nods, really such a good puppy for the first time, even though he’s a wasteful little slut.

Lazary gets a small bottle from a table, gathering a few droplets in the pipette. “But because I’m such a kind daddy, I’ll still give you something, mh?”

Sev nods excitedly, eyes lighting up so happily. He keeps his cum-covered tongue out happily.

He gives Sev probably more than advisable for a man his size, smiling all the while. “Go on and swallow that, mutt. The cum too.”

Sev doesn’t question what he’s being given, but he swallows it all eagerly to get some sort of reward. He shows off his clean tongue afterwards, before putting it back in with a slight move of his jaw which aches behind the gag.

“Perfect. I’ll get the rest of my toys going while that kicks in.” He puts away the bottle, and begins gathering what he wants. Vibrators galore, sounds and nipple clamps and a frankly monstrous sized tentacle toy.

Sev makes a noise, a question of sorts, perhaps asking what it is he was given. He gives his body a slight stretch. Being a puppy is quite hard on one’s joints.

The sound goes in first. Long and solid and bead after bead after bead, all different sizes. “It should start working soon. Just an aphrodisiac.” Next are the clamps, each one with a chain, for weights. The lightest ones attached at the moment. “Something to really boost your sensitivity, your lust, your need. Kick them all up about twentyfold. Nothing important.” Last comes the big one. Lazary takes the time to rub the entire length of the massive tentacle with extra strength chili oil first, slicking the whole thing up and pressing into Sev’s already puffy hole.

Each sensation is pain, being stretched and pulled. The sound opens him nice and wide while stuffing him full, his nipples are pulled down a very cute amount, not too painful, but there is quite an ache starting to form. And then comes the intrusion, just the very tip of quite the tapered toy, and then the burn. Sev whines high and pretty, like a cute squeal as the tingling turns to a blistering heat.

“Oh, hush baby, it’s nothing you haven’t taken the size of before!” Lazary gives a swat to one cheek before pressing forward, half the length sliding in easy.

Sev squirms, desperately clenching around the length before immediately trying to push out, to get his hole as open as it can be around the heat. He whimpers, whines, all while his cock starts to drip pre around that pretty sound.

Instead, more gets pushed forward, sucked in. When Lazary’s hand meets warm skin around the toy, he smiles. “Almost there mutt.” Another shove, and the whole thing pops inside, abused hole winking as it disappears. A kiss is pressed to it, before Laz buckles a chastity harness on his pup, sealing the toy inside. No matter how much he pushes, it has no where to go.

He cries this agonising sound that would break the Devil’s heart. He can’t stop writhing, drooling through his gag he’ll be good, sobbing all as his cock pulses, his nipples getting all red, just like his sobbing little face flushes with the tantrum he’s throwing. The toy makes a visible bulge, and each squirm and writhe only rubs more of the oil deep inside him.

Laz bends down, lips close to his ear as he rubs Sev's lower back. "Be happy that one doesn't vibrate too." The sound turns on, as does a powerful little thing on a chain that he clips to the nipple clamps, making them and the weights shake.

The vibrations make Sev’s back arch involuntarily, every muscle in his body goes rigid as tears slip down his cheeks. He shakes his head, he can’t beg any louder, any more desperately as he’s forced to writhe on the sound, his guts burning from the inside. The look he gives Laz is pitiful. Almost.

"Good mutt." And Lazary turns, and walks to the bed, getting comfortable, ready to sleep. Entirely unbothered by the writhing toy hanging in front of him.

He cries out Laz’s name, begging until his throat feels near as raw as his ass. He wails and thrashes about, struggling against his binds as hard as he can.

Entirely ready for bed now, Lazary sighs, flicks off the light. Settles down into bed, and drifts off to the sounds of his pet faghole in agony.

It’s a completely sleepless night. Sev quickly realises he won’t get anywhere, and his voice is so raw it breaks at every cry. He realises fighting it will only make it worse, so he closes his eyes and endures . Every part of him aches. And the aphrodisiac only makes him want more as precum dribbles down his shaft, what little can escape.

When he wakes the next morning, it's unhurried, well rested. Seeing Sev hanging there is a beautiful sight greeting him. Lazary yawns, stretches, and gets up, walking over to his toy. Another weight is added to each clamp, before his prick is shoved in Sev's mouth. "Need to take care of the morning wood, you know how it- No, I expect you wouldn't know how it is anymore, would you. Not with your little clitty locked up tight."

Sev’s eyes are bloodshot from tears, he can only whimper subdued as the weight is added. He obediently tries to suck on Laz’s prick, but he’s clearly nice and broken after the night. He’s so rigid, his nose is still red from crying, his mouth a little dry.

“Mmmh, do we need to give you another dose?” Laz would rather his toy get the full experience.

Sev shakes his head, looking up at Laz with those pretty teary eyes. He’ll be good, and despite the sleepless night, he’s quite present.

He smirks, and thrusts forward, cruel for cruelty’s sake. “Then suck properly, fag.”

Sev licks around Laz’s shaft, bobbing his head back and forth at a nice pace. He’s doing his best with the ring gag, but there is still a chance he could bite so it’s for the best.

It’s not the beat blowjob in the world, but it gets the job done, and before long Laz is spilling into his mouth, He doesn’t even both to pull out before the grip of Sev’s hair tightens, pulling him flush, speared on Lazary’s cock. Hot, frothy piss streams into Sev’s throat, no choice in matter given. “Mmm y’make a good fuckhole and an even better urinal!”

Sev takes it all, swallowing what he’s graciously given, even though tears prick his eyes. It’s so humiliating, and even though he’s as hard as he can be in his cage, he looks away from Laz, as though he could be ashamed. Embarrassed. Disgusted.

“Least you know how to swallow.” When the stream ends, Laz keeps his cock in for a bit, making sure it all goes down before pulling out.

Sev coughs, but every last drop is swallowed like the good slut he is.

He smiles, and ruffles Sev’s hair as if he’s petting a dog. “Good girl! Now stick out your tongue again.”

Sev does so, albeit quite reluctantly, but he’s nothing if not an obedient slut, even when in pain and exhausted.

Another clip, this time with a far, far lighter weight is hooked to his tongue, making it pull down and gather drool. “There we go, all cute for me.”

Sev whines and adjusts, keeping his tongue out. He doesn’t have a choice, but he does look quite pretty all done up like that, his limbs bound and tongue out like a real puppy.

“Awwww we should give you a tail!” Something with a small enough plug that Laz can still cram his prick in alongside it. After he flushes all the chili oil out, of course.

All Sev can do is whimper softly. He can’t risk any more punishment. He can’t even feel his ass any more, he just bows his head nervously, as if saying ‘do whatever you want’ but also, ‘I’m behaving please be kind’.

Lazary unbuckles the harness keeping Sev’s hole closed off. “If you want it out you’re going to have to either push, or have me go digging.” He brushes a thumb over Sev’s hole. “Although I suppose there’s nothing stopping me from putting the tail in with that still stuffed in you. Worst it would do is jam your toy further into your guts!”

Sev begins to push, hissing as his aching hole opens. It’s red and puffy still, and the toy’s base comes out slowly. There’s no natural lube, he’s completely dry and painfully sore. But he keeps pushing.

“Mm, the boring route I see. I could force you to push the entire two feet out, but because I’m merciful…” Laz grabs hold of the base and yanks, the rest of it ripping free in one lewd squelch, suckers sticking a moment before popping away from skin.

Sev gasps, but it comes out as a wretching cry, his entire body tenses, coiled like a snake as the toy is removed. And his ass gapes. It twitches, throbs around the emptiness, but he’s pretty and wide open.

Laz laughs, stunned. “I ought to dry stretch you more often! This is gorgeous! I bet I could get my arm in there to the elbow. Past it maybe.”

Sev completely stiffens, frantically shaking his head. Of course he blames it on the lingering aphrodisiac, but his entire body screams for it, the slut always wanting to be pushed beyond his wits.

His hand slips in easy, down to the wrist. Sucking Laz in like he’s nothing. “Oh look at that! Your cunt’s hungry.”

“Ngh—!~” Sev arches, trying to clamp around Sev’s hand. But there’s nothing in him to do so, his ass aches so painfully any motion to resist just hurts all the more.

He knows he should have lubed up, but really, Sev’s loose enough at the moment it may not matter. Laz’s arm sinks in deeper, probing at his walls as, in by inch, the arm disappears into Sev’s greedy faghole.

Sev shakes his head, screaming at Laz to stop, his voice shrill from the pain, not from Laz, but from the night in agony. He can barely feel his hole, but what he doesn’t want is for Laz to reach a place he can feel.

Still Laz sinks in deeper, until, just as expected, he’s up to the elbow, arm curled inside his toy. “I was right! Your filthy cunt wanted me to go digging.”

He wrenches every which way, but he can’t fight it. Laz is stronger than him, and deep down he doesn’t want it to stop. The sick perversion in him is desperate for more and more, and as he can barely feel Laz deep in him, his cock strains against his cage.

“I bet I can go deeper….”

He can’t do anything to stop Laz but throw a pitiful look back at his tormentor.

“You know you’re curious too~” He presses forward just a tad, and grins as more of his arm slides right in.

There begins the deep stretch in Sev’s guts as Laz begins to move deeper past where the dildo had ended. He can’t beg for mercy with his tongue held and his mouth wide open. But it’s in his eyes, pleading for mercy, knowing he won’t get any.

Lazary isn’t even looking at his face. Eyes too busy focusing in on his hole, on the way it sucks him in so easily. On how little of his arm is left outside anymore. He wiggles his fingers, just to see what reaction it elicits.

The deeper Laz goes, the less stretched out Sev is, becoming tight, warm, wet on Laz’s hand. Each little movement is suddenly very noticed and intense, and Sev, though currently being impaled in Laz’s arm, can only think of the idea of being fucked like that, broken into, Laz forcing his guts wide open. He grins, cruel, and gives one punching thrust, hand curled into a fist, Sev swinging in his binds with the force. Sev cries out and feels Laz’ fist sink deep inside as he fights the surge of nausea that comes from having his ass so brutally fucked.

“Huh, guess we finally reached the point you can feel again.” Laz looks at his arm, basically engulfed to the shoulder. He pulls back out, arm and hand ripping free without warning. “Someday, I’m going to go that deep and start leaving things behind in you.”

“Guh—!“ The pull is sudden and agonising, and his pretty hole becomes a bit of a rosebud when empty. He can’t even protest, not when his cock is drooling around the sound keeping him nice and plugged up, save for what Sev has completely lost control of.

He carefully takes hold of that cute little rosebud, and tugs, coaxing more out. Just enough for Laz to have a target to slap. Sev can only take it, never able to get used to the feeling of his ass inside-out. He can’t talk, but he’s begging, pleading with barely legible sounds, drooling down his chin with every pathetic plea.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll put it back where it belongs.” He digs around for the tail he wants to give Sev, a cute one, and lines it up with the entrance at the center of the rose bud. Shoving it into his abused hole until the tail slides home, nestled safely in place. “There we go, my adorable little pup!”

He clenches around the plug, though it’s nothing compared to what has already stretched him out. “Nnn…. Nnnn~” He pushes against it, whining soft, like a real pup.

Lazary gives his butt a light smack, and lowers Sev to the ground. He’s forced to be on his knees and elbows. All fours, with that cute tail up in the air. “Awww is my puppy unsteady?”

He’s trying his best in the new position, his arms and legs bound tight. He’s wobbly, completely unbalanced, not to mention in shambles after the previous night.

“Such an adorable mutt, tongue out and wobbling around~” Laz pets him, scritching his head.

Sev whines indignantly, trying to keep steady. Poor thing is all tired and worn out, broken in like a good bitch.

“I’ll take you out for a walk and then we can lie down, mh? How’s that sound?” He doesn’t give Sev much of a choice though, clipping a leash to his nipple chain.

Sev fights it for only a moment before he deeply regrets the tugging pain it causes. He is not going outside though. He plants himself as firmly as he can.

Lazary huffs, exasperated. “Well, you can either go out in the yard, or you can have an accident in here and face the consequences of that.”

Sev growls, and walks— crawls ahead of Laz, toward the door. Someone is not having it.

“Good girl!” The door opens out into their back yard, tall privacy fences keeping the pair shielded.

He steps out into the cold morning and barely makes it a foot out of the house. Oh, he hates it. Even with the fence he is not a very happy puppy.

“Come on princess, not this close to the door.” Laz tugs at the leash again, coaxing him toward the middle of the yard.

He walks into the middle of the yard and just stands there. Pouting. Remarkably stable, though.

Laz looks at his puppy, not amused. “You’ll have to go. The sound doesn’t have a balloon in it, it’s not stuck in your bladder. I think you’re just not trying hard enough.”

He shakes his head. He definitely doesn’t have to go, at least, that’s what he’s convincing Laz of. Even though he really has to. It would be so easy, so nice to just let go. Sev doesn’t realise he’s pissing at first.

It’s just streaming out around the sound, splattering onto the ground in no real stream. Lazary is delighted. “Oh, good girl!! You can’t even piss like a boy anymore.”

Nightmares

A transcript of roleplay. Surprisingly fluffy for who this is, with the addition of the first consentual sex between our boys.

There’s no scream, no flash of lightning. All is quiet, calm, except for a whisper of panic that claws through the thin walls of the house. Sev tosses and turns in his sleep, trembling like a tree in mid-autumn. He squeezes his pillow over his head as though he could block out the danger that was in his own mind. Trapped in his own body, in his own dream, he whimpers softly as he cries, begging for mercy from an unseen monster.

Lazary doesn’t know what’s woken him, doesn’t know why he feels the need to be up and about. He loses motive on the way to the kitchen, standing there, half asleep and confused, holding a bottle of water. Something is wrong, and he doesn’t know what. Creeping toward Sev’s door, he unlocks it, careful to stay as quiet as he can, being wary of the creak. I’ll just check on him, that’s all. Just make sure he’s sleeping safe and sound.

In his fit, Sev has thrown the covers off of him, shivering as much as he is trembling from fear. The door opens and his soft panting can be heard, genuine out-of-breath fear. There’s only a candle in the room for light and the shine of the moon that illuminates Sev and the sweat that beads on his temple. But he’s assuredly dead asleep.

His heart crumples, striding swiftly into the room, Laz scoops up the blankets, setting down the water beside the candle. It’s only right to climb into that old bed alongside Sev, tucking the covers over the pair of them and pressing. close.

He jolts in Laz’s arms, though still completely unconscious. He instinctively curls into Laz’s arms, little heart pounding so hard Laz can feel it. A rabbit caught in a bear trap, that was always what Sev had been, only now experiencing that desperation first hand in the depraved recesses of his mind that had otherwise been muddled by alcohol and drugs. He whimpers, begging, pleading for something to stop, he squeezes the pillow hard as if he means to become a second skin around it.

