PSL - NSFW, approach with caution

[primordialice]

- If you're looking to make an appointment to speak with the Administrator, please speak with Ms. Marette at the front desk.
- If you're looking to schedule a boxing match with the Administrator, please speak with Mr. Roussimoff in the Pankration Ring.
- If you have a really, really urgent matter that desperately needs the Administrator's attention right now, please find a senior guard and relay your information to them.
- If you have a new tea variety you'd like the Administrator to try, please leave it with Ms. Marette at the front desk or knock to the rhythm of the first movement of Furina's Benevolence and he will be with you shortly.

All other matters are first come, first served.

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[primordialice]

"Fuck..." There's an intrusive thought in the back of his head that says pluck one out of those pretty eyes out, keep it for yourself, he's got four, he doesn't need them all, but he ignores it. "Just like that, that's lovely." He's hard enough that it's a relief to undo his pants, just from chaining Scar up and seeing him change.

He wraps his hand around one of Mezzetino's horns, using it as a handle to pull his head down toward his cock. "I'm not going to be in the mood to do anything but leave you like this if you bite my cock off, so please keep that in mind."

[theblacklamb]

Scar laughs, low and breathless. "As you say." He doesn't particularly fancy sitting around chained up and bored without Brighella touching him, and this is supposed to be a reward, isn't it? So he'll keep being good.

He opens his mouth, shifting to take the head of Brighella's cock between his lips, swiping his tongue over the head. All Brighella's flesh tastes like salt.

[primordialice]

Just as he'd thought - boredom is a far more significant punishment to Scar than pain. Someday he'll have to teach him how to tolerate it better, but they can do that later. Right now, Scar has earned a reward, and he's going to get one.

He groans, rubbing his thumb along that sensitive part of the scalp he'd found the day before, pulling him forward to take more of his cock in his mouth. "Ahhh, good, you know how to use your mouth... that feels wonderful, Mezzo."

[theblacklamb]

Scar tilts his head into the touch, leaning forward to take Brighella deeper. The angle of his head presses the hard edges of the collar into his throat, and he chokes a little, throat spasming, but continues undeterred. The temptation to devour the salt-sweet flesh in his mouth is strong, but he's being good. If he bites it off, Brighella won't touch him.

[primordialice]

Scar's mouth is so hot around Wriothesley's cool flesh that the pleasure is already intense even from this, but he continues to press deeper, using Mezzo's horns like handles. "Choking already? This is just going to get worse then," he says cheerfully. Making Scar choke on his cock is definitely on his list of things to do right now, so everything is going according to plan.

[theblacklamb]

Scar laughs breathlessly around his mouthful. If he minded choking, he would have objected when the collar first went on, or not let Brighella put it on him in the first place. His cock is cool and salt-sweet and Scar hungers. Letting Brighella guide his head by the horns is as easy as letting him grind his face into the floor and fuck him.

[primordialice]

"Oh, if you can laugh, you've definitely got too much breath in your lungs." He pulls down hard on his horns, thrusting up into his mouth to push past his gag reflex and down his throat. He remembers how much Scar loved being used the night before and today he's going to do the same - take him exactly how he likes and let him feel the consequences.

[theblacklamb]

Scar chokes, throat spasming around Brighella's cock and against the confines of the collar, and he swipes ineffectually at what he can reach with his tongue. He can't breathe, but he doesn't struggle. He holds back his teeth. He lets Brighella use his throat.

[primordialice]

Brighella moans in approval, thrusting into the spasming heat of Scar's throat, using his horns as handles to get as much leverage as he can. "That's my lovely beast," he growls in approval. He looks down into his four eyes with a crooked smile. "So beautiful, so tight for me." Maybe he won't get him a new collar. This one seems just fine.

[theblacklamb]

If he had his human eyes, they'd be watering--his abyssal ones, somewhat to his surprise, start to leak thin trails of black ichor down his face. He can't breathe, and he's starting to feel it, throat jerking as he instinctively tries to drag in breath around the obstruction. It doesn't make him panic, though, like perhaps it should, just makes him light-headed and glassy-eyed and pliant, letting Brighella move him however he wants.

[primordialice]

The black trails of ichor make Wriothesley take a sharp in-drawn breath as he reaches to wipe one away. It burns on his skin in a way that should probably be unpleasant but he finds quite the opposite. "Beautiful monster," he murmurs with a curling smile, seeing how soft Mezzo's gone. "That's right, that's my good boy. Let yourself be used..." He'll keep using his throat for almost too long, until he feels him start going limp, and then pull him off, letting him breathe.

[theblacklamb]

Scar shudders with a choking gasp when Brighella pulls him free, gulping air in heaving breaths and blinking more trails of ichor down his face. His head is spinning, and all he can do is lean his cheek against Brighella's thigh and breathe, coughing when he strains the bounds of the collar too much. There are wet trails of saliva down his chin.

