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That cold hand against his cheek feels like a relief in this horrid heat. The way it caressed his skin, no care in the world if he was sweaty, smelled rancid, looked unsatisfactory—
This man, this creature didn’t care. They loved every single scar that littered his face, the nip that was taken out of his ear is their favorite. The way those cool finger tips massage the area that healed- It was always so sensitive there. More so with them touching it.
The way that pale skin enveloped his vision, the indents of their body, truly beautiful. Every curve, every movement, every stretch, god he’s addicted.
He could feel the way the creature nibbled on his lips, asking him for entry to his mouth. The homeowner always felt like he had to steady himself before letting that tongue gag him. He knows that the pale man doesn’t mean to choke him so aggressively, but he can’t help it. He says that the homeowner tastes so sweet.
It makes him blush every time.
He still doesn’t hesitate to open his mouth, green eyes half lidded and looking deep into those dark eyes. He didn’t think that it would ever be possible to tell if this monster loved him, but the small glint in their eye tells him everything that he needs to know. Mikhail can see the way the pale man’s skin seems to get a bit of color to it, even if he still looks sickly. It’s evidence of just how shy this creature is, even with how overpowering they can be.
The way that long tongue danced all over his mouth, pressing against every single divot of his warm, wet orifice has Mikhail moaning. He goes limp in the creature’s arms, loving the way that the hand on his cheek moves to his neck. The way the man grabs ahold of the skin, never really hurting him but showing dominance just from the grip alone. Mikhail can’t stop himself from grasping ahold of the creature’s skin, gripping for dear life as that long tongue digs right down his throat.
Mikhail feels breathless, and his eyes are rolling into the back of his head as he gags on the tongue. He loves when the man does this. It’s so different from a normal human, it really solidifies the fact that this man in front of him right now is considered a monster.
He loves it.
He moans loudly and freely. His spit is already dripping down the corner of his mouth, his face is redder than ever, and more sweat is building on his brow. He’s feeling so desperately lightheaded, but he adores the feeling. He feels so loved, he hasn’t felt this loved since his wife was still alive.
The pale man pulls his tongue out, letting the homeowner cough and gasp for air. The creature holds Mikhail’s limp body in his arms, pressing gentle kisses along the human’s cheek and neck. Misha doesn’t stumble in his own movements, no matter how breathless he is. He easily moves his neck, loving the way the pale creature smiles against his skin. “O-Off.” Misha gasps, referring to his sweater. He wants it off, he is smoldering.
He doesn’t know how he even manages to wear it. Sure it’s breezy at night, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t hot.
The pale man obeys, letting Mikhail go long enough to pull his blue sweater over his head. Their hands immediately find Misha’s chest, and Misha himself loves the cool feeling. The creature gropes at the man’s chest, pushing his face into the human’s neck once again. The homeowner doesn’t hate the teeth that bite down onto his neck. He relishes in the sudden sharp pain, loving the way they suck on the wound hard after.
”Mine.”
And Misha is moaning, hands in the creature’s hair. He can’t help but push his hips upwards, loving the way he manages to make the creature gasp a bit. He wants that monster’s dick in him. It’s abnormal, it’s different, it reaches all of the right places every single time. God— just thinking about the way it unfurls and pushes into his prostate has his own dick twitching. He knows the pale man can feel his dick twitching in his pants, because he doesn’t hesitate to push his own hips back down into the human’s. Misha moans and whines at the way the creature’s dick moves around in their pants, pressing into Misha’s in any angle possible. “Your foreplay is long.” The homeowner teases, adoring the way the pale visitor presses a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Because I love you.”
And to any person it would sound fake. To any person they would say that he was being tricked, that this monster will kill him.
They’ve done this countless times. And every single time, without ever missing a single beat, Misha falls in love all over again.
Mikhail threads his fingers all the way through the visitor’s black hair, massaging the scalp as he looks at the man full of so much love. Misha doesn’t have to respond, the creature knows.
Misha pushes his hips hard against the visitor, aching to be touched more. If he acts just a bit more cute in the creature’s eyes, he knows that he’ll get what he wants. He always does.
Misha bites his bottom lip at the soothing sensation of his dick meeting a hand immediately. The hand doesn’t move, but all he has to do is egg the other on. They’ve both played this game a million times before, and Misha will do it a million times more if it means that he can keep feeling the fluttering in his heart and the gentle touches that always caress him in a cool blanket. He’s always been too warm, so this creature being so cold is a lovely welcome. Mikhail doesn’t hesitate to gently tug at the black strands, loving the low rumble in the monster’s chest. He knows that they like it.