Laz would much rather Sev curl around and squeeze him than a pillow, but even he isn’t cruel enough to do such a thing. Instead just tucking Sev closer to his chest, wrapping the covers tighter around the pair of them.

Sev’s head fits under Laz’s chin, absently he tangles their legs together, still shaking, but it slows, as does his breathing. His heart pounds through his slim frame, but he sinks into Lazary’s arms. The bed is suddenly much warmer. He’s not alone.

He'll never be alone again, not if Lazary as anything to say in the matter. Long fingers card through Sev's hair, and Laz winds them impossibly close, eyes slipping shut himself.

Sev groans softly as he wakes, squeezing his eyes shut tighter to get the sleep out of his eyes. He’s unusually warm, and realises his face is pressed against a chest. Laz’s chest. He’s shocked, nearly jolts, but stills himself to not raise any alarm or potentially upset Laz.

Laz, who is snuggling closer and holding Sev tight. Laz who wouldn’t let go even if he were awake. Whose hand is still on Sevastyan’s head, where it was tangled in his hair when he fell asleep.

He realises also that he’s curled around Laz like a lifeline. He shifts just a little bit, but Laz has him in quite the trap. But it’s safe. Somehow, he knows that. Flashes of his nightmare linger in his head. The shadows feel as though they have form. He tenses, and hides his face in Laz’s chest again.

Lazary shifts, half rolling, and ends up further on top of Sev, crushing him into the mattress under him, grumbling as he gets closer to waking.

Sev deflates like a balloon and frantically taps Laz on the back. This is no longer a time for quiet and peaceful cuddling, it’s an emergency. “Lazary… my lungs… how are you… so heavy…”

It takes a long minute, but Lazary’s eyes do crack open, softening when they see Sev so close. “Morning…”

Sev points to their contact, how the mattress presses down under Sev’s body. He rasps. “My body. Hurts.”

“Mmn, sorry love.” He rolls back, pulling Sev along with him. “Shouldn’t hurt unless I want it to.”

Sev takes a deep breath of relief and, in a way, is glad to be in Laz’s arms. “What are you… doing in here?” He broaches like Laz doesn’t own the house, the room, him.

Lazary nuzzle against his head, rubbing Sev’s shoulder. “You were having a nightmare darling. Shaking and whimpering, the whole thing. Didn’t stop until I held you.”

Sev’s cheeks redden. His whole face and shoulders do. He clears his throat, attempting to hide his face. “Didn’t mean to wake you…” Is all he says, lips then pressing into a thin line.

“You didn’t princess. Promise. Just had a feeling something was off.” Laz loves watching when he’s all flustered. Loves even more when he hooks a finger under his chin and pulls Sev’s face back to look at him. “You just needed to be in my arms.”

Sev’s blush only worsens, his eyes find anywhere else to look. “You’ve got a… pretty good sixth sense…” He says, swallowing hard. “Just… it was just a one off…”

He holds Sevastyan a little closer, and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Even if it’s not, I’ll always be here for you, with you.”

Sev nods, swallowing and hoping it doesn’t happen again. But it does. Again, and again, night after night. Sev tosses and turns, as if fighting off a demon in his sleep. But he never talks about what torments him. He gets quieter, he’s so exhausted, he practically lets Laz has his way with him. Poor thing has no energy left. And every night, Lazary holds him, soothes him, rocks and coaxes him back to sleep, restless as it might be. He’s only taken advantage once, one midmorning when Sev looked particularly desirable. Apart from that, Laz has been, well, almost a gentleman.

There comes a day where Sev stands up out of bed, and crumples to the floor. He’s thankfully uninjured, but he’s so tired he can’t stay awake. This doesn’t seem like something Dankovsky can fix. But there is another healer in the town.

“That’s enough. You’re ill, and despite my best efforts, you aren’t getting enough sleep.” Laz picks him up, holds him close for a moment before setting him gingerly on the bed to gather clothing. “We’re going to see Burakh.”

“Burakh…?” Sev says unsure. The name should ring a bell, he’s too fuzzy to remember. “The Steppe man… the drink comes from his mother.” He mumbles, looking at his hands. “I’m fine.” He looks up at Lazary. He’s sallow and can’t focus on Laz’s face.

Laz frowns down at Sev as he pulls a pair of clean underpants up Sev’s legs. “No, princess, you’re not.”

“Maybe so…” he says. “Do we have to?” He whines like a petulant child. “I just… need to get some sleep. That’s it.”

“Yes, we do. You do need to get some sleep, but you obviously aren’t able to. He should be able to help.” A pair of loose, soft trousers go next, and Lazary checks him over for bruises or bleeding as he slides them on. The sleep issue has put a stop to most of their playing, so for the first time in a long while, Sev’s fairly mark free. Just the few hickeys Lazary refuses to let fade. “You’ll behave while we’re there. For both me and the menkhu.” It’s not a request.

“When have I ever… not behaved? What would I do? Beg Burakh to save me? I’ve done that in front of Andrey and Dankovsky. Nobody has believed me so far.” Sev chuckles and lets Laz dress him. His touch is warm, but Sev flinches as if he’s still not quite awake. As though he’s still trapped in his head.

An eyebrow raises at that, even as Laz rubs gentle circles with his thumb, trying to calm Sev. “You tried to run. You tried to get them to take you away. You’ll not be doing either of those, or anything else naughty today.”

He swallows and leans into it, trying to find tenderness. But his hands feel a little too much like someone else’s. “Sir, yes sir.” He mocks salutes. He doesn’t even have the energy to form an escape. He could, he thinks Burakh might be a kind man. But he isn’t sure and he can’t take another person knowingly leaving him to rot.

“Such a good baby for me.” Laz looks him up and down, before deciding a little more comfort is in order, and gently tugging on soft socks. “No shoes though, I think. You don’t need them anyhow.”

“You gonna fuckin’ carry me? I can walk.” He punctuates by standing up. The room goes sideways and then black, and Sev finds himself sat right back down on the bed. “Fuck.”

“Princess even if you could walk, I’d be carrying you.” Laz gets himself dressed the rest of the way, before petting through Sev’s hair a moment. “Do you want a blanket?”

Sev looks away and nods. But he crosses his arms. “People are gonna see. Think we’re fags.” Her frowns, looking disgusted, almost. The man that draped himself over Andrey is worried about being seen curled up in another man’s arms like a pretty porcelain doll.

That makes him snort. “As if our doctors aren’t hanging off each other. As if the bachelor and the twins don’t obviously have some form of arrangement.” Laz does grab a blanket though, gently wrapping Sevastyan up and cradling him close. “No one much, cares, babydoll.”

Sev doesn’t even need to hold on, he’s like a cuddle of sticks in Laz’s arms, and he’s quite strong compared to Laz. “God… so fucking sick of everyone fawning over fucking Dankovsky. An… he never stopped talking about him. I’d hate to think poor Peter is wrapped around that snake’s finger too.” Sev sneers.

“Think Peter might be the one wrapping men around his fingers, rather than the opposite.” Lazary frowns deeper at how light Sev’s gotten and holds him a little tighter as they start outside. He’ll have to begin feeding him more intensively.

He curls up. The air is biting, wind curling and languishing over the town as October approaches. Sev enjoys the sound of leaves underfoot. A simple pleasure so nice he finds himself attempting to drift off, but he manages to continue prattling. “Never got the chance.” He chuckles. “But I could drink him under the table.”

Lazary highly doubts that. The sicker Stamatin seems to have more twyrine in his veins than actual blood. “No, because you don’t drink anymore. You aren’t allowed it.”

“Okay mum.” Sev indignantly leans his head back, rolling his eyes. Burakh’s fortress, as it should have been called, was as imposing as the menkhu himself was. There was somehow life in the old factory, unlike the old Burakh’s home. The wind makes the building creak with rust. “Hahaaaa… Menkhu’s haunted.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me. Enough people certainly died during the plague, both at his hand and not.” He knocks, solid but not aggressively, and boops Sev’s nose before pulling the blanket a little tighter around his shivering form.

The menkhu opens the door to the factory before Laz can even knock. It creaks low, a longing whine. He towers over Lazary, a neutral expression on his face. “You are one of the executors. How can I—“ He looks down at Sev, shaking like a leaf in Laz’s arms. “Come inside.” He holds the door open and stands to the side.

“He’s not been able to sleep, almost a week and maybe an hour to two a night. I’ve been doing my best, but….” Lazary sets Sev down on the table gently, pulling the blanket a little tighter around his body, and digging his face out a bit more. “He fell over today, that’s how I knew it wasn’t going to get better on its own.”

Sev looks up at Burakh with a scrutinizing squint. “I know you…” he says. He looks like a little pierogi all bundled, but Burakh is serious.

“You do.” Burakh busies himself with his amblemic, looking over his tinctures. He knows just the cure for this. It won’t fix the nightmares, but Sev will finally sleep.

Laz pets over his head, looking between them all worried. “He’ll be alright, yeah? You can help?”

“It will not stop the pain. But he will rest.” Artemy explains, and hands the tincture not to Laz, but Sev, basically tucking it into the blanket. “Do you wish to share about the nightmares?” He asks. It might help to get the fears off his chest. But Sev stays quiet and shakes his head. Artemy looks at Laz. He’s got a scary look in his eyes, brow turned down. Sev can’t see the look, but Laz certainly can. “You be good to him.” It’s a threat.

“Of course.” He nods, finally beginning to believe this man didn’t do anything to his boy. “He’s my everything.”

Artemy sizes Lazary up, then looks to Sevastyan. “He’s hurting. Don’t hurt him more.” He gives Laz a look as a father would. “He sleeps as long as he needs to. He eats. He stands up on his own, get him walking. If he sleeps longer than twelve hours in a night, don’t let him nap. Less than that, go for it.” He explains.

Lazary nods again. “What if he falls again? Any dietary restrictions?” He’s already thinking about what he has in the kitchen and what he might need to buy.

“He is still severely underweight.” Artemy moves and thumbs through a stack of papers and pulls out what seems to be a chart. He looks over it. “He needs to take it slow, trust himself first. He lays down. Then, he sits in bed. He sits with his feet on the floor. His rises. If he falls, he’ll fall onto the bed.” He reads, finding what he wants. “He prefers lean meats to heavy. He isn’t anemic but try things like salted jerky or egg.” He thinks for a moment. “Does he still drink?”

“No!” Lazary’s reply is immediate and vehement. “He’s been sober for a bit now. It took a lot for him to get there, but I’m so proud of him.”

He lightens a bit at that. “As am I.” He throws back a look at Sev, who manages to pull himself to sit on the exam table. He smiles weakly, almost proud too, though just hearing the word drink makes him salivate. “The tincture provided is a week’s worth, but see what happens after three days. There’s no alcohol in it, but the drowsiness is… similar to the effect of alcohol. He will not get drunk off it; it is just a precaution. I don’t want him to relapse.”

“I’m… right here.” Sev says indignantly.

Laz turns to look at him, rubbing his shoulder soothing. “I know you are sweetheart, it’s alright. I didn’t know how with it you’d be, as tired as you are.” Turning back to Artemy, he nods. “I don’t keep anything in the house apart from disinfectants, and those are under lock and key.”

“In my stint in the army, there was a soldier who nearly drank paint thinner for the alcohol. There is hope for all of us.” Artemy turns to Sev. He opens his mouth to speak but swallows his query. “I want to see him back here after the third day, a follow up, to see how he’s doing. Even if he’s gotten better.” It’s not a request. “That’s good for you?”

“Yes. Yes of course, after the third day…” Lazary looks over Sev again as well. “We’ll see you in four days, hopefully he’ll be walking in himself.” Turning once more to Artemy, he asks, “How do I administer? Once a day?”

“Once a day before bed. Which, sorry to say, should be at a consistent time.” Artemy squints at Sev with a pursed lip, as if reading something on him that nobody else can. “… Eleven should work. That seems like a time you both could get used to. And…” Artemy looks almost askance. “I don’t recommend… sleeping together. For the time being.” He comments. “Separate beds and… and such.” He looks embarrassed.

That makes him frown. “I understand the need for a break from… adult relations, we’ve been doing that for the time being already, he’s so tired. But... Sev… he whimpers, cries in fear when he sleeps if I’m not there to hold him.” Lazary looks up at the menkhu, pleading. “I just— I don’t want him to suffer because you worry I’ll not keep my hands to myself.”

“I don’t worry about that; I worry about dependency. Not being able to sleep without someone or something.” He looks over at Sev, who is flushed, embarrassed.

“I don’t… need anything. I just worry I’m… making you tired too. But… I don’t mind. Sleeping together— in the same bed.” He stumbles, acting modest, chaste as if Burakh didn’t know the two were intimate.

Honestly Lazary would love to foster than dependency, would love for Sev to not be able to sleep a wink without being by his side, but he knows Burakh would know somehow. “If... if that’s truly a concern… We can be in separate beds. We can at least try.” It feels like a betrayal, to ever say it.

“If it makes things worse, then do what you both feel is right.” He emphasizes. He’s clearly looking out for Sev, when so many before have swept him under the rug. “I will also say, talking about the nightmares can help, to get the feelings out of your mind. You can write them too, but no pressure. Even if you’re worried the fears are… embarrassing. Like you dream of being in the ballet in front of a massive audience. Trust me, I’ve… heard too many stories.” He laughs lightly. The big, scary man isn’t so big and scary after all. “Healing takes time. And it goes at the pace it needs to.”

Sev definitely feels better, hearing it, but he’s still cagey. “I just… want to go home and pop this and get some sleep.” Nevermind that it was barely noon. “And I’ll… try to pack on the pounds. Twigs like me die in the cold.” He laughs softly. He’s smiling. The first in a while.

For the first time since the nightmares started, Lazary smiles, thin and strained though it is. “Thank you, sir, truly. I do want to ask though… Even with foods he likes, we haven’t been able to get him eating an adequate amount. I know that’s common after periods of malnutrition and lack of food but… I don’t know how to help.”

Artemy actually laughs. “Please. It’s Artemy. Sir was my father and only on bad days,” he says. “But for food, you can’t force it. After so long… I would say soups and stews help. Too much, you get sick and vomit. Too little, you waste away again. I will say, since the last time, you look fuller cheeked. So, you are gaining weight. I’m not sure how to help if it’s a body image problem…” He looks to Sev, encouraging him to speak for himself.

“I don’t have body issues.” He replies snappily. “I just… need time to figure shit out.” He crosses his arms over his chest, looking away.

“I- Alright.” Lazary mutters to himself for a minute. He hadn’t even considered that might be an issue. Clearing his throat, he wraps an arm around Sev’s still swaddled shoulders. “You can take as much time as you need, hon. I won’t judge. I just want you healthy and hale.”

As Sev refuses to meet either man’s eyes, Artemy continues explaining what to do, what would be normal after starting treatment and stresses the regulation. Give Sev the tincture too early, and he’ll end up wide awake in the middle of the night. He tries to not give any pitying looks towards Sev, though it’s hard seeing the man so low.

