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You were getting intimate with Starlo.
Yes, again.
Your lips met his in a desperate fervor, a flood of pent up passion and desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for Angel knows how long. Starlo’s gloved hands slid from your hair to your waist, pulling you flush against his own body as he deepened the kiss with a low, needy sound. The noise rumbled in his chest, and you couldn’t help the wave of arousal that washed over you at the sheer patheticness of it.
You trailed your own hands up his body, roaming beneath his poncho to glide over his back. Starlo parted his lips, inviting you to press your tongue into his mouth, which you did without hesitation. The kiss heated up quickly as your tongues intertwined, causing your heart to race in your chest.
You walked him backwards until his back hit the wall, then finally slid your hands beneath his dress shirt itself, savoring the feeling of his bare, warm scales beneath your fingers. You caressed his waist and ribs and the dip of his lower back, pulling him as close as you could possibly get him.
He arched into your touch, a soft moan escaping his lips as your hands drifted higher, teasing along his chest. You swallowed his desperate, needy noises greedily, the tent in your pants growing tighter with each passing minute. His body seemed to respond to you in better ways than you’d ever imagined, and damn did it turn you on.
With a low grunt, you hooked your hands under his thighs and lifted him up, encouraging him to wrap his legs around your waist as you ground your hips against his own, allowing him to feel the hard, aching length of your cock.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he gasped out against your lips, letting out a low whine. “I-I want… I need…” He swallowed, biting the inside of his cheek. “Let me pleasure you, darlin’. I… I wanna make you feel good.”
“Yeah?” You murmured, kissing along his neck now. “Don’t let me stop you, then.”
Starlo shuddered, a wave of pure, unadulterated lust crashing over him at your bold words. You both traveled towards the bed until you were sprawled out on it, your head and elbows propped up against a pillow. Starlo helped you shimmy off your pants and boxers until your aching cock was freed from its confines. He was somewhat clumsy in his haste to get them off you, but as soon as he managed to undo them, he took off his gloves and wrapped his warm fingers aroun you.
You gasped and groaned as he stroked you slowly, firmly, taking in the way his smooth scales felt against the pulsing, throbbing length of your dick. At the same time, you noticed his long, serpentine tail flicking and curling in your direction until it brushed against the skin of your inner thigh. Another, sharper gasp was pulled from your lips as his tail coiled around your cock, your hips jerking and bucking up against his touch.
He began to stroke your length with slow, deliberate movements, his tail undulating and squeezing around you in a way that had you seeing more stars than just him. “Feel good?” He murmured, his voice low and almost soothing as he continued. “Tell me how to make you feel even better, sweets. I wanna make you feel the best you ever have.”
“Talk to me,” You found yourself whimpering back. “I wanna hear your voice.”
His smirked a little, and god did you want to fuck that smugness out of him… but that would be a task for later. For now, all you could focus on was the sound of his low voice in your ear, the feeling of his lips brushing against you as he whispered, “I love the way your cock feels against my tail, darlin’. You’re so hard for me, so hot and perfect… it’s like it was made for me… for me to touch and taste and tease…”
He made sure to emphasize his words with a sudden squeeze of his tail around your cock, moving his thumb to brush teasingly over the leaking tip of it, smearing a bead of precum to use in order to ease his strokes.
“I wanna feel you throb and twitch and pulse, I want to watch you come undone, cry out my name as I make ya come over and over again…”
“Fuck, Star…” You moaned as his free hand slid up to your chest, his fingers splaying over your bare skin.
“I love that I’m the one makin’ ya feel this way, sugar. I’m the only one who can make ya feel this good.”
You bit your lip and growled, then flipped your positions and tugged off his pants. He yelped, but you were already rasping in his ear. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? You want to be stretched and filled by my fat fucking cock, hmm? You want to be split open on my dick?”
“Oh fuck, oh Angel, yes— ” He whined, arching his back up towards you. “Bend me over the edge of the bed and take me from behind, darlin’... I wanna feel you pound into me, fuckin’ rail me ‘til I can’t walk straight, until I’m clingin’ to ya and beggin’ you for more. I wanna feel you fill me up and ruin me, sugar.”
There wasn’t any hesitation to be had. You grabbed his hips and maneuvered him so that he was leaning over the edge of the bed, then gently but firmly gathered his wrists and pinned them behind his back. He let out a small whimper as you took a pair of handcuffs from his drawer. They were usually used for his sheriff work, but since his sheriff work wasn’t typically serious, they could be easily taken off and were designed with more comfort in mind than actual cuffs.
“You know,” You leaned over him, pressing your chest to his back, “You talk pretty filthy. If I wasn’t here right now and hadn’t heard it myself, I’d probably never believe such dirty words could pass your pretty lips, sheriff. ”
Starlo’s tail curled around your waist as you spoke, a low whine emerging from his throat. “Can’t help it… bein’ honest is my duty.”
You groaned as he rocked his hips back against yours. You moved your hands from his arms to his waist, then to his ass. You rubbed your hands over the area before reaching over to the drawer and opening it again, retrieving the familiar bottle of lube you knew was in there. You lubed up a couple of fingers and pressed them to his entrance.