“Just touch me already~” Misha whines, loving the purr that erupts at full blast from the pale man.
“Wouldn’t you like that?” And that grin is as wide as ever, and it reminds him of just how handsome this monster really is.
As if to give his answer, Misha pushes his hips forward aggressively, pleasure pulsating through his legs and up his spine. “Yes.” He grunts out breathlessly.
“Then we are doing this my way, dear.” They whisper to him, grabbing ahold of Mikhail’s legs and hoisting him up to rest on the creature’s hips. Misha doesn’t hesitate to latch on, arms wrapping around the visitor’s neck quick and hard.
Misha lets out a laugh as the man stumbles a bit, almost tripping. They’re no stranger to picking him up, but they also weren’t expecting Misha to grab their neck so aggressively. “Sorry.” The homeowner attempts with a laugh. And while the creature won’t admit that he’s the least bit bothered by it, he still acts like he is.
“You simply love to see me tripping up, don’t you?” They say aggressively, yet the deep purr tells him what the creature really thinks. That he loves just how snarky he can be. They easily make their way to the homeowner’s room, pressing a kiss to the side of the man’s head.
“What I’d love to see is you finally touching me.” He admits, loving the way the creature’s heart races in their chest. They don’t hesitate to set Misha down on his old ratty bed.
“I suppose that I could make that happen.” The monster says, getting on top of the man. Mikhail doesn’t hesitate to lay his arms by his shoulders, letting the creature grab hold of his chest. The creature digs in and gropes everywhere they can reach. With hands as big as his, they could reach any amount without complications.
“Hmm~” Misha moans, loving the way those cold fingers leave goosebumps across his nipples and down his stomach. Misha can feel the way his dick bulges in his pants. It’s straining so much- god he wants this monster to just make him cum already. He can beg all he wants, they aren’t going to fully give in to him that easily. As if to prove this, the visitor drags their nails right back up his sides, leaning down to start licking his chest. He loves the way that long tongue caresses his nipples. Misha can’t help but push his chest up into it, moaning. The smile spreads across the creature’s face, and the bite he gives Mikhail has the homeowner arching his back. “Ah, fuck!” He gasps, hands going to grip at those pale shoulders. “Y-You’re teeth are too blunt to be biting me that hard.” And while he doesn’t really care, he’s mostly looking for a reaction. If he can get the reaction he wants, it could lead to even more biting. He’s aiming for this monster to bite his thighs.
“So my dear wishes for me to stop?”
Fuck. He forgot he was dealing with a professional asshole.
“Did I fucking stutter?” He snaps playfully. He grabs the visitor by the head, fingers pulling those black strands hard. He easily shoves the creature downwards, loving the way that spine bends down. The way that pale skin stretches, god.
“And what, pray tell, am I supposed to do here~?”
Misha groans in frustration, pushing his clothed crotch upwards towards the visitor’s mouth. “Babe, come on already.” And he feels silly using a pet name, but he doesn’t hate it either.
The creature mouths at his clothed dick, causing the homeowner to moan in relief. “I did as you asked.”
And Misha felt like he was going insane. “Jesus.” He cried, unbuttoning his pants and trying to shove them off, to which the visitor helped him push them the rest of the way. Mikhail grabbed his dick with one hand, the other pushing the creature’s face towards his aching and leaking cock. “Fucking suck it, bite it, something.” he begged. When the visitor stayed still, Misha was about to whine again, but was immediately cut off by the way the creature practically swallowed him whole without any resistance. “F-Fuck~!” Misha cried, hands gripping the creature’s hair.
This monster knew just how fast to bob their head, and just how hard to suck. Mikhail is practically shaking, back arching, toes curling. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head at the way they nip at the head of his dick, before sucking and nipping his balls. They leave teasing touches all along his dick, before going to suck and bite at the insides of his thighs. The creature makes sure to leave bruising hickies, so that every time the homeowner presses his legs together later he can remember what they did. “You’re so beautiful.” They whisper, sucking especially hard at the base of the homeowner’s dick before engulfing him once again.