Laz nods and takes dutiful notes, not wanting to forget anything. When Artemy seems to be done, he looks at Sev again, still bundled. “You seem rather comfy like that. Do you want me to see if I’m allowed to carry you home? You haven’t any shoes on.”

Sev just nods, rubbing one foot on the other. “You didn’t give me shoes.” He says, snarking, but he has a stupid, half-awake smile on his face. He probably won’t even remember the little doctor’s visit once he gets some sleep in.

“You didn’t seem in any state to deal with me lacing them!” Lazary turns to look at Artemy, a little apologetic, even if just for show. “Is it alright if the ‘walking on his own’ bit starts once we’re back home? I would hate for something to cut his feet.”

“That’s fine.” He turns to Sev. “If you have balancing problems, try walking with shoes on, so you have an even surface. I know the floors in some of these houses aren’t… friendly. But you should be good to go.” Artemy squeezes Sev’s shoulder. Sev looks down, refusing to acknowledge the pride in either man. He feels weak. Small.

“Thank you, s- Artemy. Thank you, Artemy. We’ll see you in four days.” Lazary rubs Sev’s other shoulder, trying to sooth. “You ready to go home dear?”

Sev nods and leans into Laz’s arm. “Thank you, Artemy.” He affirms, and tests swinging his legs over the table. Before he plants his feet, he decides. “… Yeah. You can carry me.”

Laz smiles, looking him over. “You want to be wrapped back up? It’s a bit chill outside.”

Sev nods, shifting the blanket so it drapes over him, he’s no longer bundled all together. The blanket is so thick, knitted expertly, it practically swallows Sev whole.

“There we go, you look adorable hon.” Lazary pulls him into his arms and looks back at Artemy again. “And thank you, for helping him. He’s my priority. Always.”

“Of course. I know the fear of sickness. Especially when it comes to the ones we care for.” Artemy returns to the stack of papers, slipping in the chart on Sevastyan into the pile.

Sev tucks his head under Laz’s chin, hiding his face. He’s all red in the cheeks.

Laz nuzzles against his forehead, or the mound of blanket covering it. “We’ll see you in four days then. Uhh… payment?”

Artemy puts his hand up. “This, I do for free.” He doesn’t even throw a look at them. He won’t be protested.

His face softens, as he cradles Sev closer to his chest. “Thank you.” Sevastyan must have been correct when he said the man didn’t touch him, didn’t hurt him. It seems like Burakh really does just want to see him well. Safe and healthy. It’s a relief, having a doctor he knows will help.

Sev pushes the top of his head against Lazary’s chin. It’s affectionate, sleepy, actually showing some form of emotion and satisfaction. He’s content. And quite warm. Lazary smiles, softer and more excited than he’s ever been before, and when they step out of Artemy’s warehouse, he presses a kiss to the bit of Sev’s head he can reach before heading home.

He chuckles softly. “You look like a kid getting a pony for Christmas.” He comments, getting comfortable. He shifts but not too much. He doesn’t want to shift Laz off balance.

“Well, I got you. That’s far better than a pony.” He hums softly, thinking for a moment. “Although we could always make you into a pretty pony for a bit if you wanted, though you seem far happier as either a pup or my princess.”

Sev blushes. “Shut up.” He complains, hiding in Laz’s chest. “We’re not supposed to have ‘adult relations’, remember?” Sev actually laughs.

“It needn’t be right now!” Laz says, laughing a bit himself. “You can be whatever of mine you want whenever, how about that?”

“Mmm… fine,” he says. They get back to the house and into Sev’s little room. “I’m so tired but… I don’t want to sleep… but I do?” He says, conflicted.

Depositing him onto the bed, Lazary kisses his forehead and brushes a few stray hairs out of the way. “Do you want to try eating something before we give you your medicine?”

Sev takes his favorite position on the bed, back pressed against the headboard, feet curled up. They no longer touch his chest. He has the bare bones of a stomach on him, his bones covered by a slow growing layer of muscle and fat. “I… don’t know. You make it sound like I’m a babe with a fever.” He’s smiling, if absently and completely exhausted.

“How about I heat up some of our stew, and you try a few bites before we put you to bed.” Laz says, laughing a tad. If his babygirl is sick like a babe, he’ll treat him just as gently.

“Now you’re pushing it,” he says, but allows it. He counts the threads in his socks to stay awake but messes up and has to start from the beginning.

It doesn’t take long, and Lazary soon returns with a bowl, a spoon and another few blankets. Ones from his own bed, ones that smell like Laz. “Do you feel steady enough to feed yourself? Or would you like some help so you don’t make a mess?”

“I can— oh you’re playing it up, so you get me frustrated.” He huffs. He takes the bowl and spoon. He blows on the soup and takes a few noodles and carrot in his mouth. It’s still hot, so he does the ‘hashashasha’ thing with his mouth before swallowing.

“I think you’re cute when you get all huffy.” And it makes you focus a little more, he thinks. “Can you try to get a few bites with meat?”

Sev manages to pick at a few pieces of beef and eventually eats more of the meat than the rest of the soup. He slurps on the broth, and picks out more noodles with his fingers, tending to avoid the potatoes.

“Thank you darling. You can be done if you want.” Trying to force it will only make Sev more resistant to it in the future, Laz has found.

He pauses for a bit and has a few more carrots and one small bite of potato. He puts the bowl on the nightstand. “I do feel like a kid… complaining that my vegetables are soft.” He chuckles. Even with a small sup, he has some colour in his face.

Laz kisses his forehead and rearranges blankets around him. “It’s alright. You’re ill, that means complaining is allowed.”

“I bow to your generosity. And I’m not ill. I’m just tired.” He pulls the blankets tight around him, bundled up against the cold October that wouldn’t dare seep into the home.

“Tired enough you can’t see straight. Tired enough we had to see a doctor. That means you’re ill, Sevastyan. It’s alright to admit.” He busies himself getting the proper doze of tincture ready and tries not to look too giddy at his adorable boyfriend all wrapped up in bed.

“Tomato… tomato.” He snickers and gets nice and comfortable. He looks so pretty, but he’s always so nice to look at when about to sleep, or outright unconscious.

Laz laughs, happy to be so domestic with him, and sits on the side of the bed. “Medicine time.“

Sev sniffs at the tincture. “… People… drink this stuff?” He asks. It’s definitely herbal. It smells like the earth itself.

“Well not for fun, baby. It’s medicine.”

“… I know that.” He takes a sup of the medicine, as much as he’s supposed to. He manages it down but gags harshly once it’s gone. “Eugh.”

He rubs Sev’s back, soothing. “I know, but it’ll help you sleep, dear.”

Sev swallows again to get the taste out of his mouth. “So… I’ll still have nightmares but I’ll be. Stuck. Asleep.”

A glass of water is handed to Sev, and a kiss pressed to his temple. “Likely. I’m sorry you’re having them at all dear.”

“They’ll go away eventually. I just… don’t know why I’m having them at all.” Sev drinks the whole lot before scooting down into bed, moving the covers so he’s less bundled, and they lay over him, tucked in. “You have moments where… it feels like you do care.” Sev looks off, distant. “It’s… nice.”

“I do care, Sev. I care more about you than anything or anyone else.”

“Okay.” He says quietly, resting his head onto the pillow. “I’ll try not to wake you if it happens again.” He turns on his side, facing Lazary. “Goodnight.”

“It’s alright if you do wake me up dear.” Laz’s heart clenches, and he brushes the hair out of Sev’s face. Leans down to press a kiss to his brow and pulls up the covers, tucking him in proper. “Goodnight love.”

Sev sighs and closes his eyes. He’s already exhausted, and sleep comes quite easily. It’s all black for a while before the nightmares come. But on the outside, Sev is asleep. He’ll get what he needs, even if he’s caught in his mind. He’s still.

Lazary checks on him, multiple times, anxious, terrified something will happen during the night. But the night passes, with Sev waking up late in the morning. He groans, stretches, and looks completely exhausted, but it was a whole night asleep. “I think… I’m ready to talk about it.

Laz scrambles to get him whatever he needs, offering water, anything. Finally sitting on the other edge of the bed, looking at Sev with wide eyes. “Yeah? It’s alright if you need to stop.”

Sev swallows. “It didn’t… happen. My brain is… twisting it around, making him into a monster.” Sev wrings his hands. “He’s all over me. He’s killing me, ripping out my guts. Slurping on my veins like noodles. And I can’t make it stop. I don’t… want it to stop. I’m drunk on it. I can’t stop. I can’t…” His fingers dig into his thighs.

“Why don’t you want it to stop, hon?” Lazary doesn’t want to frighten, but he also doesn’t want Sev to make himself bleed. A hand slowly creeps over and worms its way between nail and thigh.

“It feels good. It’s like the fear… it goes away when I’m…” He looks away, his other hand over the zipper of his pants. “I don’t want anyone hurt. I felt his… hands inside me… pulling at my ribs and…” His breath hitches. “I haven’t seen Burakh since then… I don’t remember if they dumped me there or… or if I ran… but Burakh… stitched it all. I ate his soup. And ran back home. I clocked in the next day… and they were both there… they acted like it didn’t happen, but it did happen, that fucking Bachelor couldn’t look me in the eye—!” He chokes on a sob that wrenches through his throat.

Scared of making him clam up, Lazary doesn’t want to touch him more, though he desperately wants to comfort. “That what your scars are from?” He’s seen them, daily. Always wondered where they came from.

He doesn’t answer, doesn’t talk for a long time. “… I think I was high. Don’t remember how willingly it was. I would have done anything for…” Sev takes a deep breath. “I know I’m tried. But I feel hands under my skin like bugs.”

“It… It looks like they opened you up, Sev. It looks like hands were under your skin.” He dearly hopes that wasn’t the wrong thing to say.

“He didn’t cut me. He fondled what was inside he wrenched his hand in he touched my heart and—“ Sev squeezes his eyes shut. “It felt like dying. I couldn’t breathe. He fucked Dankovsky while I was cracked open and naked on a fucking slab. Have you ever had a heart attack?” Sev harshly wipes at his eyes.

“I…. no. I haven’t.” He doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know what to do, apart from plan Stamatin and Dankovsky’s painful deaths.

“Yeah. I hadn’t.” Sev pauses and then starts welling up, a look of pure misery on his face. “And I don’t want them hurt!” He wails. “Cause, he was my everything… and I would do everything for him. And you’re fucked up but he. How do you do that to someone?!” He breaks down, crumpling completely.

All the plans of grisly murder evaporate, leaving Lazary to lean forward and pull Sev into his lap, entirely innocently, truly just wanting to hold and comfort his sobbing boy. “I won’t. I won’t, I swear.” A shaking kiss is pressing to Sev’s temple. “He did it because he wanted a toy. He wanted an accessory to set the mood with his bachelor. And I’m so, so sorry you were that toy.”

“Please don’t kill them. Please don’t kill them. I can’t… I can’t… I love him. That’s so fucking stupid. Because he did this to me. And I’m finally fucking sober and I can see it. And I’m with you and I shouldn’t fucking care!” He’s trembling, choking down sobs.

“I promise I won’t. I won’t touch them love, I swear.” He rocks them, slow and gentle. “And— It’s not stupid. He was the center of your world for years, baby, of course you still care about him.”

“Isn’t it wrong though? He did nothing but… but use me and hate me… but he flirted… he was sweet…” Sev clings onto Laz as if he’ll disappear if he lets go. “All of my fuck ups and shit… and he was always there. I thought he loved me.”

“He might have, the way a dog loves a chew toy, or a squirrel who keeps coming back to be beat bloody. He loved your devotion, not you.” Lazary just holds him tighter, closer, wanting to reassure he’s not going anywhere. “I’m always going to be here for you, dear, I swear.”

He sniffs, wiping again at his eyes, leaving the skin around them red. “Was I… not enough…? Was I too much…? Am I…?” It becomes easy to listen to the voice in the back of his mind. “I keep thinking of him. His smell. His voice. Even now I just… I want it all back to when I didn’t know shit. When it was all… black. And empty. God, fuck you, Lazary! That’s what’s coming out of my mouth and you’re the only one who ever fucking gave a shit.”

Laz kisses his forehead, rubbing his back. “You’re enough, you’re not too much, you’re perfect. He was just a fool. He’s still a fool, who doesn’t know how to appreciate a good thing.” God Lazary hates that damn architect. “It’s alright. I love you anyway. I always will.”

“You shouldn’t.” He pulls away from Laz, pulling his legs in close to his chest. “You ruined me, you broke me and put me back together in a hundred different ways…. And all of it was better than what happened that night.” Sev sighs softly.

“I do though. I always will.” He shifts Sev, pulling him sideways against him, keeping him close, safe and grounded. “I always put you back together. I’m always here in the morning, to keep you safe. He wasn’t.”

“I’m sorry.” He says meekly. Subdued. Ashamed. “I’m so sorry for… everything I am.”

A hand runs through Sev’s hair, pulling his head to rest on Lazary’s shoulder. “Oh darling, why? I adore everything that you are!”

“I just… hate… everything I am. A drunk and… faggot… begging for abuse from men. Always… nothing.”

“You’re not a drunk anymore baby.” A nuzzle, to his forehead. “There’s nothing wrong with you liking men. Nothing wrong with liking things rough from them either.”

“I wish. I wish I was normal.” Sev flops on Sev’s chest. “I wish I was still a stupid drunk. I wish I didn’t… know anything. Wish it was all black.”

Laz takes his weight gladly, holding him steady. “Normal is for all those boring shmucks. You’re real, you don’t just fade into the faceless crowd. You might wish it was still all black, but I’m happy you’re here and present.” Another kiss gets pressed to him. “And I’m mighty proud of you for making it to this point.”

“You and Burakh… proud of me. I didn’t do shit. Every day I want a drink. Every day I want to be fucked stupid and drunk and hate being alive but too scared to off myself, cause there’s nothing after.” Sev admits. He breathes softly. “Sometimes. I wish I died that night.”

As much as he wants to spank Sev for that, Lazary knows now isn’t the time. “Every day you don’t drink. Every day you keep living, and yes, you do often get fucked stupid, but you’re doing that here. With me. Not in some back alley with diseased perverts. You keep going, Sevastyan. That’s what we’re proud of.” The arms around him tighten a bit. “I’m glad you didn’t die. It would have deprived the world of you and deprived you of the world.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Sev nuzzles against Laz and sighs. “I don’t think I’ll ever be over it. Maybe… someday.” He wants to turn into dust. “I just… I feel sick. I feel the hands again.”

Laz makes a mental note to lock the sharps away and rocks the pair of them gently. “Would you like to feel other hands? I can’t put them under your skin, not now. Not ever, if you don’t want me too, but I can show you my own outside of you, help replace the image in your brain.”

