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You never thought that a bit of harmless teasing could have consequences like this.
Not with him.
The four of you had sat at the kitchen table, having some kind of a work meeting as per usual... You hadn't been paying much attention. You'd been... Distracted. With Killer and Horror at the opposite side of the table, Dust had taken the available seat next to you, and you had suddenly gotten an idea.
You'd naively believed that “accidentally” brushing your leg against his under the table would make his breath hitch oh so deliciously. You'd hoped that innocently placing a hand on his femur and not-so-innocently trailing your fingers upwards would lead to him getting flustered, for him to try to hide his reaction from the others by tugging the hood further over his skull. You were normally quite forward in making your intentions known in private, but this time you'd wanted to tease him a bit, just to see what would happen.
Would he try to hide his reactions, or try to stop you? Or would he urge you to take it further right there, where anyone with an eyesight observant enough could see? Take a hold of your hand and guide it exactly where he wanted you to touch him the most? Get impatient and teleport you to his room instead?
You would've been happy with any of the above. But, to your disappointment, the only thing reminding you that he wasn't a statue made of bones that had some clothes thrown on top of it, had been the briefest flick of his eyelights to your direction. It had only lasted for a few seconds, definitely not enough for Killer or Horror to pay any mind to it, but somehow that one shared look had managed to communicate more than any words could've in the moment.
He knew exactly what you were doing – he had felt every little touch of your skin on him, every little intention. He knew that you wanted him, and that your seemingly innocent teasing was an attempt to take charge, to take his control away from him.
His sharp gaze had told you that he wasn't going to let that happen so easily.
You had withdrawn your hand immediately and been the first to break the eye contact. Not because neither of you had wanted you to, but because he'd already done enough. The tables had been turned, suddenly you had been the one trying to hide your flustered state from the others.
It hadn't been the outcome you'd been expecting for, but the tension between the two of you was building like a ticking time bomb regardless.
You were so excited for tonight.
You didn't see Dust for the rest of the day. In fact, it had been so long since the kitchen incident, that a part of you had almost given up hope on getting some action tonight, and another part was considering the option of trying the same trick again with a different skeleton on the receiving end. But there was a thought that stopped that plan short – both Killer and Horror had way less self-control when it came to sex, and if Dust was somehow still plotting something, you might end up biting a bit more than you could chew with a move like that. Or, more specifically, end up having more skeletons chewing on you than you were prepared for tonight.
Besides, you just knew that Dust was plotting something. He'd given you another look just before exiting the dinner table, one that had taken its time to slooowly travel from your face to lower, lingering, coming back up and – fuck, that little twitch of his grin just before he'd teleported away... You doubted that he'd been consciously trying to look intimidatingly sexy, but boy, did he have a natural talent for it.
Anyways, where were you...
You blink and shake your head, glancing back at the book on the bed in front of you. The words are there, staring right back at you, but for some reason it's getting really hard to concentrate on the meaning behind them.
You don't want him anymore. You need him. It feels like every single atom in you is craving to know what the hell he has planned for you today, and more importantly, when he's going to-
“...nice outfit.”
...Fuck.
(Fuck yes.)
You should be used to this by now. But your body apparently hadn't gotten get the memo, as your heart leaps into your throat from the sudden voice coming from behind you just now. Your head snaps to the (unopened) door, and your shock is quickly replaced with another rush of emotions.
Dust! He noticed! Your thigh high socks, your prettiest underwear, the very low-cut top that barely stayed on your torso... Probably the way you're lying on your stomach on the bed too, on his bed, arching your back and innocently looking back at him...
Yeah. You were being obvious with it tonight.
“You like it?” You teased, giving your lower half what you hoped was a seductive wiggle. “Wore it just for you...”
You had no reason to not be honest about your intentions. Dust on a normal day seemed to consider himself unapproachable at best and straight up worthless at worst, so a forward approach was often required to snap him out of whatever thought loops he was usually going through. His self-esteem was low enough that acting uninterested or hard to get might only make him back off, which you did not want to risk happening right now.
Dust steps closer to the bed, his eyelights taking their time to slowly travel across your body. Methodically, he observes every little detail you'd put into your appearance in preparation for this specific moment, when he'd be exactly where he is right now, practically undressing you with his gaze alone.
“that so?”
And oh, his voice, that velvety smooth baritone travelling through your ears right down to the heat building in your lower stomach. Confidence suited him so, so well...
Eagerly, you nod and hum an agreement. If he was as good at intention-reading as you believed he was, he might've picked up on the unspoken consent behind your voice. By the way his skull tilts curiously as his eyelights find your face again, you could only guess that he did.
“hm. and what do you want me to do about it?”
Keep talking, first of all, you sound sooo fucking hot like this-
Oops, he might hear that.
“I meaaan...” You set your forgotten book on the bedside table and turn to your side, picking at the strap of your top. “I'm glad you like it, but... I'd rather take it off, you know? Wanna help me with that?”
