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Dr. Hamm walked into the room, looking up at a fellow doctor who gave him the run down. 049 has been limping and holding his stomach, so they brought him in to be examined. And since 049 is more fond of Dr. Hamm, he was brought in to give him the examination.
Dr. Hamm nodded, running his hand through his hair before putting on gloves, taking a deep breath, and entering the room with a clipboard. 049 perked up, the white mask turning to him and then tried to move but..he's a little tied up at the moment.
His eyes going half lidded, 049 sighed, tugging at the metal restraints that were attached to the table, holding his hands to the side of his head. His legs spread and restrained as well, Dr. Hamm thought it was a bit...overkill. Especially since 049 is highly cooperative, putting aside sometimes when he goes into what looks like to be severe manic panic attacks.
"Greetings, Ray." 049 said, now comfortable with calling Hamm by a nickname.
"Hello! I've heard you've been limping and holding your stomach, would you like to describe what you're feeling?" Dr. hamm asked, hopping straight into the examination.
"Right, but doctor, I wasn't holding my stomach."
"Oh?"
Scp 049 looked embarrassed, looking away from Dr. Hamm and taking a moment to respond. "I was...holding where my uterus lays." He finally said and it stopped Dr. Hamm in his tracks, the pencil in his hand coming to a stop.
"Pardon?"
"I...am biologically a female but I prefer to be referenced to as a male."
Dr. Hamm was surprised but nodded and gave a soft smile, writing down the new information. "Alright, so what's wrong?"
"I have recently been in a very heated state." 049 avoided from being as blunt as he usually was but Dr. Hamm picked up on it.
"Ah, well, um.." Dr. Hamm stumbled over his words. He always said never to take risks, especially with scps but this one...049 was special, yeah, a special case. "I assume that you're just in some sorta heat?" Dr. Hamm said, assuming since 049 does have that animal look to him.
049 gave a slight single nod, eyes looking away and trying to focus on something else. "Well, is it alright if I examine your pussy?" Raymond said so bluntly that 049 flinched at the crude language, wide eyes locked on the human.
But in a few moments, he relaxed, giving another small nod. "Alright, let us begin." Dr. Hamm said, setting down the clipboard. He notice 049 shift and wiggle a bit, pulling against the restraints. "You don't like being tied down, do you.." Dr. Hamm commented.
"I'm not particularly fond of it, no." 049 replied, back arching as he got more comfortable.
"Don't worry." Ray started, trailing a hand down his abdomen, feeling over slight curves. Dr. Hamm noted the feeling of muscles, his hand continuing and stopping just above his clothed groin. "You'll learn to love it." He finished, using the pencil to slowly lift 049's robes.
Scp 049's skin matched the color of the black robes that is also his skin, Dr. Hamm assumed as much, lifting the robes further, the attachment at the waist. And it is obvious 049 doesn't know what underwear is.
Fellow doctors spoke up, questioning this action and Dr. Hamm side eyed them for a moment before relenting and pressing on the walkie talkie. "Examining." He replied simply, catching a glint of arousal in 049's eyes when he realized there are still people outside of the room.
049 let out a shuddered breath, Hamm's hands wrapping around his thighs and feeling up them, he could feel them trembling. "Already?"
"What?" 049 slurred a bit before clearing his throat.
"You're trembling." Hamm pointed out.
"I haven't been touched in over six hundred years, Ray-" He was cut off, Ray deciding that he needed to brush his thumb over his clit at that moment.
"Oops, butter fingers." He smiled sweetly.
"You're lucky I'm tied down."
"I'm sure." Dr. Hamm laughed, his heart melting at the sound of a soft chuckle from 049, replaced with a whimper, Ray moving his finger up his labia slowly, loving the way 049 tensed more and more with every stroke.
His peers continued to question, writing things down, obviously not catching on that this wasn't an examination. "Well, his genitals are human looking on the outside, a pretty pink color, healthy, very healthy." He replied to their questions, his tongue licking over his teeth, seeing 049's eyes drop to the floor.
"Thank you." 049 whispered, jolting at the sudden feeling of the tip of Ray's middle finger tracing his pussy.
"My pleasure." Dr. Hamm snickered softly, his cheeks dusted with a light red, his glasses slightly further down his nose, looking over them as he observed 049's reaction. And man, did he love it, 049 wiggled his hips, encouraging him to put it in already. But no, Ray kept tracing his desperate hole, dragging sweet whines from the man below him.
"Please..." 049 whispered.
"Say please Daddy." Dr. Hamm replied at the same volume, leaning in closer to 049
049 at first didn't understand before he suddenly did, if not for the mask, he's sure that he would've been burning red. "Please Daddy... I want it." Hamm was pleased with this, smirking, he leaned back up, pressing his finger in.
He was bit surprised by how tight 049 tensed around his finger. "Eager." He teased, feeling 049 shiver. "Please?" 049 begged quietly. "More Daddy." 049 said a little louder, getting use to this. Dr. Hamm raised an eyebrow at the sudden confidence but he definitely wasn't complaining.
"Alright, since you have been good lately." He pressed his finger in deep, smirking at him as 049's back arched, letting out a curse. "Ooo, didn't know you liked using such words." Dr. Hamm teased.
"I didn't know you liked fingering scps." 049 snapped back, letting out a half hearted laugh.
"Mm, not just any ol' scp. Just you. Because you're so special 049. So cooperative, so good for me." Ray said, almost breathless at the reaction 049 gave, melting into his touch completely, soaking his finger. Approvingly, Hamm picked up the pace, thrusting his finger in and out of his warmth.
049 tensed even more, squeezing his eyes shut and bucking his hips, repeating the word yes. And Dr. Hamm thought he heard a few 'Daddy's in there. Slipping in another finger, 049 howled, yanking against his restraints with even more force. Dr. Hamm didn't flinch, knowing they would hold but 049 definitely was determined.
"God, Ray..."
"What is it?" He asked, moving his fingers at a steady pace, dragging them back and against what would be 049's G spot.
"Fuck! Faster!" He spread his thighs further, panting, and shaking. Dr. Hamm thought about it. "What do we say?"
"Please...for your favorite scp?" He asked, getting quieter.
"Bold, assuming you're my favorite." He sped up, fucking the scp faster with his fingers, pressing them in and out as fast as his hand could endure and beyond the ache. 049 almost screamed out and instinctively brought his thighs together, shaking violently. "But," Dr. Hamm started, catching an exhausted 049's attention.
"You are my favorite." Dr. Hamm leaned down, grabbing his clipboard and covering the kiss he gave to 049's forehead. With that, he flipped 049's skirt back down and left the creature purring, basking in after glow.
Dr. Hamm entered the room, taking off his gloves and throwing them away, then wiping the sweat from his forehead. He then noticed the wide eyed stunned look on his younger peers, looking at him like he just fingered an scp.
"Comes with experience." He said, taking the clipboard with him as he left the room to go finish up the report.