Sev bites his lip. He bites it so hard it bleeds. “I’m scared. I’m scared that your hands will feel like his… I… I… but it’s like bugs and they’re crawling and I want you to take them away.”

“How about we give it a try, and if you don’t like it, if it doesn’t help, or it makes it worse, I’ll stop, and give you a nice, heated blanket instead?” Sev’s lip is carefully extracted from between his teeth, the blood brushed away with a thumb.

Sev nods, scared, tracking Laz’s every move with his eyes. “Okay. Okay, I’m okay.”

“Do, uh… do you want to lie down? Stand up?” Laz doesn’t want to make this worse.

“I’m gonna lay down. In case I fall asleep. Or… freak out. Then I won’t fall down.” He adjusts and lays down, head on his pillow.

Lazary nods, crawling to kneel by his side. Straddling Sev might be easier, but he knows it’ll complicate everything right now. “Alright. You tell me where the hands are, and I’ll replace them, okay?”

“Okay.” Sev lets himself close his eyes. “They’re. They’re in my stomach. They want to pull me apart… like I’m full of bugs…” He’s thinking too hard, but he breathes slow and even.

“Right here?” Laz presses his hands flat against his belly, rubbing gently toward Sev’s sides.

He tightens his jaw. “Mhm.” He says, tense. The feeling dissipates slowly, agonizingly so, and is replaced by the warmth of Laz’s hands.

He’s watching Sev close, but he seems to be doing alright, so Laz tries adding more pressure, hoping it’ll be more steadying. “Are they anywhere else? Or just here for now?”

“It’s here… dull beneath the surface… like wherever you touch, where you press, it presses back. Like he’s… inside?” Sev looks away. “I sound fucking crazy.”

“No, you don’t. You sound stressed and tired and traumatized.” He stills his hands, and looks back to Sev, searching. “Is it better if I’m touching you? Or worse?”

“It’s warm. It’s in my chest. Why does it feel like bugs?” He asks quietly, scared, as if looking down at his chest would reveal his torso being chewed away by centipedes.

“Because it scares you, and it feels, to your brain, like he’s crawling around somewhere you can’t get him out.” One hand shifts, moving to his chest, warm and solid and present. “Can you look down for me baby? I promise there’s no bugs.”

Sev swallows and looks down, seeing only Laz, his hand on Sev’s chest. “No bugs. No Andrey. No scalpel, no Stillwater.” He lets out a shaking breath. “I remember feeling his hands under my skin…” His eyes well with tears. “I’m sorry— I’m not… I can do this I just… didn’t realises how shit it all was.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Do you want me to just hold you for a bit? Lie next to you and keep you safe?” He’s so proud of Sev for managing what they’ve just done.

Sev nods hastily. “The feeling hurts but I don’t want to let it go. I want to keep him, but I want to rip him out of me and tear him apart. You never saw what I did…” He says softly and holds himself. He makes space for Laz to lay next to him.

He lies down, curling around Sev, half on top of him, and holding him close. “Yeah? What did you do?”

“Everything.” He says softly. “Anything he wanted, I did. Beck and call. Except he… never wanted me.” Sev says, arms slowly snaking around Laz. “Everything I did. Becoming eye candy, getting people so drunk they couldn’t stand… it was all for him. I wasn’t sober before the Broken Heart. I don’t know how I’m still alive with everything he put in me.” He chuckles sadly.

“Maybe it was so we would meet. All of that, it brought you to me, to my love.”

“You’re a sap.” He says but hides his face in Lazary’s chest anyway. “I kept waiting for him to say it. That he loved me. That he’d take me away… but it’s fucking Stamatin. What did I expect, really? I was a fucking stupid piece of shit for thinking it at all.”

An extremely gently swat to Sev’s side, admonishing. “No, you weren’t. You never have been. You were hopeful and perhaps a bit naive, but never stupid.”

“Hey—!” He complains. “I’m allowed to hate myself. Hate who I was and what I did… hate who I am… it’s just… life.” He rubs his side, exaggerating the ‘pain’.

“Sure, but you’re not allowed to be so mean to yourself about it. That’s my job love. I know when to stop, and you don’t. “

Sev looks off, a bit pouty. “You’re the worst. But you’re… something else, too. You’re always so… careful, after you break me. Like putting back together stained glass. You never miss a spot. It’s… weird. It’s faggy.” He chuckles.

He kisses the side of Sev’s face, right at the hairline. “It’s love.”

“Okay, it’s faggy when you say it like that.” He huffs, though he’s not complaining.

“Well then I guess we’re just fags, mh?” Another kiss gets pressed to Sev’s temple, and then more, a flurry across the side of his face.

“Stop— stop!” He squeals, falling into a fit of laughter. “Your mouth is so wet!!”

One last kiss to the tip of Sev’s nose, and Laz relents, relaxing back against the bed beside him. “You’re just so kissable!”

“I am not! Eugh!” He wipes away Laz’s kisses like dog slobber. “You’re like a big fuckin’ hound. I’m all spitty now!”

“Spitty and covered in looooooveeee~”

“Stop saying that word! You’re weird! Acting faggier than me…” He huffs, squirming out of Laz’s arms. Well, at least he tries.

He lets Sev squirm mostly out, keeping hold of an arm, hugging it close. “I do though, love you. I always have.”

“You started to love me when your boner stopped for Dankovsky.” He brushes it off. But he pauses for a bit. “How do you… feel? About what I told you. About… the Stillwater?”

“I loved you the minute I saw you, but, to your question…” Laz licks his lip, buying time. “Thank you, for telling me. I’m proud of you for that, I know it was difficult. I… I want to tear them apart and tangle their insides together while they choke on their own blood, but I won’t. I swear on my life, I will not.”

“Quite violent… not unlike you.” He says thoughtfully. “I don’t… care about Dankovsky. But… Y’know how I am. I just don’t want to cause any more pain…”

He nods, thumb rubbing over Sev’s arm. “I know you don’t darling. Which is why I’m not going to do anything to them. I really won’t.”

“Okay… I believe you.” With that, he curls into Laz, head on his chest. “Will I ever be… not… like this?” He asks softly, scared, picking at the skin at his nails.

“I wish I could tell you baby. I think it’ll get better, as time passes, but it’s going to take work, and it’ll probably be hard.” One hand curls around Sev’s head, gently scratching his scalp.

He leans into Laz, closing his eyes. Oh, he’s like a little cat, he smiles contently, toes curling up, he doesn’t even realise it, but he’s pressing his head into Laz’s fingers.

“Is it better now?” He means the hands, the bugs, but it works overall.

Sev nods. “Being distracted makes it better. I guess that’s why I was never sober. Easier to block it out. Why he made me drink… so I didn’t know. But it’s… lighter now. Like a buzz in the back of my head rather than clawing under my skin.”

“That’s good. Means you don’t feel like crawling out of your skin, yeah?”

He nods again. “Yeah. For now. It’ll come back. But… right now. It’s not there.” He snuggles up to Laz, pressing close of his own will, wanting to be close.

Laz wraps himself around Sevastyan more than happily, holding him as close as physically possible. “When it does come back, let me know. I’ll send it away again. Your daddy takes care of you, in any way you need, Sev. You know that by now.”

“What’s the difference. For you?” Sev asks, looking drowsily at Laz, though he’s only just woken up. “What does it mean, that you’re my daddy? I’m not like. Your fuckin kid, you make me take it up the ass.” Sev laughs, and then slips out of Laz’s arms, instead now laying on top of him, legs on either side of Laz’s.

He thinks for a bit. “Well… since I brought you home, I’ve been your daddy. I always am, even when we’re not playing. I take care of you, help you out when you don’t know what to do, or how.” A couple beats of silence. “But you weren’t my boyfriend until more recently, yeah?”

“Normally it’s the other way around. You get romantic and shit, then you get some weird fucked up shit.” He lets the quiet settle over them both. “I like… having a daddy. In more than just the sex way. That’s dumb. Forget I said anything.”

“No! No that’s good.” Lazary lights up, giddy. “That’s good! I want you to enjoy it. It’s nice, being needed.”

“Don’t get too into it.” He chuckles. “You’re not fuckin’ popping me bottles and shit.” He tries to find a comfortable position, laying on top of Laz.

Lazary’s hands settle around him, happy to let Sev squirm until he’s comfy. “I’m most certainly not, no. But I do feed you, when needed.” He boops Sev’s nose, smiling. “You’re my babygirl, my princess, not my actual toddler.”

“I don’t think I should dwell on how much I like the feminine titles.” He trails off, resting his head under Lazary’s chin. “God… you’re such a fag…” He listens to Laz’s heart

“You don’t have to. You can be my pretty boy, my boyfriend, and my babygirl princess. It’s all just you.”

“It’s all me.” He says softly. He looks away, distant. “It’s me.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Weird.”

“All you. All mine.” One of Laz’s hands smooths the hair down around Sev’s ear, pressing him closer to his heartbeat. “All loved.”

Sev decides he could take a bit longer of a snooze, and for the first time, he’s the one trapping Laz. In a pile of limbs, comfort, and maybe just a little love. Lazary looks at the clock. He hadn’t sleep twelve or more overnight, so a nap should be alright, he just wants to watch Sev, make sure everything is alright. He refuses to fuck this up.

Sev fusses a bit, here and there, making soft sounds. But he reaches for Laz’s hand, squeezing it. The squeeze is akin to that of a woman in labour, but he’s reaching out. He’s safe. He smiles, and carefully gathers a blanket to throw over the pair of them, content to let Sev sleep. He sleeps mostly peacefully, and wakes up before long, squinting the sand out of his eyes. “Mmm…” He wriggles awake with a big yawn. “Is it tomorrow yet?”

“It was tomorrow before you went back to sleep, hon.” Laz kisses him between the brows, laughing slightly. “You didn’t sleep through the whole day, if that what you mean.”

“I’m never getting up. You’re comfortable. Warm. I like… your skin on mine. Like… it’s touching. Not inside… just… mutual. Equal. Soft.” He mutters.

“If you’d like, we can have more skin touching. I won’t do anything you don’t ask for, not like this.” And he really won’t. Not when Sev’s sick. Not when he needs reassurance and comfort and help.

Sev nods. “I want that but… I want your hands to wander. And… and I’ll tell you if it feels bad. When it’s… sex it’s different. But being touched like this? Caressed…? I feel filthy. But I don’t want to feel like that… At least, I think… I don’t… want to?” He says, unsure of himself.

Laz gives a nod in understanding. “It’s alright if you don’t. And it’s alright if it starts out okay and then you change your mind.” He tugs gently at Sev’s shirt. “Want to take these off?”

Sev thinks for a bit, then nods, and peels off his shirt. He folds it neatly by the pillow, always in arms reach. He sits on top of Lazary, shirtless, and it’s a new kind of beauty. It’s the type that has scraped knees and busted chins, gap teeth and bright eyes ready to take on the world. His hair gets messy from pulling off the shirt. He looks like heaven.

Lazary can’t believe he gets the privilege of seeing this, of seeing Sev at all, let alone touching him. It feels almost sacrilegious to ask, “do you want mine off too?”

“You can, if you want to.” He says, almost like they’re both fumbling virgins. It’s strange to think of that potential life, how different things would have been. But it’s this life, and it’s strange, feeling so boyish yet so scared of his own body.

Laz does, worn black cotton coming off and landing somewhere on the floor, likely near Sev’s. Lazary isn’t anywhere near as beautiful. A toned thing, hidden muscle built from stage sets and the dead, scattered with small scars and moles. He’s closer to a bent scalpel, crooked yet sharp, than anything worthy of keeping.

And yet, Sev looks over Laz’s body, and touches him slow, dragging his hand down his front, over his chest and stomach. “Pretty…” He says quietly. “You’re so pretty…” He can’t help his own hands from wandering, his fingers trembling. “God…”

“Yeah? You’re gorgeous yourself. baby.” Lazary’s hands trace over his skin, his sides, his back, down over his arms. It feels like touching divinity.

“I’m your baby…” He says so soft, so breakable. The gentle touches feel almost electric. He can feel Laz’s pulse in his fingertips, the heat of their skin meeting. And Sev tears up, though he blinks quickly to try and hide it.

“That’s right, you’re my baby. My precious baby. M’ always going to take care of you, always be here for you.”

Sev nods and moves to press his chest against Laz’s, heart to heart. “Laz…?” His voice is meek.

He circles warm arms around Sev’s back, hands pressed firm but gentle to him. “Yes Sev?”

He swallows, parsing the words on his tongue. “Would you… make love… to me?” He wonders if Laz can feel how hard his heart is beating, how suddenly sweaty he’s become.

The smile that breaks across Lazary’s face is soft, surprised but genuine. “Of course, baby. Can you grab the lube from the side table?” He’s going to get Sev all nice and loose and comfortable.

Sev nods and grabs it, handing it to Laz. It’s completely different from anything they’ve done. There’s been penetration, but it’s always come with bared teeth. This wouldn’t come with breaking. It would come with renewal, like sauntering stained glass together to create a mosaic of beauty.

“It’s going to feel a little weird, but you tell me if anything hurts, yeah?” He says, getting a finger slicked up and reaching behind Sev, tracing over his hole with soft touches.

It should be no different than their usual play, but it’s so gentle. Intimate. Sev can close his eyes, feel everything his body feels. Laz’s fingers are warm. So warm. The finger slips inside, just to the first knuckle, Laz watching him carefully, looking for stress, for discomfort. He takes a deep breath, fingers curling into Laz’s shoulders as he tries to relax. He’s not as tight as he was, but he’s still tense.

“It’s alright, you’re okay, I promise. Deep breath in, deep breath out.” The fingertip wiggles just a little, as if waving hello.

He can’t help but giggle at the motion. “Yeah… yeah, I’m… I’m good.” He says, relaxing his jaw.

Slowly the finger sinks a little deeper, gentle, but firm. “It shouldn’t hurt. Not really. Maybe a little bit of an ache, the way a muscle feels when you stretch, but not more than that.”

He gasps softly, grinding just a little on Laz. “Mmm—“ His head goes back, hole squeezing Laz’s finger.

“There we go… It’ll feel even better once I get deep enough to reach your prostate, love.” He wants Sev to enjoy this, to truly experience something good.

He nods, trying to breathe slow. He’s actually here, present, being so gently handled, not like their other forays. “M-More please…” His hips twitch, desperate to grind down.

Laz gives him what he wants, sinking down to the last knuckle, gently worming his finger around inside, getting Sev’s hole used to something being in it, before pulling back and slipping the tip of a second finger in alongside the first. “How’s that feeling?”

Sev’s moan is breathy, shaking, he nods with a blissful smile pulling at his lips. “Ha… h- so good… tickles… teasing.” He says, already so eager. He tries to keep himself in check, to not escalate too far and lose the tenderness.

“You want em both a little deeper?” The fingers currently are shallow, slowly turning, opening, working Sev’s rim to get it relaxed and loose.