Slowly, you slide the strap down your arm, keeping eye contact to take in every detail of his reaction. His eyelights follow the path of your fingers, and the subtle rise and fall of his ribcage stutters in its rhythm for just a moment. Normally at this point he'd take the bait, climb on top of you and start a slow but steady buildup towards mutual pleasure. Everything up to this point has sure felt like “normal”...
But he holds back on making the first move. He merely nods towards the bed, his voice suddenly gaining a sharp edge to it, sounding almost... Commanding.
“on your back.”
He's not asking.
Your eyes widen, and the fingers holding the strap of your top freeze in place. The statement is so simple, yet delivered in a way that is somehow able to leave you breathless. As if subconsciously you comply, rolling over onto your back and already glancing back at him for further instructions.
With three simple words, the power dynamic has been established. You would do exactly what he wanted from now on.
And stars, did you want to.
There's a hint of a smile on Dust's face as he steps yet closer to you. Your breath hitches in anticipation as he climbs on the bed with you, straddling your thighs, and plants one hand on the mattress beside your head to prop himself on top of you. Briefly, your eyes lock with his, before you feel the first touch of his phalanges on your waist.
His hand traces gently across your stomach, from one side to the other, before carefully taking a hold of the hem of your top, starting to pull it upwards and revealing your skin underneath. He continues, phalanges just barely brushing you on the way up, until he reaches the underside of your breasts.
He pauses there, looking into your eyes again. You thought you'd given him enough of a consent already, but just to make sure, you give him a small nod and arch your back to help him finish the job. With a little help from you and your arms already up by your head, it's easy for him to pull your shirt the rest of the way off. As the fabric reaches your wrists, you're just about to grab it and toss it out of the way, before Dust's hand grabs yours, pinning your wrists back into the mattress.
Your eyes lock with his again. There's a spark of defiance rising inside you, to fight back and test the strength of the hold he has on you, but...
If he wants you to behave tonight, you will. He's been so patient with you thus far, and a growing urge to be good for him makes your arms turn limp in his hold.
Dust loosely wraps your top around your wrists to create the world's most ineffective knot, but the expression on your face conveys exactly what he wanted to hear; you would not move your hands unless he told you to. The brief, deep chuckle he responds with tells you that he knows he's got you now.
And he would be right. He's got you damn right hypnotized.
His hand leaves your wrist, confident that your arms will stay in place even without a physical restraint pinning you down. His gaze travels lower, finding your exposed upper body, and with a feather-light touch, his smooth phalanges trace the curve of your breasts, making you arch your back towards his touch in an attempt to feel more of it.
"hmm... eager tonight, huh?" He purrs, and fuck, you could just melt from that voice.
You nod breathlessly, before a bony hand cups your breast, and his skull ducks lower to lick a stripe across the skin, just barely grazing your nipple. The first sensation of his electric magic always startles you a bit, but it quickly turns into even more heat building between your legs.
Dust switches onto the other side, his tongue now circling your right nipple, while the phalanges of his free hand are gently pinching the left one. You feel like you're in heaven and hell at the same time. He's being so gentle with you, and you're not sure if you should be enjoying this rare side of him or if you should beg for him to move faster, because the pace he's going at currently is starting to drive you insane.
Was this his payback for the table incident? If yes, you could settle for a bit more of this, since you know he could make a punishment much more torturous if he wanted to...
It doesnt take long for his teeth to grace against your nipple, making you gasp. Dust's hand gropes your breast, before a deep growl-like sound escapes him, igniting yet another flame right down between your legs. Despite him being extra-patient today, his control only goes so far before it starts to slip.
And, well, it's not exactly a secret that he's a biter as well. Not as much as Horror, but Dust too does enjoy leaving those little marks all over your skin, the biggest ones of which he will apologize for the day after. In fact, the amount of biting has become somewhat of an indicator of how much in control of himself he is during a session – small marks on the skin and maybe a torn pillowcase mean he's lucid and trying his best to stay that way, but if he pushes past the initial sensation of pain and starts talking about how sweet your blood tastes? That's when you're in for a rough ride.
You're used to both. You'd let him have you in any way he wanted.
Today, he seems to be the more stable version of himself, one could even say "in a good mood". His teeth drag across your skin as he nuzzles into the softness of your breasts, only giving small nips here and there. His breathing is heavy against you, almost matching your whines in the amount of desperation. The hand propping him up beside your head is gripping the sheets, while his other travels across your stomach, going lower... Lower...
His hand finds its way between your legs and he cups your sex, making a choked moan escape from both of you almost simultaneously. From you, because he just feels so fucking good, and from him, because he notices immediately how wet you are even through your underwear. Pressing his palm against you he starts rubbing a steady circle, all the while alternating between biting and licking your chest. Your hips roll in time with his hand, and you want to grab him and touch him so bad, make him feel good too, but...
You're not allowed to.
Dust chuckles against your skin. To your blurred consciousness, it sounds like he's genuinely finding something funny, instead of just filling the silence.