“F-Fugghhh~ Oh ghooood~!” He can never get any words out. Every time he tries, they always break off into broken moans. This creature loves how incoherent he always is. “Cuuhhmm hhhggg!” Luckily they know exactly what he’s trying to say, because they give his balls a squeeze, and he sucks particularly hard at the head of Misha’s dick, causing Misha to cum hard into their mouth.
They don't stop.
They keep going, and Mikhail is moaning brokenly, limp in their grasp. They don’t hesitate to grip Misha’s thighs, gripping and sucking Misha’s dick back to life without any fight. Tears are forming at Mikhail’s green eye from overstimulation, but he loves every single moment of it. They haven’t even gotten to the main course yet. The visitor is simply enjoying his meal, ready to play with his food just a little longer. They hum around Misha’s dick, tongue wrapping around the hardening cock as it springs back up. Misha is moaning more, moans so broken, throat horribly dry. When he does manage to swallow, his throat feels relief from the saliva. Misha would love more, to be frank. He wants to shove the pale man’s dick down his own throat. He loves the way it wiggles inside of him, fuck.
The creature pulls off with a wet pop, long tongue lapping at his thin lips, eyes practically radiating happiness at the sight before him.
Misha can’t stand it anymore.
He pushes at the visitor as well as he can, (the creature simply lets himself fall back, but Misha can keep thinking he’s strong enough) and he’s tearing at those ripped up pants. The creature lets Misha pull them off, and the sight before Mikhail is so heavenly. Misha won’t admit that he practically drolls at the writhing appendage below him. The fact that the monster’s dick acted like it had a life of its own is part of what made Misha so desperate for it. The outer layer that took the shape of a dick peeled like a banana to reveal a squirming smooth tentacle with long, thin appendages reaching and spazzing around. It reminded Misha of a strange flower, especially with the gray liquid that leaks all around it. A liquid that made Misha so overly horny.
Misha loves it, he wants it, he needs it.
“Take your time, dear.” The visitor coos. It’s meant to be literal, because his dick is practically flailing all over the place, but Misha doesn’t want to take his time. He wants to choke and be claimed.
So he does just that.
He lets the tentacle tickle his lips and shove itself inside of his mouth and down his throat. He gags a bit, but moans. He loves the way the thin tendrils dance around his cheeks, gray liquid spilling off of them and soaking his face. God, the way that appendage massaged his tonsils, fuck. He’s already moaning up a storm, fingers gripping at the outer shell of the creature’s dick. The fascinating part about the outer layer, is that the creature could still feel everything from it. Misha used his fingers to massage every single peeled layer, loving the way the creature above him let out an inhuman rumble. The purring is back, and they find themselves rocking their hips a bit upwards towards Misha’s throat. While the rocking wouldn’t do much for something that was already moving, Misha still loved the motion. It reminded him that the creature above him is in charge tonight.
The aphrodisiac that seemed to be laced in the pale man’s juices has Mikhail feeling hot. He can feel himself burning up, and when he swallows the liquid he feels warm deep inside of his stomach. His own dick is practically throbbing and leaking. As much as he doesn’t want to, he can’t help but grind down onto the bed. It makes him feel a bit embarrassed, but the creature doesn’t say a single thing. Simply chitters an inhuman noise at him, petting his head lovingly. That face above him is writhing in pleasure. He looks just as beautiful..
While there’s days they would switch, Misha couldn’t help but want to be dominated more often than not.
But the expression in his mind's eye is a reminder that he can make this monster become a complete mess. He finds himself holding that memory deep into his vision while his eyes are squeezed closed due to all of the dripping liquid. “Dear, you know I can’t last long.” The visitor huffs out, and Misha is already reaching behind himself, fingers using the gray liquid as lubricant. The sight alone makes the creature bite their lips and knit their brows. They’re fully aware of what Mikhail wants. If they didn’t know before, they do now.
They know what way this is going tonight.
Before he can come, the visitor pulls their writhing appendage out of Misha’s mouth, causing the man to whine at the loss of abuse to his wet orifice. They grab hold of Misha without a struggle, one hand holding and spreading Misha’s legs while the other is grabbing more of that liquid and spreading it onto the man. “F-Fuck me.” Misha begs, earning a lopsided toothy grin from the creature above him. His hole is burning, throbbing. He wants it, no he needs it. He doesn’t care if it’s the aphrodisiac laced pre, he knows that his need is real.
“Not without prep.” The creature states, causing Misha to groan, though not upset. He loves this side of the monster.
