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Skott has done and experienced too many things in his life, way too many things. He tries his best to forget about those said experiences (mainly the ones with his father).
He has done many things to forget those memories and experiences, he had been just fine before that damn heliobus had… whatever it did to him.
Now he has lingering side effects from what the heliobus did, such as headaches, hallucinations at random times, and remembering unwanted memories that he had spent so long trying to forget. (He's totally having fun with that by the way.)
The IPC representative however didn't expect to be well… to be in a situation where he was sitting on a man's lap, warming his cock. (He didn't know how he ended up in this situation)
He whined when he felt said man–Sampo was his name– bit down on his neck, leaving marks on his neck.
“Ah–...Shit–” Skott gasped softly, his body covered with bites. Sampo's hands gripping his slender waist.
One hand moving up against his chest, brushing along a scar on his chest. “Do– Don't leave marks!...” Skott whined.
He didn't want to explain how he had gotten the marks. “Hmm, but I want to. So pretty!” Sampo said with a smile. Biting his shoulder.
Skott groaned softly, arching into Sampo's touch, panting heavily.
Fuck he hated how easily he folded. (Stupid touch-starved problem).
“Besides! We have a few hours until you leave, pleasseee?” Sampo whined, Skott's breath hitched when he felt the man grip his waist more. “F– Fine..” he breathed out
…
Skott buried his face into the pillow, digging his nails into the sheets below him. “Ah– sh– shit…Sampo!” He groaned when he felt Sampo's cock hitting his prostate repeatedly.
The IPC representative felt Sampo bury his face into his neck, continuing to leave marks. “So pretty..” He purred.
Skott whimpered as Sampo thrusted so roughly. Arching against the other man.
Sampo held him close, nipping his shoulders and his back. Obviously trying to mark up the blonde man.
“Going–..hah– going to cum…oh Aeons–!” Skott whined out.
Sampo hummed as his cock hit Skott's prostate again, earning a moan from the IPC representative.
“Not yet.” Sampo said. “I want to savor this.”
Skott whined again.
He already was so sensitive! Surely Sampo could grant him a little mercy?
…
Skott, the next day at work, was limping a bit. And some of his subordinates were giving him looks.
“What are you looking at!? Get back to work!” He snapped.
It wasn't any of their business. They should stop being so nosy.