He nods, relaxing. “Why is this so… weird. We do so much… other stuff.” He’s bright red, blushing like a schoolgirl just about.

Lazary’s fingers slide deeper, petting along Sev’s walls. “You asked. You’re in control Sev, it’s all you.”

He squirms with a sweet moan, rutting against Laz needily. “Mmm… fuck~”

“You like it? Being opened up?” His fingers spread, stretching the warm muscles.

He nods, and a sweet moan falls from his lips. “Want you… want more…” His heart is pounding, such a needy thing.

“One more finger, then you can have me, okay?” Especially now, Lazary doesn’t want him to tear.

Sev looks excited within his bliss. “Y-Yes please.” He says so prettily, eyes bright and wanting.

The third finger gets lubed and slides in easy, all of them stretching, aiming to brush against his prostate, a lovely hint of what’s coming.

Sev’s fingers curl tighter into the meat of Laz’s shoulders. “Fuck…” He whines, cock aching in its cage. Instinctively he brings his hand down to stroke himself, but he meets metal and lets go.

“Go ahead Sev, stroke your cage, it’s okay.” Satisfied he’s open enough, Laz pulls out his fingers, slicking up his prick.

Sev’s hole clenches around nothing, and his hands find any inch of skin he can as he massages and strokes his balls and cock. “Mmm- mmmm…” He squirms.

He lines up, cockhead pressing against Sevastyan’s hole. “Ready baby?”

He eagerly nods, trying to relax as best he can. “Yes please, I’m ready. I want it.”

Laz smiles, hands falling to rest around Sev’s hips, and oh so gently presses him down onto his prick. A slow, firm press of skin into skin, wet and warm and such a beautiful stretch. Sev mewls with pleasure as Laz enters nice and slow, sinking deep. Sev clenches around his cock, his breath hitching as Laz moves inside him.

Once he’s fully seated inside, Laz stops, smiling up at Sev. “You need a minute?” He’s gorgeous. He always is, but like this it’s intensified, pupils blown and everything so lax, displaying all his pleasure.

“Y-Yeah… s-sorry, I’m not used to… to skin…?” He chuckles. He means Laz being inside him rather than toys or implements of destruction. “I’m okay. I’m okay…”

“Take as much time as you need, this is all for you.” Thumbs move, rubbing soothing circles into each hip, letting Sev get used to it. He can feel himself twitching inside but keeps from bucking up into him like he wants to.

He relaxes as much as his can, and swallows hard. “Okay. Okay, I’m ready, I can take it.” He says as if bracing for a punch. But it’s supposed to feel good. It’s not a punch, not the violent thrusting of the past, but a slow, delicious drag. Sev’s whole body being moved, until Laz can start moving his hips to set a simple rhythm.

“Hhh— yes… yes…” He whines, fingers digging hard into Laz’s flesh. “S-Sorry…” He rolls his hips into Laz.

“Sorry for what? You’re alright.” They move in tandem, each motion dragging against Sev’s prostate, filling him perfectly. Sev moans and squirms beautifully, raising his ass upward to sink quickly back down with a hiss, he definitely moved too soon.

The hands around Sev’s waist hold him still. “Baby, slow down. There’s no rush.” Laz thinks for a moment, before adding more lube to his cock.

“S-Sorry… it feels… really good.” He shivers, stuck in a half raised position, Laz’s cock half in him.

“If I let go will you be careful?”

He looks to the side, thin lipped. He absolutely won’t be, but he knows he should be. “…. Yes…”

“Because I want this to feel good for you. I don’t want you to get too eager and hurt yourself.” Laz knows him too well, and as much as he wants to push Sev back, to press him comfortably into the mattress and fuck into him, setting the pace that way, he’s also pretty sure Sev needs to stay on top, or he’ll panic.

“Fine…” He says, but it isn’t bratty, he’s taking the time to consider himself, and work nice and slow. He’s learning his own limits in time. “I can’t tell if it’s my ass or your cock that’s like… pulsing… feels good.”

That makes a sharp laugh bark out of Laz, smiling. “Probably both, hon. Our skin is excited to be touching.”

Sev laughs and it turns into giggles. “You fit in me like… it’s a hug. I would keep you inside me all the time, if I could. Like a puzzle piece.”

“Could strap us together, walk around with me in you.” He leans up and kisses those laughing lips. “Of course, then everyone would see… Maybe better if I make a toy replica for you, mh?”

Sev blushes. “Yeah, but I like the real thing.” Sev kisses Laz of his own will, smooching his lips, the corners of his mouth, his cheeks.

Lazary almost cries, then and there, overcome with emotion. He smiles, eyes sparkling up at Sev. “I like giving you the real thing too.”

“Your eyes are wet, are you okay? Do we need to stop?” He asks frantic, heart jumping even though he melts with that look in Laz’s eyes.

“No! No, we don’t need to stop, I’m okay! It’s okay.” His eyes are pure devotion, obsessive, adoring, eternal. Laz leans up and kisses him again, soft, tasting Sev like the miracle he is. “S’the first time you’ve kissed me instead of the other way around. Just got emotional, is all. I’m okay.”

Sev goes bright pink. “Sorry! I mean. I’m not sorry— I just… got caught up in all of it.” He looks embarrassed, unable to look at Laz though his grin is all teeth and biting lips to keep it together.

“Don’t apologize Sev, I liked it. You’re allowed to kiss me, you know.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “‘M not good at kissing. And you’re not supposed to… kiss. And like people who… yknow… at one point or another fucked you raw without consent…” He doesn’t look to regret it.

“Says who? You can kiss me if you want baby, it’s alright.” Laz nuzzles against Sev’s stomach. “And I think you’re a lovely kisser.”

He’s all pink, it does wonders to highlight the few moles and freckles on his face. “Yeah… sure…” He says, unconvinced.

God Lazary never wants to look away. “No, you are! Your lips are all plump and you taste divine and the way you don’t ever seem to know what to do with yourself makes me want to kiss you harder and—“

Sev stares, lips parted. He looks in disbelief. “And….?” He tries to at least have some composure. He fails.

“And the touch of your lips to mine feels better than breathing ever could.”

“You sound like you’re in love with me, or something.” He smiles and gently kisses Laz again.

Lazary beams, still a bit awestruck. “I am, Sev. I always will be.”

“Should have been a poet, not a doctor.” He kisses Laz again, and another time. It’s mostly teeth, as he grins.

“Still not a doctor love. ‘M a glorified security guard. And not even that, now that the plague is over and emergency powers have been disbanded.” He still follows that kiss, seeking another, and another.

“Shhh… let me pretend.” He laughs, and bursts into a giggling fit with each kiss and admiring look.

Lazary laughs too, feeling like he’s flying. “I can be your doctor anytime you want, honey.”

“Careful… I don’t want us to get too kinky… but this doctor can examine me whenever he wants.” Sev beams.

That beaming grin is met with another kiss, and Laz starts slowly moving his hips again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He leans into Laz and mewls as he’s rocked nice and slow. “Mmm…”

“S’that good?” He keeps hold of Sev’s hips, stopping him from speeding up and hurting himself, even if it would be beautiful to watch Sev bounce on it with abandon.

“You’re so… so deep… s-so good…” He murmurs, though he tries to bounce slightly, though held down.

“Want me to go a little faster, baby?” Another kiss, and one hand slides down to play softly with Sev’s cage.

“Y-Yes, sir—“ He gasps softly, rolling his hips needy, every move coming with a wet schlck as Sev clenches around Laz.

Lazary speeds up, hand circling round Sev’s cage, stroking it as if it were a free prick. “That’s a new one princess.”

“S-Sorry… just trying to do what feels right in the moment…” He says nervously. “I’ve… never done this before.” Each time he’s moved down, taking every inch of Laz’s cock in him, he grinds desperately on Laz’s stomach, whining when he barely gets any friction.

“No need to apologize, it’s okay!” For all that Lazary has used abused and ruined Sev’s hole, somehow this feels more like taking the man’s virginity than anything else. “You’re doing just beautifully baby.”

“Thank you… thank you…” He whispers, trying to focus on grinding against Laz, panting sweetly. He leans in, face wrought with nerves. “Can… can we pretend this is the first time? That this is my first time…? That it’s your hands, your… everything that took me first?”

The look in Laz’s eye gets hungrier. “Of course we can. I’m-“ a whine breaks through, interrupting. “— I’m showing you how... how nice it feels… Teaching you... Taking your virtue- no, being given it.”

“Are you alright?” Sev asks, worried, his hand carefully touching Laz’s cheek. “If it’s too much, we can stop, it’s okay. It’s for both of us, this.”

“I feel… amazing. You’re perfect Sev. Perfect and beautiful and I can’t believe I’m your first.”

He nods eagerly. “You can have it… I want you to have it. I want you to be the first to touch me… I want your hands in me…” He begins to shake and he brings Laz’s hands to his chest, applying a firm pressure. “I want you to take my virginity, Lazary.”

Thumbs brush over pert nipples, Laz moaning softly as his hips roll up into Sev. “Anything for you, anything you want. I will, I am. S’all for you.”

“I think I hit a chord, didn’t I?” He’s teasing, but he leans into the pressure of Laz’s hands to drown out the crawling beneath his skin. He closes his eyes and pushes all the way down, Laz sinking completely inside.

He nods, excited, horribly aroused, eyes falling half lidded, fighting to be able to keep looking at Sev. “No one’s ever been where I am right now… ‘M not going to last long baby.”

“It’s okay… I want it… I want you…” He whispers, starting to bounce on Laz faster, his tight hole squeezing nice and tight on Laz’s prick.

Hands fondle nonexistent breasts, playing with Sev’s nipple properly. Pressing and pinching and rolling. Hips speeding, fucking up into Sev’s beautifully wet hole.

"Oh fuck!" He mewls, crashing down whenever Laz bucks upwards. "Yes- Yes please, yes!" He begs, finally letting himself make noise. And a lot of it.

If he were a kinder man, Lazary might have, hands fumbling, unlocked Sevastyan for this, but he is not a kind man. He’s not sure he ever was. Instead, all he does is let his head fall back, moans of his own loosing from his throat, hips bucking wildly, chasing their own pleasure more than anything else. Laz almost feels like a virgin himself, for a moment, uncoordinated and quick to blow. Managing to barely hold on to his orgasm, pressing back on Sev’s chest to angle him better, each slam of flesh together drilling into his baby’s prostate.

He desperately grinds against Laz’s stomach each time he’s brought flush down. He bounces on Laz’s cock like a pretty little bunny. “Please- please fill me, please, please cum in me, need you inside… cum in my virgin ass…”

Embarrassingly, Lazary does, almost exactly on command, pulling Sev tight against him and grinding up as he cums, shooting deep inside, wailing. Sev is finally able to come undone and somehow cum seeps around his sound. His back arches, eyes roll back, he’s beautiful. The new, added tightness around his prick makes Lazary cry louder, hips twitching up into him, even as his orgasm rolls into aftershocks alone.

He collapses onto Laz fully, panting, covered in sweat. “Holy shit… fuck…”

“Mhgmfnfgb..” Laz burbles, arms wrapping around Sev, holding him tight, refusing to pull his now soft cock out yet.

He snorts out a laugh. “Are… you okay? Did I break you…?” He smiling, very blissed out.

He flicks Sev’s back, playful. “M’fine…. Did you like it?”

Sev nods, heart slamming in his chest. “I… I think that’s the first time you’ve actually cum in me…” His cheeks are all rosy, blushing like a virgin, and, really, he is. Was, now.

“You… yeah. I think you might be right.” He’s not. Their first time together, Lazary had cum in him and more, made him drink the vile concoction too, but Sev seems so content, and he won’t ruin that right now.

“Did… Did you like that? You got all… I dunno, heated? Hornier?” He laughs. “When you uh… popped the proverbial cherry.” He’s practically a cat, splayed out all over Laz.

He smiles, running fingers through Sev’s hair. Petting him. “Yeah. I like being the one to have you first. Being the first, the only one to be there. To feel there, to make you feel like that. It’s perfect.”

“I’m guessing you’ll be the only one.” He sighs sweetly. “Feels as tight as the day you brought me home— here.” He corrects, drawing circles on Laz’s chest with his finger.

“This is home, Sev. It’s alright for you to call it as such.” But he doesn’t push for or demand it. Instead, he lets one hand slide back, coming to rest on Sev’s lower back, just above that cute little bubble butt. “Yes, I’ll be the only one, but if you don’t want to stay tight, we can change that.”

Sev laughs. “Y’know I can barely handle the toys we play with. I just sort of… suck it up? Wait— no that sounds wrong.” He hides his face. He’s definitely dropped into a very relaxed state of mind, he’s never held a smile, even such a small one, for so long.

Lazary can’t help it, he giggles. “Yes, well, your greedy hole aside, there are ways to get you nice and open more permanently, if you wish.”

Sev purses his lips. “Will you tell me about them? I like hearing you talk about this stuff. Is that weird?” He barely finishes a sentence before asking more questions.

“Of course I will baby.” The hand on his back starts rubbing in gentle circles. “To start with, there are training regiments to make it looser, get the rim all puffy and open. You could stay plugged 24/7, a tunnel, even, so as not to impede eh… natural usage, so to speak. Or there are more…. permanent options.”

He nods along. “What are those like? ‘Cause we’ve used tunnels before— and speculums.” He looks giddy. What a little medical kinky freak. He can’t help it.

“The permanent options? Well, we could completely numb it. Irreversibly numb your rim muscle, turn it into what amounts to a limp rubber band. We could implant a solid ring, keeping it open, under the skin. Disallowing the muscle to close. We could sever the muscle entirely, but then you’d not be able to clench very much either…”

He blushes, stilling for a moment, then bursts out laughing. “Oh God, I think it should just stay temporary…” He shakes his head. “I’m into a lot but I don’t think… mmm…” He nuzzles up under Laz’s chin.

Laz smiles, holding him close. “I agree. As cute as it would be to see your hole entirely limp for me, I don’t think either of us want to deal with you being unable to control your bowls. You might be my baby, but something tells me you don’t want to need diapers.”

Sev gags. “Nope. Don’t want to be treated like an actual babe. I may like… feel really small right now, but I can’t fucking stand kids, don’t wanna be treated like one, especially with your dick in me.” Sev states firmly even with that far off look in his eyes.

“S’what I figured. You can be small, be my princess, my baby, without the rest of it. I’m happy like this.”

“Is it weird I feel so… floaty?” Sev asks. The little giggles he lets out are adorable, but he doesn’t look like he has half the wits to realises he’s laughing at all.

He presses a kiss to Sev, nuzzling against the crown of his head. “Not at all sweetness. You’re just experiencing some nice comfy sub time it’s perfectly natural. You’re alright.”