“Then make sure to shove that tongue of yours deep inside. I want to feel it all the way up here~” The man coos, placing a hand on his stomach. The purring from the creature deepened at that. Misha knows that they love it when he talks like this.
“Anything for you, dear~” The creature hums, pulling Misha’s legs up, and spreading his legs to get a full view of the man’s hole. Misha hasn’t even had anything inside yet, and his heart is already pounding so aggressively for it. He’s already panting, he wants it so badly. He needs it so badly. He knows the laced pre is to blame for some of it, but he doesn’t care. “I’m putting it in, my love.” They tell him, and he makes an eager noise in response. The creature gives an inhuman click noise, causing Misha to shudder.
That tongue is always everything he could have asked for, and more. It makes him feel so full, just like the creature’s dick. Mikhail knows that he has a dumb smile on his face as he feels the tongue slither deep inside of him, coating every inch of his backside in drool. He never has to worry about the lack of prep with this creature. Misha is always so fully ready with how wet they make everything.
Misha loves them. He loves him so, so much. He doesn’t care if he’s a fucking maniac for this, his heart won’t stop squeezing for this creature above him.
“Yeeessss~” Misha moans happily, hand rubbing the creature’s head lovingly. The creature’s tongue slithers across Misha’s prostate, making the man go limp with a moan. He can feel the way the monster smirks, gently pushing their tongue along the bundle of nerves inside of him. Not enough to make him cum, but enough to leave him begging. He’s brokenly moaning, and he needs that tongue to be more rough, but then that would take away from the main course, yet he still wants it. He’s greedy like that.
The homeowner would grind on that long tongue if he could, but he’s being gripped in a way that forced him still, not that he hates it. In fact Misha is so focused on the feeling that he didn’t register the hand leaving one of his thighs. He only notices when he feels a finger bracing alongside the tongue.
He knows what’s coming. The monster’s pre makes great lubricant, and he knows that the creature has plenty to give. Misha never feels sore from being pushed into, only when he makes the monster bite him so hard.
He just loves the claim. Hickies and bite marks just mean something simple in human terms, but to their kind, it means ownership. His body belongs to this creature, but this monster lets him keep his independence. Their kind always forces and claims and owns, but not them. They love Misha’s independence, Misha’s defying nature. Sure he proudly wears that mark, but Misha will always be free to make his own decisions, which is another thing that he’s fallen in love with.
Just like his decision to willingly be fingerfucked with that tongue deep inside of him. His mouth is already dry again, and his chapped lips sting a bit from the way he’s biting down on them. Misha loves the feeling of being stretched. This creature is big, and while his asshole is no newbie to its sheer size and aggression, he knows that being stretched is still important.
And just like always, that liquid that sticks to the monster’s dick is the best aphrodisiac any person could ask for. Who knew that a visitor’s juices had that effect on humans? He’s sure that their kind feel it too, but if not, then any human would get addicted to this.
His throat is sore, he’s so red in the face and hot. He’s grateful to have his sweater off, he wouldn’t be able to stand it right now. One half lidded glance at the visitor tells him that they are aware of how close to orgasming again that he is. They look like they are contemplating whether or not to let him cum. He lets out a pained noise, hands going limp at his side from how breathless and overwhelmed he is. His second orgasm is abrupt, overstimulating, and he knows he’s making the ugliest face right now. It seems like the creature prefers him at his worst, because that glint in their eyes tells him that he loves how Misha looks.
Misha is letting out ragged heavy breaths, sweat dripping down his brow, body twitching. The monster pulls their tongue out, licking any remaining fluids and swallowing. “Beautiful.” The creature says, clicking and laying Mikhail’s hips back down. He licks all over Misha’s face, greedily kissing the homeowner, who kisses back lazily. The spit from the monster rejuvenates his mouth, and the kiss is so sloppy that there’s drool slipping down the corners of his lips and sliding down his chin. Misha feels so lightheaded, but doesn’t hesitate to let out broken moans at the tongue sliding back down his throat. He feels those claws trailing all over his body, and by the time he’s released from the kiss he feels the monster’s dick squirming between them.
Misha finds himself giving a tired toothy smile at the feeling alone. “P-Phhh..Put it innn~” he moans tiredly, ready for this creature to dominate him and make him orgasm for a third time.
He’s done more.
