As the blindfold is slipped on, Dorian takes the opportunity to try and look out of it, to see if he's able to peer out of even the slightest corner. Nope. This thing is all-encompassing and, at the moment, he might as well be blind.
Good.
"We confronted her, of course—we confronted both of them, the criminal in question and his accomplice. They were arrested soon enough. After all, it's not a good idea to try and blackmail someone who's friends with the police."
He nods in confirmation, lifting his other hand off Dorian’s shoulder and sinking it into his hair. With a quick clench and twist, he yanks the man up by it long enough to shove his other knee behind him to support his back in an inclined position.
Sweeney releases him and makes quick work of seeing the blindfold securely fastened. His grip returns to his hair, holding Dorian up to remove his knee and set him back down.
“Course.” He slips his hand back into his trouser pocket, producing the bottle and handing it to her.
She tips forward a bit to kiss Sweeney lightly, gives him a wink, and sits back once she's retrieved the oil. She warms a dollop in her hand, and smooths it onto Dorian's cock. She used to give handjobs and blowjobs and fuck for drugs; she's pretty damn good at this still.
"Tell me a good sex story." Make him good and aroused on two fronts.
As he's yanked off of the floor, Dorian lets out a quick yelp, equal parts pain and pleasure. Probably the reason why that blindfold was on, wasn't it—he did not expect that. And honestly? He's glad it came as a surprise.
He can feel Annie rub something on his cock. Oil, maybe? Whatever it is, her hand on his cock makes it start to stiffen juuuust a little bit. But at her command, he makes a noise of understanding, taking a moment to think before he continues talking.
"There was one girl, turned out to be a complete bitch later, but that's not important for the story. Natalie Isaacs. We found out what we liked soon enough and indulged in it." Dorian lets out a small laugh before continuing his story. "One day, she checked into a hotel under a fake name. She said she was some countess of something—she played the part all night and had the hotel staff eating out of her hand. Naturally, I played my part as well. I was some poor little innocent thing she picked up off the streets. We managed to keep the ruse up all night and into the next morning, even when she led me to the bedroom and took my 'innocence.'"
The air quotes are in his voice even if they're not physically made.
Sweeney thought he’d have to wait longer to kiss her, but he’s grateful for the temptation. The softness of it makes his skin warm and tingle. It’s not a stretch to get him thinking things that’ll be getting his blood pumping downward. No complaints.
It’s strange to watch her work another man; not off-putting, just different. It leaves him with phantom sensations and half-memories.
"Yeah? That your kink? Pretending to be a virgin?" It's such a playful idea, cavorting with fake nobility, scandalizing the help in a hotel. "I can't see you pulling it off," the faint scratch of her nails along his cock, like maybe she won't be as nice as she has been so far.
“Mar is mian leat,” he whispers, a touch of wickedness curling his lips.
His fingers sink back into Dorian’s hair, offering a bit like a scalp massage until he grips tightly and pulls back, forcing the man's chin up slightly.
She bends over him, kisses Dorian's neck--nips it--bites it. She's no vampire but her teeth are slightly sharper than a human's. Her hand, meanwhile, massages him, working to get him properly hard.
Dorian lets out another hiss as Sweeney yanks on his hair which soon turns into tired, delirious little laughter as he feels Annie's teeth nip on his neck. It's obvious that biting is another one of Dorian's kinks. It only takes him a few moments before his cock starts to grow hard, stiff in Annie's grip.
Yeah, that’s the one. It makes him think of raised flesh and purple bruises in the most delicious of ways.
Gently enough to avoid deterring her, but with the confidence of his want, Sweeney slides his fingers into her hair to cradle the back of her head where it meets her neck. The touch is firm enough to show support without forcing her down harder or to linger anywhere she doesn’t want to. He just wants to be there with her, feeling her savoring him.
She bites lower, distracting him while her hand gets more oil and slicks up the rose quartz phallus instead. "How many werewolves have you fucked?" A harder bite, deliberately making it harder for him to answer.
He wants to say something, he wants to give her an answer, but Annie's teeth on his neck make it so that Dorian only groans out a response instead. His cock is rock hard at this point and he's loving it. After a while, he pauses before admitting, "None. After all, I used to live in London. Not that many werewolves in the big city."
"You should drop by my world sometime," she purrs, slinking down his body, licking along his cock. She nips his lower belly, adding the threat that at any moment he might feel the graze of her teeth where one most certainly might not want any teeth.
Ohhh Christ, she's using her teeth there? Dorian's cock stiffens even further as he feels Annie's teeth against his chest. He strains against the ropes, he strains against Sweeney's grip on his hair, and the tug that both of those create feels just as good as the bite.
"God, I feel like I could cum any moment."
He doesn't, though. Annie's the boss, he'll only spill when she says so.
Dorian's words evoke a tightening twist of Sweeney's hand in his hair, as if he could rein the man back from the edge like one might do with a bridle. It's not intentional, just a subconscious coiling of his own muscles that know damn well what Annie can do when she puts her mind to it.
"You better not," her voice a little sing-song, with a little edge. Her head only comes up long enough for that warning before she takes him deep in her mouth, willing to test him a little while longer.