Sev nods. “I’m alright. You’re alright.” Sev takes Laz’s hands and moves them up his back, at the base of his shoulder blades. “I like the feel of your hands. They’re… they’re different. A good different. Better.” He struggles with naming the feeling, but his cast aside glance says enough that he’s just glad they’re not Andrey’s.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He smiles, gently massaging the skin where his hands have been placed. “You can have them on you any time you like.”

Sev giggles. “And in me.” He nestles into Laz’s arms a little more and pushes down a bit, where Laz is still buried deep inside.

"Mhmm... You'd be happy to stay on me all the time, wouldn't you."

“I didn’t say thaaat.” He blows a puff of air into Laz’s face. “But I could go another round.” He’s still quite playful, all blissed and pretty, not quite here or there with his wits.

"Why don't we play with a toy, keep you nice and comfy right here lying on me, even?"

“You don’t wanna play…?” He coos, returning his hand to trace circles on Laz’s chest, looking up at him with beautiful eyes, even though Sev knows the toy would be a better option.

It breaks his heart, having to say no. "Oh darling I would love to, but my prick isn't ready to go again yet. You can stay on it I just can't use it for much quite this soon."

Sev nods. “Okay,” And he respects it, even if he looks a bit pouty. It’s more than he had ever been given. “We can use a toy… I don’t think I want… more sex. I think I just want you. That’s weird. You’re weird.”

He laughs again, chest shaking with it, and, fumblingly, reaches over to grasp at a vibrator wand in a side table. "If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?" It flicks on with a whirr.

Sev looks at it with wide and eager eyes, and gets comfortable on Lazary, holding onto his shoulders all gentle. Laz very gently presses the want to Sev's ballsack, moving it slowly, letting him acclimate to the sensation.

“H-Hah—!” He gasps, fingers curling into Laz’s shoulders. His back arches, his toes curl, he’s not too used to the direct stimulation.

“How you doing, princess?” Lazary’s free hand rubs in circles on Sev’s back, coaxing him through. “Breathe for me babe, match mine.”

Sev takes a deep breath, pressing himself to Laz’s chest, trying to slow down and breathe with him. “S-So much…” He squirms. Oh, it’s been a while.

“Oh love, I know. It’s alright. We’ll get you accustomed before doing anything else with this.” He could turn the toy down, but it is still Lazary, after all.

Sev ruts against Laz, grinding his caged cock on Laz’s stomach. “C-Can I… Can I have it off… wanna cum so pretty for you when I do, pretty please…” He squirms so beautifully, the vibrations feel so nice, trembling through his cock.

The wand moves in lazy circles around Sev’s sack, Laz smiling all the while. “I don’t know, do you deserve to have your clit unlocked?”

Sev bites his lip hard, trying to keep his breath steady as Laz torments him. He’s been ruined before, but this is bliss, beautiful, needy bliss. “I-I don’t… I just… f-fuck…” His nails press into Laz’s skin, any harder and it’ll be a bloody mess, he’s just so perfect squirming like this.

“Seems like the answer is ‘no,’ then.” He almost wants to see if Sev can cum from this alone, but that seems too cruel for this. The wand moves, halfway onto the flat metal disk of his cage, making the whole thing vibrate.

Sev whines at the lack of the contact on his skin, but the metal vibrates sending a new sensation through him. “N-No please. Please I’ll be good please let me cum pretty for you just once— Laz, baby please…” He begs with a sobbing moan.

Lazary wants to say no. Almost does. Almost argues that he saw Sev cum pretty for him multiple times in a row the first time they were intimate. But, if his princess wants to play at losing this virginity to, then so be it. “It’ll feel weird when I unlock you.”

Sev nods eagerly, his abs tightening as he tries to focus on not cumming. “Thank you. Thank you, Laz,” He keeps his breathing nice and even, looking at himself pressed against Laz. It’s a sight he’ll never get over, how they fit together so well.

It feels momentous, to be unlocking this cage. The one that was supposed to be final. At least until everything gets removed. Sev’s prick springs out, definitely shorter than it was when it got caged. Shorter by far than when Laz first brought him home. “You’re so adorable.”

Sev grits his teeth hard, adjusting to the sensation… and then sighs, as if he’d been holding his breath the whole time. Everything is amped up to eleven, he feels every nerve reignited. He is definitely not as long, but he continues to rut against Laz’s stomach and gets nice and hard. “Holy fuck… fuck….” He stares, as if admiring his cock, he reaches down to slowly stroke it, sucking on his lip when it’s all too tender.

“You’re so cute. Like it’s being touched for the first time ever.” And really, he might as well be, especially when Laz moves the wand, playing with Sev’s prick the way one would a clit.

Sev practically squeals before covering his mouth. His cock jumps, very hard now. His cheeks are all flushed. “God what happened?” He says in disbelief. “Before… before all this I used to go night after night on myself— fuck! Fuck… what did you do to me Laz…” He’s throbbing, hips grinding down hard for more and more pressure.

“Turned you into a blushing maiden, apparently.” But there’s no heat to it. “That’s what happens after so long with no stimulation hon, you get hyper-sensitive.”

He can’t stop squirming, it feels like his heart will explode. It’s so sensitive, his eyes roll back as he lets the pleasure wash over him. His cock is hot and rock hard, probably harder than Laz had ever seen it. Lazary’s other hand finds its way to Sev’s sack, gently massaging them as the wand vibrates in unexpected patterns against his prick. “So pretty like this….” He clicks the button, turning it up.

Sev is crying, moaning, it feels so good, a complete bliss that he clings to. “Gonna cum, gonna cum—“ He says like asking permission though there’s little that stops him from doing so as he’s already grinding a wet slick of pre against Laz. It’s a lot, a sticky, wet mess.

“Go ahead honey, it’s alright.” The wand clicks up another notch, getting faster still.

“N-No no, no— fuck too much!” He sobs and cums harder than he’d ever in his life, seeing white before he collapses onto Laz, his cock twitching and cumming between their pressed bodies. He’s trembling, riding out an ecstasy he’d never felt before.

Any other day, Lazary would have kept the wand pressed hard against him, wrung orgasm after orgasm out of his princess. But today, he turns it off, sets it aside, and begins rubbing Sev’s back, nice and soothing. “You did such a good job Sev, did you enjoy it?”

It takes Sev a bit to get back to his wits, even longer to remember what words are. He absently nods, his heart slamming into his chest so hard he’s pretty sure Laz can feel it. He just nods and doesn’t try to speak.

“I’m so proud of you, trying something new. Just rest, love. I’m right here.”

“I’m definitely feeling it…” He’s all giddy, laying on Laz, heart pounding, breath quick. “You’re so good to me…”

Laz beams, holding him gentle, massaging his back. “You deserve it Sev. You really do.”

“You deserve it too— sometimes I think better. Okay, a lot, I think better. In these… stupid domestic moments and shit. Whenever I’m not cursing you to Hell.” He allows his eyes to shut as he takes a long calming breath.

“There is no better for me than you. There never will be.” Laz is touched, fighting to keep from tearing up.

Sev bumps Laz’s chin with the top of his head. “Is there a normal, after all this, you think?”

“We’ll make one. Find what normal means for us.”

“I only know what’s normal from watching shit. I’m not wearing a dress and cooking you food.” Sev snorts into a chuckle.

The image makes Laz laugh as well. “I don’t think either of us should be eating your cooking, no.” The dress on the other hand…. Lazary rather likes that idea.

“I’m a fine cook! If you don’t mind eating in the ashes of a house.” He beams, toothy and crooked. “Stop. That look on your face. I’m not wearing girl clothes.”

“But you would be so cuteeee” He wheedles, going back to rubbing Sev’s back.

“Nope. No, I’ve let you do terrible, ungodly things to me. But you are not putting me in a dress. End of it.” Sev turns his head to the other side so he’s looking away from Laz.

“You liked the panties! Is this really any ‘worse’?” He smiles, even at the pouting.

“Yes! It’s one thing to have like. Gay shit you like, it’s another thing to play the part of a fag. I’m not a girl.” Sev puts his hand on Laz’s face as if that would shut him up.

Lazary just kisses the hand, nuzzling it. Sev won’t have a choice, not really. Certainly not once the surgeries start. But it’s so cute that he thinks he does. Laz doesn’t want to give away the game.

Late Bloomer

A transcript of an alternate universe roleplay. Featuring omegaverse, grooming, forced mating and more.

There is a lot of energy in the pub tonight. Patrons buzzing and flitting about, chattering. Good spirits, and it has little to do with the new, young face behind the bar. Andrey shows him off like a show pony, a wiry young man with short black hair and green eyes, who has dark circles as if they were permanently engraved on his face. But he’s charming, quick on his toes and faster with his wit, he’s serving drunks with the ease of someone who’s done this for decades. Now, not everyone is afflicted with the restraint to social norms, but those who are will walk into the bar and know Andrey by smell. He’s boisterous, loud, and somehow the man is an alpha under all that pomp. It suits him, but this is Andrey’s territory, and any other scents get lost in the haze of dance, drugs and drinks. So this new guy, he’s quite the wild card, and a cute one at that.

Every scent gets lost under the club haze, drowning beneath the twyrine and the drugs. Even the everpresent stench of sex isn’t revealing designations as it usually does. All the better for Lazary to slip in, freshly unmasked from his work at the theater. Sweaty, sore, and in need of some stress relief.

And there certainly is an abundance of sex, couples in the corners, fondling, kissing, hiding away from the light but being so known despite. It feels more like a Capital bar or Molly House the way people are acting. But it’s normal, natural. Andrey encourages it, when he’s not too busy making himself a third in a couple’s groping session. The bartender catches Lazary walk in. “What’ll it be, sir?” He asks. His smile is easy, he has dimples and a bit of a gap tooth, freckles too, if you squint. A woman is displeased the man has stopped paying attention to her, and she’s consoled by a man double her age who kisses her softly on the cheek, though to no positive response.

Laz smiles himself, a sharp, dangerous, attractive thing. Alluring the way a beautiful blade is. Teeth just the slightest bit sharper. He’s something meant to bite. “Well I’m not sure, what would you suggest?” He leans forward on the bar, trying to get a whiff.

There’s nothing. He’s definitely past his teen years, wouldn’t be working here if not— or, shouldn’t be, Andrey never cared for labour laws. But where there should be something, there’s no scent at all, even breaking through the din. “Hmm… you seem like you have good taste…” Sev muses, pursing his lips. He turns his back on Laz for a moment and gets to work. When he’s done, he presents a deep red drink. Sweet like wine, but with a full and rich body.

“Pretty. It must have inherited that from its maker.” He leans closer still, disappointed in the lack of scent, and instead smells the drink, smile widening. “What do I owe you, pretty?”

Sev hums a soft note. “Flattery gets you… well, everywhere but here. My boss would kill me if I didn’t accept payment, even from a gentleman. It’s five for this. You’re lucky it’s not twyrine… you’d be out an arm and a leg these days.”

More than he’d intended to spend, but for this? He’s willing to pay. Lazary pulls coins from his pocket, and cups one of the bartender’s hands, counting each of the five out, slow and deliberately into his palm.

Sevastyan’s cheeks tinge pink and he watches the deliberate movements. “I’ve never seen you in here before… you seem like the type Boss would know…” Sev puts the money away. He continues his work, but he’s not fixated on ponying around for the other customers. It’s clear this one is a flirt. A bit older but, Sev is pretty sure he’s one of the youngest adults in Gorkhon, so how bad could ‘older’ be?

“I’m usually far too busy during peak partying hours. I don’t imagine we would have met before… I’d have remembered you.”

“I try not to be memorable, Andrey is the star here. But you’re right, we’ve not met.” Sevastyan extends his hand, he’s matching Lazary’s gaze, but there’s a sweetness to it, a youth, a spark. “Sevastyan Novikova, at your service, sir.”

“Oh you are a sweet one.” Lazary takes his hand, shakes it, before pressing a light brush of lips to the knuckles. “Lazary Voronov. It’s a pleasure.”

“Well, someone has to balance the energy. We can’t all be depraved and lusting after drink and despair.” Sev slips his hand away and tends to another guest briefly. “But, that’s not why you’re here, nobody comes here to be sober and intrigued, they come to be ravenous animals.” He gestures to the room. As if Sevastyan wasn’t the highlight of it all.

He takes a sip of his drink and whistles in approval, before his eyes land on Sev again. Hungry, predatory. “Is that why you’re here, pretty?”

Sev laughs, bright, a contrast to all around him. “I’m here…” He leans in towards Lazary with a smile, and presses a finger to his chest. “To get paid.” And he’s flagged down to zip off to another customer.

“Ravenous animals indeed…” Laz mutters to himself, taking another sip. It really is a good drink. He thinks it would go perfectly licked off Sevastyan’s bare skin.

And despite the scents in the room, frankly overwhelming even to an experienced type, Sevastyan seems completely unfazed, easily working and managing the crowds flush with the night. He might just be completely devoid of a place in the hierarchy. But five minutes pass and suddenly, the bartender is nowhere to be found. A new one takes his place, or, rather, an old one. Now that is a normal human.

He frowns, genuinely upset now. Flagging the new bartender down, he asks “where’d he go?”

The bartender looks a bit dumbfounded before getting his wits together. “Oh, outside, probably. Kid was shaking like a leaf.” The bartender shrugs and goes back to the guests who are much less interested in him.

Laz is gone before the man finishes turning away, his own drink left half finished at the counter. Headed upstairs and out, on the hunt. The night air is cold and quiet, it’s a nice relief from the suffocation downstairs. The smell of booze is fresh by the door, but there’s something new in the air. Faint. But present nonetheless, a trail to follow behind the Broken Heart.

“Pretty? Sevastyan?” He rounds the building, worry and a touch of fear lacing both scent and voice.

It hits like a brick wall. Like lavender and strawberry wine, like a hunt through the fir woods. Crisp, coaxing, delectable. Sevastyan is panting softly, a whining groan falls from his lips as he holds his head, sat against the wall.

Laz’s face contorts into a whole new sort of grin, before he fixes it into something comforting. “Oh dear. Are you alright? That seems like a lot.”

Sev looks up, like a sweet little deer. “Oh, Mister Voronov— I’m so sorry, I,” He stands, though it doesn’t look like it does anything good for him. “Apologies, I was… overwhelmed in there. I, uh. The smell was quite heavy, can’t believe I never noticed how stuffy it is in there…”

“No, no apologies necessary.” He steps closer, hands hovering just outside of holding him upright. Sev doesn’t seem to have any clue what’s happening to him. Even so….. “Do you have somewhere you usually go for these?”

Sevastyan himself is almost dizzying, a cacophony of want, need , take, claim. “I… It’s never happened before.” He admits. He has no idea what’s going on. But he’s aware that Laz smells quite nice, even from a small distance. There’s only one case in which anyone has such an allure to them, Sevastyan is presenting, and he’s made it known to Laz, and probably every alpha in the bar, he’s an omega ripe for the taking. But he looks so unsure. So scared.