Misha uses his hand to pull at his thigh, lifting his leg shakily. “H-Hhard and fasssst~”
And he sees the way all restraint snaps in the monster’s eyes. Those large hands push him onto his hands and knees, and Misha is smiling every step of the way. He smiles through his ass spreading, all the way to that large appendage shoving deep inside of him. The way the outer layer grips onto his skin, those little long tendrils grabbing every inch of his skin and his dick, god he loves it. While the creature is bigger than him in every way possible, they still grab ahold of his hips. They don’t even have to move, yet they find themselves bucking aggressively up into Misha’s ass, hands gripping onto the skin. The moaning, the growling, the clicking, and the purring…Mikhail loves every sound of it.
Misha is gripping the sheets for dear life, drooling on the bed without a care in the world. He feels a thin tendril push through his urethra, and he’s seeing stars. The double pressure to his prostate is immaculate in every possible way.
He loves the way those hands slide up his back, leaving scratches in their wake. The way they push his shoulders down, to grabbing his neck, all the way to pulling his short hair hard. He’s never sure how they manage to grip his head like they do, but he still loves it. He loves it so much that he’s shoving his hips back to meet the bucking of the creature’s hips. “Hhgggg ch-choke meeegh he moans, being aggressively flipped over, hands gripping his neck. The touch is gentle, and he loves how much the creature loves him and doesn’t want him to get too hurt. It makes his heart swell, and tears fall. He’s feeling so overwhelmed that the smallest thing is setting him off. Misha presses his hands to the creature’s, loving the worry in their eyes. Misha is smiling at them, putting a bit of pressure on his hands. “Hhard~ I’ll be o-okay~” he moans, loving the way those hands tighten. The monster groans at the sight of his face gagging for air, but Misha doesn’t want them to stop, and he knows that the creature doesn’t want to either. It’s fine. If it’s ever too much, he can always use their safety gesture. All Misha has to do is pull at their ear hard, they will stop.
They have a safe word too, but right now he’s enjoying being choked to half death.
Misha rarely has to use either, the monster is so loving. It’s just nice to know it’s there, and if there’s ever anything the creature can’t handle, he has his own safe word and gesture, though it’s not that hard to shove a human off. Regardless, it stands and they both like to have them.
“I-I love you!” The creature moans, squeezing Mikhail’s neck tighter, their own orgasm building up. They feel like they can’t move enough. They want to move harder, faster, but they physically can’t. The outer shell of their dick has Misha’s ass and balls in a death grip, and the smaller tendrils are abusing the hell out of the human’s dick. Misha is on a whole different planet than him, but that’s okay. He loves it. Just like he loves him. “You’re perfect, perfect! Perfect and all mine.” the creature growls, gritting his teeth hard and squeezing Misha’s neck so hard that one wrong move and it’ll snap.
Misha doesn’t move his hand up. No he grips the creature’s hands hard, small trickles of blood appearing on their hands from scratching them.
That smile of pure bliss never leaves Mikhail’s face.
The monster was going to orgasm. They can’t take it anymore, they could always handle everything, but not this. They can never handle how beautiful Misha is. Never ever. They press their forehead against the human’s breath mingling with the homeowner’s. “I’m cumming,” he grunts out, knowing fully well that the man below him will follow the moment he does. He feels the way his appendage is bulging Mikhail’s stomach, and it makes him shudder. Shudder at the fact that he’s messing up everything inside of this man. They don’t release their grip on the human’s neck. No, they thrust aggressively, and immediately bite down on Misha’s shoulder, blood pooling, and the man letting out a silent cry. “Misha!” He growls and clicks, cumming hard in the man. Their seed fills Mikhail up, and bulges his belly. He knows the man loves it. The action causes Mikhail to reach his own orgasm, ugly chokes escaping him.
They release Misha’s neck, watching him wheeze and cough. They immediately cup the human’s face, licking away the tears and drool. Mikhail feels exhausted but loved.
Soon enough, the creature’s tentacle and tendrils retreat back into their shell, looking like a normal dick once again. Misha lets the creature hold him, and despite the exhaustion and constant twitching from how over-stimulated he is, he finds the strength to place a kiss on the creature’s cheek. He hears the gentle purring, and he loves the way the monster nuzzles him, placing gentle kisses all over him. “I love you.” The creature tells him before he passes out.
The visitor knows that Misha loves him back. That stupid smile on his face is his answer.
The creature wastes no time in cleaning the human up and tucking them into bed. He happily cuddles the human and follows him to dreamland.