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Despite Rutile’s rigid and durable persona in the medical field, Yellow Diamond was the only one to witness a dissimilar attitude behind closed doors.
Currently, Rutile lounged beneath them. Yellow’s eyes roved over his half undone dress shirt, wrinkled from their earlier playtime. But, playtime wasn’t over and Yellow was succumbing to his charms. The doctor slowly teased with one finger along Yellow’s muscled thigh and the elder couldn’t help but rub their sex against his exposed leg. Yellow shivered at the pleasure coursing through their lower half, gripping Rutile’s broad shoulders and biting their lip to repress the oncoming moan. Heavens, they’re so weak.
Rutile’s prideful chuckle from beneath made Yellow squirm. “A-are you done?” They asked, their own moisture spreading further across his thigh. Rutile was an entire turn-on in human form.
“What is the rush? We have all the time we need.” Rutile questioned huskily as he ran his finger up Yellow’s toned stomach and thumbed their hardened nipple. It truly wasn’t fair that they’re the one completely naked while Rutile got to enjoy their suffering, shielded by his clothes. Aside from the unbuttoned shirt, his pants were almost off due to Yellow’s previous fondling before they ended up in this position. But, Rutile had the power here. Yellow was absolutely mesmerized by the way he stripped them down in succession, their own suit scattered across the floor, heart in his hands and denying them of coming undone.
“I need— you…” Yellow begged, their knee putting pressure on his erection. His member could’ve torn its way out from the way it pulsated. But, Rutile just lazily smirked in response. The audacity of him. “P-please..”
“I love to see you this way,” he purred, his hands gripping around their lithe waist. Rutile guided their slit against his leg a bit faster, Yellow’s hips jerking at the new motion. “…my treasure.”
Yellow flushed deeply, their neck burning at the pet name. Rutile never used pet names. He thought they were ‘too corny’ and using them excessively in public downplayed the whole idea of them being special. This could certainly be used as blackmail in the future. Especially if they ended up together like this again.
Their thoughts muddled together as sparks of ecstasy rippled up their stomach, making their hands twitch. They clenched Rutile’s shirt, tugging at it in hopes to tear it off to expose his ripped chest and chiseled core. “S’good.” Yellow managed to slur out, tilting their neck back and shutting their eyes. It’s good but it’s not enough. They wanted more.
“Just good?” Rutile questioned incredulously, halting Yellow’s pace.
They caught up to reality, clouded by their brief euphoria. Before they responded, Rutile lifted up their athletic build, effectively flipping their positions and planting himself between Yellow’s legs. The way that he hoisted them up like a tool made them even more aroused, the ache between their thighs spreading throughout. The hardness pressed on their core didn’t settle their bundle of nerves either as they desperately tried to grind against him to find some sort of release.
Rutile reached over Yellow, taking both of their hands and pinned them above, trapping them underneath his hulking frame. He then lowers himself, leaning close near Yellow’s face and they couldn’t help but turn their head away, smiling. They knew what was coming. They wanted to drag it out a bit longer. Even if that meant being maliciously teased by him.
As Yellow opened one eye to peek at their lover, his hips thrusted into them sensually and they sighed at Rutile’s growing dominance.
“Seems that I have to exercise within this field more.” He divulged, tightening his hands around their wrists. Rutile’s amber eyes anchored onto their shy expression and he sucked in a sharp breath. “May you become my little subject?”
Yellow's muscles tensed up at the gesture as Rutile let go of one of their hands to explore the crevices of their face. His calloused fingers made their heart swell and all they wanted to do was curl next to Rutile’s warmth under the blankets.
Their breath hitched as the lovers made eye contact, strands of mahogany hair dangling right above the splayed blonde. Rutile was waiting, ever so patiently. And Yellow wanted him.
“Yes, doctor.”