Lazary’s face morphs into an approximation of comfort, of protection. “Oh…. Oh dear. You need to be somewhere safe and warm and comfortable. Do you know what’s happening right now Sev? It’s perfectly natural.”

“I… I… No. I’m just… dizzy, is all. Everything. Smells. Not… bad, but… too much. Like I’ve walked into that perfume spot down the way.” Sev looks at the back door of the bar. “I… I should go back…”

“No!” It’s half desperate. “I- no. Sevastyan it’s not safe for you to go back in there at the moment. You’d get hurt.” Slowly, ever so slowly, Laz extends a hand, letting Sev decide if he’ll accept its touch on his shoulder. “You’re presenting, hon.”

Even the idea of a touch sends a shock down Sev’s spine, his body tenses, God, he smells divine, and that neck, so perfect for a mark, to be bitten and claimed. “I don’t know what that means…?” He looks up, so confused, he has to get back to work.

“Oh dove…. You’re an omega. You just didn’t know it till now.” and he’ll certainly not be returning to work that’s for sure. Once Laz gets him somewhere safe and warm, preferably Lazary’s own home, he’ll send a messenger to Andrey explaining that his barkeep is indisposed.

If Sev could have replicated the look of a kicked puppy, this was it. “Oh… Oh, shit. Shit—“ He covered his neck. “I didn’t… I thought I wasn’t… I mean. But I’m… twenty-three, don’t… your kind, y’know, show that… early?” He gestures as if Lazary is the whole hierarchy, he looks embarrassed— mortified, even.

That seals it, Laz puts his hand on the man, a warm, comforting weight over the spot a mating bite would sit. “Usually it’s middle puberty, yes. You seem to be a late bloomer.”

“Well. Well fuck! How do I make it stop? And why the fuck am I the worst one?” He panics, looking up at Lazary. They both know of omegas. They both know what happens to omegas, that nobody wants to talk about.

“The worst one? Dear there’s nothing wrong with presenting later in life, it’s alright.” Lazary had presented early, younger than his peers, but nature was a fickle thing. His face softens. “You can’t make it stop, you’ll just have to let it run its course. We ought to get you into a nest, somewhere safe.”

"A nest? No- no that's for... that's for like. Heats and shit, right? And girls have heats, right the guy omegas just, can't have kids, right?" Clearly, he wasn't learned on the subject, he had no one to teach him, to guide him, the poor thing. "Had to be a fucking omega, just my fucking luck..."

Oh, he’s utter perfection! Lazary needs to get him home and comfortable and pliable. “Nests are nothing of the sort, dear boy. A place of comfort in heats, yes, but they’re often simply a staple of an omega’s home. Somewhere warm and comfortable to spend time, to sleep, to feel safe.”

"Okay. Okay, I'll... I'll let Boss Andrey know and... I'll... I'll go home." He tugged at his sleeves, vulnerable, scared, he felt so exposed but fully clothed, shame holding his head so he could only look at the ground.

“No…. No, we’ll send a message by courier once you’re safe.” In the bar, is not safe. It goes unspoken, but heard. “And… is anyone at home? You really shouldn’t be going through this alone. It’ll hurt, and you’ll instinctively seek out another person, even just for connection.”

"I... No, just me. What do you mean, it'll hurt? I've been stabbed before-- I... Okay, this is probably, stupid, and I'm talking to a stranger, and, you're fucking scrambling my brain here, I'm fucking scared. Come on, you're clearly of... some persuasion, you know what happens to those people. He says about the omegas, it's unspoken, it's why the bar isn't safe.

The hand on Sev’s shoulder tightens, a comforting press. “I would rather you not panic in an alley, dear. Might…” He wets his lips, the picture of nerves. Of a polite displeasure of intruding. “Might I be allowed to accompany you home? Or invite you to mine? I don’t want you to suffer unduly.”

"I... Yeah. Sure. My place is just around the way." Sev gestures vaguely north and leads the way, breaking from Laz's hand. He trudges forward, looking about at regular people, so scared to be intercepted or noticed. They arrive at a small flat. It's quite intact, unlike other universes that don't exist, and looks quite nice, with a flower box in the window, though the autumnal plants leave much to be desired in terms of foliage.

“This is lovely, Sev.” Soft, undemanding praise can only help.

"It's not much, but, eh. Y'know. Andrey pays me well enough and, tips are always good. Fuck, I wonder if... this is why they paid me..." He frowns. He pulls a circle of keys out of his pocket and opens the door. "You can come in, I have tea and coffee... fresh water, too, we live next to a well."

It’s a marvel, being invited so willingly and readily into an omega’s home, even an omega who doesn’t quite get this goes against propriety. “Dear, you hadn’t presented yet there’s no way anyone knew. You got tipped well because you’re young and pretty and you let them flirt.”

Sev blushes, and he's not entirely sure why. Lazary is charming, but far off from what he'd consider his type. He thought he'd get with a nice, young, pretty girl, if anyone at all. He wonders if his 'presenting' is making him feel a certain way towards men. He thinks of Andrey, and the blush deepens, he thinks of Lazary, and gets chills. "Thank you." He says meekly. He closes the door and goes to pour himself a coffee.

Laz follows, of course he does. Not close enough behind to frighten, or loom, but follows nonetheless. “You really had no clue?”

Sev shakes his head. “No, I… Y’know I was an early bloomer, in my year. Tallest boy, I’m all reeds but that’s what you get when you move to a town with little in the way of food.” He downs a good portion of his drink, coffee, black. “Don’t know if it’s hereditary… folks died when I was younger. Dad taught me how to shave and, not much else. Don’t think I wanted to know about their sex lives. Still don’t.” Sev shuddered at the thought.

He hums, watching Sev, wanting to pull him close. “Well, it’s a good thing you have me to help you through it, mh?”

Sev looks up suddenly. “Well, I appreciate your guiding but I can manage… whatever this is on my own, right? I’m just presenting, I just… have to stay inside. Away from weirdos.”

“Quite right about the staying in, but it would be torture to go through this on your own. Not to mention you’ll no doubt be having your first heat shortly…” Laz gives him a look of utmost pity. “And so long without one… it’ll likely be more severe.”

“Heat? I don’t… can’t I just take medicine for it? Come on, I can’t do this shit…” He frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. Every inch of exposed skin is tantalising, he smells so good.

The hand finds it’s way back to Sev’s shoulder, thumb brushing over where a bite should rest. “Dear boy there is no medicine for it.”

Sev squirms under Laz’s touch. “So… what now? What do I do, just wait to fucking keel over and suffer? Great. Fantastic.” He grimaces.

“I would suggest making a nest. Getting yourself comfortable and safe.” It’s a fight to keep his own scent in check, but it wouldn’t do to scare the pretty boy off.

“Okay… I have… blankets. A bed. Pillow. I can just call it an early night…” The sun had barely begun to set, it was almost seven o clock, but Sev wanted to wake up from the impending nightmare.

“No partner? You’ll want something that smells of them as well.”

“I… No. No, the only people I’m regularly around are Andrey and Peter and… I don’t know if they. Smell.” He chuckles nervously.

Laz holds in a chuckle. “Oh, they certainly do. I don’t know I’ve ever encountered an alpha with as much presence as Andrey.”

Sev goes real pink at that. Oh, the little omega is intrigued by his boss being an Alpha. So many new feelings and an emotions. So much… interest.

“It’s a lucky thing I found you, else he might have snatched you up. Not to mate you, no, but for the fleeting carnal pleasures.”

“Mating… right. Like fuckin… penguins. Give me a pebble and I’m yours for life.” Sev looks deeply uncomfortable, like he wants to crawl out of his skin.

The thumb brushes once again over where a mating bond would rest. “It’s not all that different than marriage. Of course, a pebble could be relinquished, or removed. A bite…. eh, far more difficult to undo.”

Sev can’t help the squirm. “S-Sorry… that’s spot is… can you stop touching it? It’s… making me really dizzy.” The look thing looked like a whimpering mutt. Ears tinged pink. Dizzy was the wrong word for what Sev was feeling.

One last press, and Lazary lets go, smiling softly. “Of course, my apologies.”

With that press, Sev makes a stifled, high pitched whimper. He covers his mouth. “I-I uh. Didn’t know that I could. Make that sound. You should uh. I mean you have your own omega to tend to, that’s why you know all this stuff n… stuff.”

“I don’t have my own, no.” Lazary gives another gentle smile. “A certified bachelor, I suppose one might say.”

Sev nods, though he’s distant, still bundled with worry. “Well, I should… try and ride this out… I suppose. You said a smell might make it easier, what do you suggest, because I can just… deal with it, you know.”

“Okay. Nest first. If it gets worse, which, by your word it will, I’ll accept the help to get me through it.” Sev nods and, can’t believe that he’s letting a stranger into his bedroom. The bed is small, on a metal frame, but Sevastyan wasn’t lying when he said he had many good blankets and a single, solitary pillow. The room had a plant on the window, though it looked a bit like Sev himself, a bit withered and in need of some tender love and care.

When Sev turns his back, Lazary’s smile turns predatory, before melting back to the gentle, calming thing he’s been showing the whole time. “Oh, these are good bones! If we get you more pillows and set it up nice this will be lovely.”

Sev picks up the stack of blankets and plops them onto the bed. “So, do we set this up like a loony bin, so I don’t hurt myself? I… I don’t know what happens during ‘presenting’ and ‘heat’… I just know it’s… embarrassing stuff.”

“Oh dear boy, no. Not at all. It’s going to hurt a fair bit as everything shits. You’ll be an emotional mess, and likely won’t want to move much, but you won’t hurt yourself. We just want you nice and cozy and comfortable.”

Sev nods silently and lays one, then two blankets against the wall, trying to form a bit of an enclosed shape on the bed, leaving a blanket or two to hide under. “Not too bad.” It wasn’t any exertion, but Sev is sweating.

“That’s it dear, just let your instincts start to work it out. You’ve got it.” Lazary still can’t believe how utterly perfect the man is. Beautiful and new and oh so dependent.

Sev nods. He definitely feels something. He’s all flushed, staring at the nest, almost distant. Beads of sweat form at his temple. He looks up at Laz slowly, and nods again. “I think. I think the stuff is happening.”

Laz gives him an encouraging smile. “Do what feels right. Anything you need to. I’m right here.”

Sev sits down on the bed. He kicks off his shoes and lays flat on his back. “This feels too fast. Everything is too fast and you… you smell.” He looks at Laz pathetically, not realising what he said could sound just a bit insulting.

“Yeah? What do I smell like dear?” He slowly sits beside the man, not wanting to startle.

Sev swallows and folds his hands over his stomach, fingers curling into the soft backs of his palms. “L-Like cherry wine and… the dead of night… you smell like two bodies pressed t-together…” He has to stare at the ceiling.

Oh, he’s even more perfect. Lazary lays down beside him. “Do you like it?”

“I-I… I don’t know. It’s all I can smell. It’s all I can feel and taste…” He’s getting nervous, chest rising quick, like a little rabbit. His fingers curl into the bed. His heart races. He can’t control where the blood in his body races, where his mind goes, and suddenly Sevastyan smells irresistible .

“Hey, hey it’s alright. You’re alright.” He takes one of Sev’s hands and sets it on top of his chest. “Feel my heart, the slow breaths I’m taking. Try to match those.”

Sev’s hand trembles in Laz’s hand, but he does as told, feeling the steady heartbeat, the breaths he’s taking. Sev complies, slowing everything down, trying to focus on that feeling, and only that. He listens well.

“There we go, doing such a good job for me.” Laz is going to ruin him once he’s his.

The praise adds to the heat in Sev’s face, the poor thing looks like he’ll squirm out of his skin. But he keeps his eyes closed and his hand on Laz’s chest.

His thumb brushes over the back of Sev’s hand, still holding if to him. “You’ll be alright dear, just follow your instincts and relax.”

Sev continues breathing nice and slow, and lets himself relax as the physical sensations wash over him. A full body warmth that rises like a fever, the racing of his heart that comes even though he breathes slow. His toes curl, back arching like he’s trying to fight down a sickness, and then his mind pleads. He needs this, wants this, was made for this, he doesn’t know what this is, but it’s all amplified by Laz, he smells so good, he’s so good, good to Sev. Sev curls his legs up, squeezing his thighs together hard. But he still tries to breathe slow.

“There we go love, you’re doing so good. Let it wash over you, everything shifting where it should be.”

He whimpers and rolls on his side, pulling his legs to his stomach, shaking his head. “N-No… no, make it stop…” He’s all tense, losing the Laz’s breath. He can’t focus, he’s so dizzy, it’s all so much, too much.

Lazary rubs his back, curling closer, but not so close as to imply impropriety. “You’re nearly there dear, it’s alright. You’re coming into yourself you beautiful thing.”

Sev shakes his head, trembling. He’s so lightheaded, he wraps his arms around his head, clutching his hair. He whimpers and it’s a beautiful sound, such a perfect boy. He smells amazing, rich and playful, coaxing, taunting, there’s no mate to soothe this poor thing, especially as the heat begins to take hold.

“Oh darling, I know. I know. Just permit me hold you. It’ll wane eventually.”

Sev nods and moves himself slightly toward Lazary, whimpering and whining like a dog. He’s completely flush, sweating, squeezing his legs together so, so tight.

Lazary’s arms open like salvation, and close around him like the pit. “You’re doing just marvelously. I know it hurts but I’m so proud of you sweet boy.”

He’s squirming and writhing but fits into Laz’s arms perfectly. “I want it to stop. Everything feels bad… I just want it to stop…”

“I know lovely. I know.” He shushes the boy, running his hands along Sev’s back, soothing nothings.

Sev moves and buries his face into Lazary’s chest, breathing it all in, pressing as close as he can. “I’m s-sorry. Sorry…” His breathing slows, nuzzling Lazary, though he’s still quite warm and drenched in sweat.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I understand it’s hard, and I’m here for you.”

Sev looks up at Lazary with big wet eyes. “Please make it stop… please, I can’t do it, please…” He sniffles, and doesn’t realise his hips needily moving against Laz.

Perfection. Laz pets him, and gives his most dignified expression. “I’m here, darling boy. I wouldn’t dream of tarnishing you.”

“Please, I can’t… I can’t, just make it stop, you’re an alpha, you can make it stop, please, please…” He begs, and, though he doesn’t want to, he presses hard against Laz’s leg. He can’t believe what he’s saying, but he’ll do anything for the pain to stop.

“Are you quite sure, Sevastyan dear?” He has to make it clear this was Sev’s choice. Sevastyan’s want. Let him shoulder the guilt.

He looked entirely unsure. “Just… Just help me through it. Please. Then— Then we never have to see each other or anything. I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re here for this, I’m sorry I don’t know how to make it stop.” He sniffled, shaking, fingers curling into Lazary’s clothes.

Lazary smiles. It’s so painfully obvious this boy knows nothing. He hadn’t even extracted a promise of no mating bite. “You don’t have to apologize my dear.”