[primordialice]

Brighella's blunt nails dig into the sensitive skin around Mezzetino's horns as his cock twitches - even without the continued stimulation of his throat, the way Mezzo looks is almost enough to have him coming. "Shh, shh..." He rubs the horn base soothingly with his thumb. "You're all right. Look up here, look at me, lovely..." He strokes his own cock, watching Scar trying to recover himself, so close it feels like he's going to burst almost immediately.

[theblacklamb]

Scar shivers at the touches at the base of his horns, tilting his head back to look glassy-eyed up at the other man, his inhuman pupils wide and dark. "Yes, Lord Brighella?" he rasps, his voice wrecked and uneven, some sounds not coming out at all.

Brighella is looking at him like he wants to devour him. Like he's an amazing thing to look at. Like he wants him, like this. (And Scar's cock is throbbing neglected between his legs, this is hardly a hardship, to let himself be used, is it?)

[primordialice]

"I just want to look at you like this, completely wrecked by my cock. It's a good look for you, especially with those pretty eyes... open your mouth again." He doesn't take it fully, this time just resting the tip inside as he strokes himself - it doesn't take much, only a few more strokes before he bursts inside Scar's mouth, letting him swallow as much of his come as he can.

He relaxes with a breathless chuckle, stroking his fingers through his hair. "You have no idea how much I want to pluck one of those pretty eyes out," he murmurs. "Keep it for myself. Wouldn't that be lovely?"

[theblacklamb]

Scar opens his mouth obediently, swirling his tongue over the head of Brighella's cock until his mouth is filled with the burningly alive salt of his come. He swallows, feeling it sear all the way down, especially on the abused tissues of his throat.

"Not sure if they'd come back the next time or not," Scar rasps. "No one's ever tried." Is his true self built anew every time he changes, or is it always there, hiding, and he only lets it free?

[primordialice]

Brighella rubs his thumb over the skin right under Scar's eye, biting his lip slightly. "Hmmm... better not, then. At least not yet." Someday, maybe, he'll take Scar's eye and preserve it so he can look at it whenever he likes. He tucks his cock away, shifting his foot to nudge the toe of his boot against Scar's cock. "I was going to ask if you enjoyed your reward, but it doesn't look like I need to. I can feel how hard that made you..." And he loves how wonderfully Scar's body reacts to being used.

[theblacklamb]

Scar's breath hitches at the touch to his cock, making his throat spasm so he coughs again. "Yes," he manages. "Please, Lord Brighella..." Now that he's been reminded of his own arousal, he's desperately aware of it. And he has no way to do anything about it, though Brighella probably wouldn't want him to without permission, not when he likes him like this, bound and helpless and used.

[primordialice]

"Of course. You were very good for me, my beautiful Mezzo, you'll get what you need." He shifts his foot so he can rub it against the length of Mezzo's cock, firm and rough. He loves not needing to be careful with him, not having to worry about too fast or too hard. Watching him suffer in ecstasy is gloriously satisfying, and something Wriothesley is starting to think he might like too much. He's never going to want to let him out of the Fortress at this rate.

[theblacklamb]

Scar's breath comes hard in a gasp and he coughs again, leaning forward into the stability of Brighella's lap so he doesn't have to try and balance. Brighella's boot is hard and ungentle against his cock, and he groans raggedly, hips bucking forward into the touch.

[primordialice]

Brighella encourages the leaning, stroking his hair and rubbing his horns in time with the movements of his foot. "Come on, Mezzo, let me see you come. Don't hold out on me..." He presses harder with his foot, knowing the pain will only make Scar like it more.

[theblacklamb]

Scar was already close, worked up from Brighella using his throat, so only a few crushing strokes more bring him to the edge, collapsing entirely forwards against Brighella's legs as he comes.

Extra credit was worth being good. It was so easy, to find a bully and stop him. He'll stop every bully in the Fortress if it keeps Brighella using him like this.

[primordialice]

Brighella laughs as Scar collapses against him, wiping his boot off on the carpet. He could make him lick it up, but... maybe another time, when he's better trained, when he's really embraced obedience. This is a good start for now. "Beautiful. You really were made to be used, Mezzo." He's smearing ichor and saliva and come all over his pants now, but Wriothesley doesn't even care. He can change - it's worth the mess.

[theblacklamb]

Scar laughs, low and rough, triggering more coughing that makes him choke again. "Mezzetino was made to fight and destroy, too well. Too strong to be used."

[primordialice]

"Well, fighting and destroying's one use, but all you need is someone strong enough to take you down to your knees and we see what else you're good for." Wriothesley finally reaches up and pours some of the water he has in a cryo-chilled jug on his desk into his cup, pulling Scar up to sit straight and helping him drink some of it to soothe his throat. "I have some ideas on how you can improve your fighting, too."