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You had come over one late spring, something about you being Larry’s friend from before he lived in the group house and how you were visiting Texas for the weekend. You had knocked on the door and Larry had greeted you, bringing you inside and that's when Tanner met you. That's when he knew you were the one.
You smiled softly at him, and waved shyly before greeting everyone else. Tanner stood still, he didn't know why his heart was racing, why his mind stilled, why the only words he could think of when he looked at you was ‘Mine.’ But, he did know. He knew he had to make you his, that you belonged to him, even if you didn't know it yet.
He tried to get closer to you, sharing his personal socials and giving you his number, under the guise that he just wanted to get closer to a friend of Larry. If only you knew that his hands were trembling to grab you close when you leaned in to give him your phone. To grab you and bring you to his room, to lock the door and never let you leave. But he acted slow, he was smarter than he led others to believe, he knew he had to get closer to you before he let any of his true wants show.
So, he waited. Tanner made sure that for the rest of the time you were in Texas he would make an effort to hang out with you when you were visiting Larry (even if he wished you were there for only him instead). He would text you consistently, ask how your day was and invite you to play games with him, even asking if you wanted to make an appearance on stream with him.
You two seemed to grow close, and even Larry would tease Tanner about it, if only he knew what Tanner really wanted. What he craved.
A year passed before you visited Texas again, a year when the only satisfaction to his craving Tanner had was looking at your photos and the conversations you two would share. But it wasn't enough, Tanner knew he had to make his move, and that he had to do it quickly. He had overheard your conversations with Larry late at night, You had been talking to some guy and how you felt a connection with him. But, Tanner knew better, he knew he was better suited for you.
When you had texted him that you were coming over to Texas again, he offered you to stay with them, and you agreed, mostly because you didn't want to spend excessive amounts of money on an Airbnb and you would be closer to your friends. Tanner had to hide how much that excited him, he would finally have you close.
He picked you up from the airport, he couldn't bare not being close to you much longer. He made sure to act normal, put on his best act as he helped you lug your stuff into his car and drive back to their place.
As soon as you settled into the house Isaac had suggested that they drank to celebrate you coming over. You drank with everyone, having fun, laughing at Larry’s dumb bits and overall enjoying your time there, never noticing how Tanner’s gaze would never leave you, how he would always be close to you and how he always managed to hand you another drink when yours would be empty.
After a while you felt yourself get dizzy, too much alcohol can do that to a person, but Tanner knew that well, And in a ‘heroic’ act he announced that he would be bringing you upstairs to his room so you could rest up. At least that's what he told everyone, and seeing as how everyone else was drunk as well they decided to call it a night there, everyone leaving and going to their own rooms. No one suspecting Tanner of anything.
Tanner carried you gently up the stairs, not wanting to damage something so precious to him. Once he got into his room he laid you down slowly, he watched as your chest rose gently as you breathed, already asleep.
He stood there just watching, gazing at your body. He relished in having you in his bed, in his bedroom, and alone with just him. He matched his breathing with yours, traced your face with his eyes, his hand twitching to touch what was his. Slowly as to not disturb you he knelt down to you, and placed his hands on your face, gently rubbing his hands across your cheek down to your lips, and slowly further down. He wanted to ingrain your image into his very soul, wanted to have your skin become his, wanted you in every way possible. He felt himself flush as he imagined you in a different scenario, fewer clothes and more heat.
He felt himself grow hard in his pants as he imagined you both together, intertwined in his bed, him kissing your bare skin as you let out small gasps of pleasure that only him could give you. Tanner wanted nothing more than to make that a reality, how he desperately wished he could ravish you, he wanted nothing more to take you now, force you to see how much you belonged to him as he did to you. But he couldn't, he wouldn't, he had a some semblance of humanity left, and he couldn't let himself hurt something so precious to him.
That didn't stop him from admiring you, Tanner slowly rocked his hips against the fabric of his pants as he continued touching you, his hands now more feverishly touching you, now resting on your chest as he groped you softly, his eyes shut as he continued to lose himself in his lustful imaginings.
Tanner soon couldn't take it as he let out small gasps, the burn of the fabric feeling more like punishment than reward, but he knew it was what he deserved. He would take anything you would offer him, he would not dare to be greedy and push too far for you are his god. He rubbed himself more feverishly against his pants as he imagined you standing in front of him, as an idol, something he would be more than willing to praise, to adore, to worship. For you are the only thing he needs, he needs you more than oxygen, and he knows you feel the same way for him, for god loves his followers too.
Soon he rose from his spot, his knees aching from the position as he moved towards the other side of the bed, he quietly sat next to you and reached down to unbutton his pants. His cock aching from the lack of actual pleasure. He was dripping, the front of his boxers now ruined and quickly pushed down as he fully freed his cock.
He gripped himself softly and slowly stroked as he moved his other hand towards the hem of your shirt and lifted it up to show your bare skin. Saliva filed his mouth as he drooled at your image, at your plush skin, at your curves. He leaned down, now both his hands gripping his dick as he kissed your stomach, small peppered kisses all he allowed himself to do, he would never dare to damage your visage unless you instructed him to.
He whined and moaned against you, small tears filling his eyes from the pleasure that he was experiencing just being able to be this close to you. He needed you, he wanted you, he craved you. He wanted nothing more than to be your puppet, your play thing, for you to use him as you saw fit. He let out a grunt as he felt himself get closer and closer to the edge, he knew he would come soon, but he never wanted this to stop, he never wanted to leave your side, he begged pleaded for this to never end. A torrent of useless begs and whines escaped his lips as even more tears flowed down his cheeks. He couldn't help but cry as he finished into his hand like a pathetic dog, some of it managed to get on your skin. He looked down at the cum and just like a loyal dog lapped it up, relishing how your skin tasted mixed his with his own semen. He knew he was ruined, he knew now how deep he was, and he couldn't help but to cry. Cry because he would never be the same, how he would never love someone like he loves you, and because he knew that he would be your dog, your servant, your pet.
It took a while before he calmed down fully, he kissed your skin as he did, he couldn't help it, he knew that once you woke up he would have to go back to controlling himself, but he knew that was a lie.
He knew that if you would let your guard down, and let him in, he would go more far than to pathetically rut against his hand, he would make sure that the next time you knew exactly how he felt. How deep his admiration for his god goes.
The next time.