The head of the rose quartz phallus presses at him, a reminder of what he gets if he holds himself back long enough. Another minute, a full two minutes just toying with him with her mouth before she sits up and nods at Sweeney for the harness.
Ohhh hell this is tough. Dorian bites his tongue, clamping down hard, biting down so hard that he can taste a little bit of blood, just to try and push everything down and keep himself from just outright spilling in Annie's mouth.
He is barely holding it together by the end of those two minutes. This man is a near wreck.
He looks from Annie to Dorian and back, tipping his head to the side in concession. A flick of his free hand, and a mass of thin leather straps and clinking metal swing as they dangle from his fingers. He offers it to her with a small smirk.
She lets Dorian sit there and recover while she figures out the leather, the phallus, and spares Sweeney a sheepish grin. This is very, very new to her.
But never one to turn down a new experience, she smacks the inside of Dorian's leg to get him to part them further, and presses slowly into him once the stone is well oiled.
Dorian adjusts his position, spreading his legs for Annie. And when he feels something slip inside of him (that's got to be the phallus she showed off earlier), he lets out a little laugh of pleasure.
"Christ, I'm going to have to eat you out every day the rest of this week to make up for this," he laughs. Because this feels spectacular. He's cut off from the world, dancing on the edge of release, it's a sensation that he's missed so much.
It’s a curious sight, and one that makes him glad for the caveats he had placed on the gifts. And while she can’t feel such a thing as a man does, Sweeney does hope she has a good time. They're well-suited somehow, mostly in the chatty bits.
He keeps his hands dutifully wrapped in Dorian’s hair and pressed back into one shoulder.
She knows the rhythm, of course. But only from the position Dorian is now in, so it takes her time to figure it out--starts and stops, quiet self-conscious laughs that she ends with little bites on Dorian's neck as apology.
"You guys make this look easy," she teases, but a hand braced on the floor by Dorian's shoulder helps; a hand on his hip helps, and then smoothly she's fucking him.
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While Sweeney gets it on him she pushes Dorian's knees up, legs spread. "What'd you do when you found where she was going?"
She slides Sweeney a devious smile. "An bhfuil ola agat?"
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Good.
"We confronted her, of course—we confronted both of them, the criminal in question and his accomplice. They were arrested soon enough. After all, it's not a good idea to try and blackmail someone who's friends with the police."
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Sweeney releases him and makes quick work of seeing the blindfold securely fastened. His grip returns to his hair, holding Dorian up to remove his knee and set him back down.
“Course.” He slips his hand back into his trouser pocket, producing the bottle and handing it to her.
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"Tell me a good sex story." Make him good and aroused on two fronts.
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He can feel Annie rub something on his cock. Oil, maybe? Whatever it is, her hand on his cock makes it start to stiffen juuuust a little bit. But at her command, he makes a noise of understanding, taking a moment to think before he continues talking.
"There was one girl, turned out to be a complete bitch later, but that's not important for the story. Natalie Isaacs. We found out what we liked soon enough and indulged in it." Dorian lets out a small laugh before continuing his story. "One day, she checked into a hotel under a fake name. She said she was some countess of something—she played the part all night and had the hotel staff eating out of her hand. Naturally, I played my part as well. I was some poor little innocent thing she picked up off the streets. We managed to keep the ruse up all night and into the next morning, even when she led me to the bedroom and took my 'innocence.'"
The air quotes are in his voice even if they're not physically made.
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It’s strange to watch her work another man; not off-putting, just different. It leaves him with phantom sensations and half-memories.
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"Baby, pull his hair again."
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"My kink is pretending to be anybody that's not myself."
Someone enjoys some role-play in the bedroom and isn't ashamed to admit it.
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His fingers sink back into Dorian’s hair, offering a bit like a scalp massage until he grips tightly and pulls back, forcing the man's chin up slightly.
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Gently enough to avoid deterring her, but with the confidence of his want, Sweeney slides his fingers into her hair to cradle the back of her head where it meets her neck. The touch is firm enough to show support without forcing her down harder or to linger anywhere she doesn’t want to. He just wants to be there with her, feeling her savoring him.
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Otherwise, he’s perfectly pleased to watch, his knee on the rope and both hands full of hair.
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"God, I feel like I could cum any moment."
He doesn't, though. Annie's the boss, he'll only spill when she says so.
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The head of the rose quartz phallus presses at him, a reminder of what he gets if he holds himself back long enough. Another minute, a full two minutes just toying with him with her mouth before she sits up and nods at Sweeney for the harness.
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He is barely holding it together by the end of those two minutes. This man is a near wreck.
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But never one to turn down a new experience, she smacks the inside of Dorian's leg to get him to part them further, and presses slowly into him once the stone is well oiled.
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"Christ, I'm going to have to eat you out every day the rest of this week to make up for this," he laughs. Because this feels spectacular. He's cut off from the world, dancing on the edge of release, it's a sensation that he's missed so much.
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He keeps his hands dutifully wrapped in Dorian’s hair and pressed back into one shoulder.
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"You guys make this look easy," she teases, but a hand braced on the floor by Dorian's shoulder helps; a hand on his hip helps, and then smoothly she's fucking him.
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