Sev looks away, ashamed. He wipes his eyes and puts his hands on Lazary’s shoulders. “Okay… Okay, let’s… let’s… um…” He can’t even look at Lazary.

“Take your time, it’s alright.” The poor thing looks so nervous. “Would it help if I disrobed first?”

He nods. “Maybe. I won’t look.” He says and dutifully covers his eyes with his hand.

A small chuckle escapes. “Dear it’s alright. I don’t mind.” Laz sits up, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, baring not human flesh beneath it, but another layer of fabric, skin tight, black and showing every plain of his form. Once he’s divested of the shirtsleeves, Lazary pulls the undershirt off as well. Lean but not unbuilt suggesting a body formed mostly hard work on a regular basis rather than sculpting purposefully. Moles dot his torso and a couple scars are evidence of youthful mischief.

Sev can’t help but peek at Laz, just through his fingers. He’s handsome, he might have been Sev’s type if Sev could think straight. But Laz only smelled even stronger without his shirt, it took everything not to curl into him.

“The trouser for me first as well, I presume?” He’s already unbuttoning them, though not going further without confirmation.

“I can. I can… y’know, so it’s fair.” Sev sits up and pulls off his sweater. He’s wearing a white button down, and is reedy underneath. His fingers fumble with the buttons, but he manages to peel the shirt off. He’s small, but with good muscles in his arms and chest. He’s covered in freckles from his face to his shoulders to his chest, with a line of hair from his navel, downwards. He has a littering of scars across his upper body, a similarly rambunctious youth, though the newer scars look slightly more severe.

"Oh you are a cute one!" Laz says, taking him in. His scent is even more potent now, and Lazary inhales greedily. "Far too thin though..."

“Well, I can only eat what I can buy.” Sev says, all flushed. “Never been called cute before…” He’s tantalising. The restraint needed to keep from tearing him apart… with pretty pink nipples, so shy, so cute.

"I'll fix that, don't you worry your pretty little head." He's going to make sure this gorgeous little thing is taken care of properly. Will hand feed him if that's what it takes.

Sev decides to go one step further, pulling off his trousers so he’s just in his underwear. “So… So, it’ll be quick, right? Just… fix me and I’ll stop being so… so weird.” He’s shaking like a leaf. Presenting sucks, he hopes nothing like this ever happens again.

Laz removes his own trousers, baring pale skin, and a light dusting of dark hair. No undergarments, just his sex, half-stiff already. "You're not being weird at all, dear."

"Well I feel... a lot. So... let's just um... do this thing." Sev looks at his fingers in his lap. "It... It won't hurt, right?"

"No, dearest, the painful part has already passed. You'll be dripping slick enough to make it easy."

Sev goes bright red. "I uh... fuck. Fuck, this is... so embarrassing." His eyes bore into the bed.

"Oh you poor little thing," Laz coos, taking gentle steps forward until he's kneeling on the mattress. Thin fingered hands reach out, oh so slowly-so as not to scare the boy-and guide him to lie down. "It's nothing to be ashamed of love. Nothing embarrassing, but beautiful."

Sev lays down, watching Laz's every move. But his legs open slightly. His underwear hides him, he looks... quite small from the looks of it, and soft. For now.

Those same hand trace gentle tracks down Sev's torso, coming to rest with the very tips of his pinky fingers tucked into the underwear waistband. "Do you need a moment, or may I take these off as well?"

"No, no, it's... it's okay. I just... want this over with... not to be rude..." He says, meekly. He has no idea the facade of gentleness, but a second glance at his drawers show that he's already quite slicked, and he has no idea.

"Not rude at all, dear boy," Laz says, acting perfectly. He slides the damp drawers off Sev's legs, letting them disappear to the floor. A closer look at Sevastyan's cunt makes Laz's mouth nearly water. The scent alone is intoxicating. "Oh darling you must be aching for it."

"Fuck, I feel so... so... weird. What's... what's wrong with me..." Sev shivers. Where his balls were, have become the opening of a beautiful, tight, aching cunt, dribbling slick. His cock has shrunk too, but Sev's eyes are locked on the ceiling. He can't look, all he knows is that he feels really wet.

"Nothing is wrong with you at all, love. You've just finally grown into the anatomy you belong with." A finger traces the new opening, chilled against sensitive skin.

Sev shoots up and back. “What the fuck was that!” His eyes are wide, breaths like a rabbit. “Fuck- did you just touch my ass? Or. Or— what the fuck is happening?” His eyes prick with tears.

Laz reaches for him, gentle and slow. "I didn't touch your arse. I need you to breathe for me, okay?"

Sev takes a breath, swallowing. “Yeah— I’m s-sorry. Fuck…” He tries to relax with a few more, and wipes at his eyes harshly with his arm.

“No need to apologize, you’re alright.” He catches hold of one of Sev’s hands, pressing it to his own bare chest. “Match me, yeah?”

Sev breathes in time with Laz, slow and even. "I just-- What did you touch... Why's everything so... so wet?"

“That pain you were experiencing earlier, that was you presenting.” Laz gives him a soft smile. “This is how omegas were made to be.”

"I.. I don't understand. I don't get it I'm just... fucking wet-- I didn't piss myself- please tell me I didn't piss myself." Sev is bright pink, he can't look at Lazary.

“No darling, you didn’t urinate. You, like all omegas, have a pretty little pussy now. And it’s very excited.”

"I have a... I-I... no, no. I have a dick. Cock and balls and- and I--" Sev whimpers, squeezing his legs together. "Fuck... Fuck, I'm s-sorry..." His cunt is practically leaking all over the sheets. "You're making me all dizzy..."

“You still have your dick, don’t worry dear.” He gently tilts Sev’s head down, guiding him to look at it. “See? Still there. You just don’t need to use it anymore.”

"Fuck-- fuck, it's... it's smaller... Oh my god..." He covers his eyes. "How do I make it stop-- just wanna go back to normal..." He can't believe it, and his mind is further muddled by just how damn good Lazary smells.

“This is normal for you. Just the way you were meant to be.”

"You'll... you'll do it now? Just... get it over with? Make the... the... leaking stop?" Sev asks. Even his thighs are shiny with slick.

“If you’d like.” Of course the leaking won’t stop. He’ll slick every time he gets aroused.

"Just... yeah. Get it over with so everything goes back to normal." His fingers are already clutched in the sheets, eyes locked on the ceiling. He breathes. He just has to relax.

Lazary presses a soft kiss to his collarbone, and lines up, hand brushing Sev’s dick as he moves it out of the way. Sev shudders, squeezing his eyes shut tight. When Laz touches his cock, he whimpers, toes curling. It's enough to see stars already.

He presses forward, sliding in with ease, despite how tight Sev is. “You feel utterly divine, Sevastyan.”

Sev gasps, breath quick again, cunt like a vice. “Oh my fuck— fuck it-it hurts.” He’s only just presented and really is a beautiful blushing virgin. Laz hits resistance. Who knew Omegas had hymens to break? What a delight.

“It’s alright. Just let it happen love,” Laz says, pushing in further, until he feels it give way.

Sev cries out, a desperate sob falls out of his mouth. “It hurts— it hurts, please stop— I can’t do it.” Every muscle is tight, his cunt drools around Laz’s cock, slick tinging with red.

“It’ll only hurt more if you go through your heat empty,” he coos, a touch condescending.

“It’s— it’s bad- I can’t. I don’t want this— I don’t want a cunt like a fucking girl—“ He chokes on a sob but the relief from Laz’s cock is almost as much as the pain.

“Not a girl, darling. An omega.” Laz presses deeper still, nosing at Sev’s neck. “Girls can be alphas, dear. You? You were made to be fucked.”

Sev's head goes back. "Please-- Stop, I can't... I can't do this, it's too much..." Sev pleads, though Laz's words alone are enough to make his cunt squeeze Laz's cock like a damn vice.

“It’s too late dear boy. You chose this, and your pretty pussy wouldn’t let me go now even if I wanted to.”

"No, please-- Please, please, I'll do anything, please stop, I just wanna wake up." Sev begs, trying to pull back from Laz.

“You are awake. And I’m glad of it, because it means you’ll feel all of this.”

Sev would fight back. He would beg and scream and cry for mercy. But he squeezes his eyes shut. "Just... Just tell me what happens next?"

“You get fucked until your heat subsides. Maybe even get a baby out of it.”

"A baby-- no, no, I don't.. I don't want a baby, please don't-- please, I didn't ask for any of this." Sev blinks through fat tears.

He leans in, licking at that oh so sensitive gland. “You didn’t have to ask.”

Sev shivers, looking away. His cunt is so damn tight, he can feel everything and it’s so new. Lazary’s hips speed up, dragging his cock against brand new g spots.

Sev’s legs are already shaking. “It-It hurts… fuck…” He’s trying so hard to relax but he’s terrified, but his cunt is pulsing, and it’s very clear the poor boy is so close.

“You can take it, you were made to.”

As Lazary fucks him, Sev goes over the edge, sobbing through his first ever vaginal orgasm, his muscles going rigid, heart slamming in his chest. Laz bites down on his scent gland, marking him, mating him, bonding them together.

Sev’s nails bite into Laz’s back. “Nngh—!” He thrashes under the bite but there’s a spark in him that shoots through his body, and he goes limp. Subdued.

“There we go, pretty boy. That’s it.”

“Is it over now… is it over?” Sev asks, really, begging. He looks up at Laz, all teary.

But Lazary’s hips are still moving. “Inconsiderate little thing, I haven’t even cum yet.”

“N— But you said— you said I could have a b-baby… you’re not wearing a rubber—“ Sev winces with every thrust into him.

“Why would I wear a rubber, baby? This is what you were made for.”

“Stop saying that! I didn’t ask for this— I don’t want a baby- I don’t want to be an omega or whatever the fuck!” Sev yells at Laz, reaching between them to try to make Laz stop.

Laz catches his hand, pressing it into the mattress. “But you are one, so start acting like it.”

Sev squeezes his eyes shut, forcing himself to endure the pain. His neck throbs with Lazary's bite, and he's sure he can't feel his legs below his newly blossomed cunt that sears in pain.

His hips work until Lazary cums, grinding in deep. "There we go, doesn't that feel better pretty boy? Now that you're all full up."

Sev trembles beneath him, completely subdued. He looks to the side, tears slipping down his face and onto the bedsheets.

"Does your cunt feel less empty now?" He lets himself relax atop Sev, nuzzling the fresh bite.

"I thought you were..." He hiccups and sniffles. "I thought you were going to help me." Sev whispers.

"Oh baby I did! Your heat doesn't hurt as much now does it?"

Sev takes stock of himself. The warmth that had flooded his body has subsided. His body is no longer wanting to break out of his skin. He feels deeply sated beneath the layers of disgust and the burning ache between his legs. He shakes his head. If only physically, he feels... better.

"See? You just needed your hungry little cunt to get bred."

Sev feels nauseous at the words, how filthy it all is, and how he's the one with a cunt. It can't be real and he'll surely wake up soon. Lazary is still deep inside him, his hole stretched around his cock.

"Come on love, you have to say something eventually." He pets at Sev's hair, mussing it.

"What... happens now?" He asks quiet as a mouse, nails digging into his palms. He can't move at all beneath Laz, and every shift is uncomfortable while still full.

"We wait out the rest of your heat. I fuck you through it as it ebbs and flows." Laz considers for a minute. "One of us will have to move house."

"No-- No, it's just one and done, okay? You helped me and... and I'll leave and everything is fine." Sev gets all teary-eyed again, poor thing.

"So you want to find someone new to fuck you when the need rises again? That'll be some trick, seeing as you're bonded to me now."

“I don’t want to fuck anyone! I just wanna go home…” He says pitifully.

"You are home my dear. And you're going to be begging to be filled until your heat ends."

“Can’t you just… find someone else? Please, I’m nothing special, I-I promise.” Sev sniffles and harshly wipes his eyes.

"Aw but you're my mate! That makes you something special my dear."

“Some stupid fucking social shit doesn’t mean anything.” He says with such bite but he can’t fight at all. He’s so, so weak.

Laz chuckles, low and warm against his throat. "No, baby, that bite is more than social. Biologically, you belong to me now."

“I thought your type were supposed to be. Loving and nurturing. Not fucking psychopaths. I asked for help— and you… you fuckin’ forced me to be this thing.”

“Oh no. No I didn’t force you to be anything. Your physiology did that itself.”

“I was fine! Shoulda just left me to rot from this shit.” Sev spits at Laz, finally looking at him.

He catches Sev in a kiss, nauseatingly tender. “You’re far too precious for that.”

“I’m not precious,” He says, tearing his face away. “I’m a grown ass man, not some fuckin’ doll.”

“And precious all the same.”

Sev swallows. He takes a breath. “So. How long do you keep me here for? How long are these… heats?”

“They’re different for everyone, but usually no more than a week. Some as short as a few days. Seeing as it’s your first, I doubt it’ll be short.”

“Great… great. Misery loves company.” He says, deflating— not like there was any hope in his eyes at all.

“And even after that, you’re mine. I’d not leave you on your own.”

“But it only lasts a few days. I’ll be fine. Then you can let me go.” Sev says softly. “Please.”

“You’re not listening baby. We’re mated now.”

“So. I’m… not going home. And this is going to… to keep happening.” Sev says, shockingly self-realised.

“Every month. Unless you get pregnant, of course.”

“So. The escape from this is getting pregnant. Like a fucking girl.” Sev laughs in disbelief.

“It’s the same system, love.” He rolls onto his side, pulling out with a small flood.

Sev hisses as his cunt squeezes around nothing. “So… I get pregnant — if … if I get… pregnant… you won’t… do… this to me? If that happens?” Sev bets on an off chance this ‘mate’ would be so kind.

“I mean you won’t have any heats until after they’re born, but that doesn’t mean we won’t have sex.”

“Great. You’re already planning more of this.” Sev laughs weakly. “And I’ve got no choice! And I can’t bargain! I can’t beg for mercy! You won’t give it.” Sev sighs. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Laz runs a hand through Sev’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp. “Just breathe baby. It’s alright.”

And Sev leans into it. Because it feels like the most comfort he’s ever gotten. “What if we made a deal?” He says, quiet. Unsure.

“What kind of deal, baby?”

“We can… we can do… stuff while this stupid fuckin’ heat is here. But once it’s over, we wait to see if I’m… pr… pre— you get it. If I am, we can keep doing stuff and… and I won’t fight you.” Sev says. “But if I’m not. I’ll make your life a living hell every time you even think of unbuttoning your pants.”

“Until your next heat, anyway,” he coos.

“I’ll still fight you. But if you get your filthy fucking wish I’ll… I’ll behave.” He takes a deep breath. Now he just has to do whatever he can to not get pregnant.

Not that Laz will stick to it. He’s not even promised anything. Still, he nods. “It’ll feel so much nicer if you just relax.”

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