“Relax, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He took a deep, shuddering breath as he felt you slowly press your fingers into him, his body instinctively tensing for a moment before he calmed himself enough to relax. “I trust ya, sweets. I know ya wouldn’t hurt me, not on purpose.”
As you slid your fingers in more, he pushed back against them, whimpering. You continued to pump your digits in and out of him until you were sure he was stretched enough, then pulled them out and teased the tip of your cock at his entrance.
“Please,” He whined pathetically, his wrists straining against the cuffs that kept him restrained. He was desperate for you, desperate to feel the delicious promise of pleasure that your cock would give him. And who were you to deny him?
Without warning, you snapped your hips forward and buried yourself fully inside him in one thrust, letting out a guttural moan at the warm, tight feeling of him wrapped around your pulsing length. He gasped and let out a choked cry at the feeling of you spearing into him in that one long, hard thrust, pressing back against you desperately.
“O-oh… mmngh, fuck, darlin’... ungh… ” He mewled, clenching around you as his back arched in an attempt to take you even deeper, to force more of your thick shaft into him. He clenched and trembled around you as he adjusted to the sensation of your utterly filling him. “Oh fuck, sweetheart… oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… so big, I-I feel so full…”
He trailed off, unable to find the words as his mind hazed with the sheer, overwhelming intensity of it all. His tail lashed and writhed and curled tighter around your waist, pressing you further against him. He could feel every throbbing, pulsating inch of your cock deep inside him, and after a few more short moments, he used his tail to start guiding you back and forth.
He clenched down around you again, his walls squeezing around you. You got the memo pretty quickly and began snapping your hips forward, sliding almost all the way out of him before slamming back into him ruthlessly. You set a steady pace, driving your cock deep into Starlo’s tight, clutching heat over and over again. Each sharp thrust made you feel like you were on cloud nine, sending bolts of pleasure all throughout your system.
Starlo seemed to be in a similar state. The poor thing was quite vocal, gasping and panting and moaning with each brutal thrust of your cock into him. His fingers clenched and unclenched, trying to feel for anything to hold onto, but to no avail. “ Agh— mngh , please, please, yes—” He whimpered pitifully, his tail pulling you back into him after each lewd slap of skin on skin. Your cock drove into his ass with a force that stole the breath from both of you, and you could already feel the knot in your lower stomach beginning to tighten.
“You don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore, do you?” You purred in his ear, nipping at his rays. He let out a high-pitched wail as you did so, instinctively trying to turn his head away from your ministrations. Of course, this didn’t stop you. Instead, you kept on pounding into him as you sucked and licked and nipped at his rays. With a free hand, you reached around to his chest to roll one of his sensitive buds between your fingers, causing him to yelp and writhe beneath your touch.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop… agh, fuck, yes ! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
You groaned with ecstasy at his desperate cries, then angled your thrusts a little more. The result was immediate.
Starlo threw his head back with a raw, choked scream of pleasure as your cock slammed directly into his prostate, a shockwave of pure bliss exploding throughout his body. His eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth fell open in a silent cry of rapture as you continued to target that same spot.
He bucked and thrashed against you, still impaled on your cock as you continued to skewer him relentlessly. He babbled incoherently, his voice a low, broken litany of noises as you fucked him stupid.
“Good boy… such a good fucking boy…” You moved your hands back up to his rays and began to squeeze and stroke them, causing him to let out a choked, gargling half-moan, half-sob. The combination of your hands on his oversensitive rays, your cock pounding into his prostate and your filthy praises whispered to him… it was all too much, in the best way possible.
“I’m— fuck, I’m gonna—” He gasped out desperately, voice broken and needy. “Please, please… I’m gonna come, I’m gonna fuckin’ come—!”
You moved one hand from his rays down to his own weeping cock, increasing the force and speed of your thrusts. “Yeah? Come for me, baby. Be a good fucking boy and come for me.”
Starlo wailed as he came, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, splattering onto the bed sheets and all over your hand. His body convulsed and shuddered, his mind blanking out as he clenched down around you, hard.
With one last brutal snap of your hips, your own orgasm washed over you, your cock throbbing and twitching deep within his ass. Your seed flooded his insides as you came deep within him, filling him completely. You continued to move erratically as you worked both yourself and Starlo through your highs, then eventually stilled. Starlo slumped against the mattress while you undid the handcuffs and tossed them aside, carefully pulling out of him a moment later, prompting a soft, broken whimper from his lips.
A small gush of your release dripped from his tender, well-stretched hole, leaking out to trickle down his thighs. You pressed a soft kiss to the small of his back, gently uncoiling his tail from around your waist. His rays twitched and flicked when you moved away from him, and you let out a small chuckle.
“I’m just grabbing you a water bottle and a cool washcloth to clean us up with. I'll be right back, sweet thing.”
You retrieved the items quickly, and after you were finished making sure you were both clean and hydrated, you crawled into bed next to him and hummed tiredly. Starlo nuzzled into your neck, a low, contented purr rumbling in his chest, lulling you to sleep.
Your dreams were always pleasant ones when he was there in your arms.