"Ah-... W-what's so funny?" You try to ask. Granted, it's a bit hard to talk with his hand pressing against your clit like that...
"just-... heh..." His voice is partially muffled by your skin between his teeth, fortunately sounding just as affected. "...tryin' not to summon. you're makin' it hard."
"Wh-... Whathh?"
He's what? Was that a pun? If this is supposed to be a punishment, why is he torturing himself in the process?
And why did it suddenly get five degrees hotter in here?
With a final sharp bite on your chest, bordering on breaking the skin, Dust pulls away, leaving you looking up at him on the bed with half-lidded eyes, panting, and with your arms dutifully "restrained" above your head. His cheekbones are flushed with lilac, teeth slightly parted with his tongue visible in his mouth, and the front of his pants sure is glowing, but...
Something is missing.
He takes in the sight of you for a moment, before his gaze zeroes in on the ruined fabric covering your wetness. With much less gentleness to it than before, he takes a hold of the waistband and uses just a hint of gravity magic to effortlessly lift your butt off the mattress and pull your underwear down, leaving you naked before him save for the socks covering your legs. The fabric is tossed to the ground and his magic releases, dropping you back on the bed with a small bounce.
Damn. You kinda wish he'd use his magic on you more...
Dust's hands spread your legs, and before you can register what's happening, he leans down and licks a single stripe along your slit. The gasp you let out is one of surprise and pure pleasure, and you're left with the feeling of his magic lingering even without his touch present.
This doesn't seem like that bad of a punishment...
Dust looks up at you from between your legs, the grin audible in his voice.
"mm... tastin' sweet, sugar... almost a shame i got other plans for ya tonight..."
Oh? He's got plans now, huh? That certainly got your attention, along with that talk you so desperately want more of...
"Mmm, what kinda plans?" You all but moan, rolling your hips in what you hoped was an inviting way. And maybe your temptation worked, since he goes in for another lick, rewarding you with another wave of pleasure rushing straight through your body.
Dust groans at the taste of you, and brings one hand to tease the lips between your legs, phalanges gently rubbing up and down, speading your obvious wetness all over your entrance. But no matter how you squirm, he seems determined to take this further at his own pace.
"well, since ya seemed awfully interested in gettin' boned earlier..."
The pun is ignored. The feeling of two of his phalanges sliding inside you is way too distracting.
"...thought i'd come up with an idea on how to give that to ya."
Two knuckles deep in you, he turns his hand and drags his phalanges against your g-spot on his way out. The whine you let out is proof that he knows exactly how to pull those sounds from you, but still, he decides to leave you empty and unsatisfied for now.
Did he talk about boning though? That usually implies a good time...
With your eyes closed and your head tilted back in pleasure, he takes the opportunity to push the arousal-covered digits past your parted lips and against your tongue. And all it takes is two small words from him to get you to obey.
"clean 'em."
And oh, you do. Your lips close and your tongue swivels around the bones, tasting yourself on them. And sure, he didn't tell you to open your eyes and make eye contact with him as you hollowed out your cheeks, but... The reaction on his face tells you that it was a good move.
For a few seconds, he's looking at your lips like he wants to ruin you. He pushes deeper, and as if on instinct, your mouth opens a bit more, your tongue flattening against the bones of his fingers. The eye contact remains, as Dust finds a slow but steady rhythm for his hand, almost deep enough to catch the back of your throat with each push.
He tilts his skull, letting out another small chuckle.
"hmm... this could be fun too..."
The thought is whispered to himself only, you barely hear it. But it's enough to give you another hint towards his "plan", specifically the fact that it seems he hasn't quite figured out all the details yet.
You could certainly give him a few more ideas...
With a small pop, Dust's phalanges withdraw from your mouth. The leftover spit is wiped on your teeth-mark covered chest, before he goes on to remove the makeshift bind from around your wrists. Your top is finally tossed to the floor, but before you can even think about reaching for him, his arm wraps around your middle and he lifts you up into a sitting position to lean against the headboard. Still on his knees, he's just barely taller than you, but the way he grabs your chin to tilt your face towards him reminds you once again of the power dynamic. You're still under his control.
He holds your face in place, grip firm but not rough, and his voice comes out as the monotone you're so used to.
"you good?"
Sure, it's cute that he's checking in, but he better have a damn good reason for delaying the inevitable for so many long seconds...
Brainlessly aroused, you nod as much as his grip allows. It's not a lie, but... You really wish he'd get on with it already.
"gonna do as i say?"
The question is almost rhetorical. Both of you know you would jump off a fucking building right now if he told you to.
"Yes, please Dust..." You whimper in response. You don't even know what you're pleading for. For him to finally tell you what to do, to stop teasing, or to just fuck you senseless into the mattress like you want him to?
You hear his breath hitch at the sound of his name, but other than that, he remains strangely calm. And if you'd been impressed with his self-control thus far, your jaw metaphorically drops to the floor by what he does next.
...
Dust lets go of you and stands up, pulling a chair for himself to sit next to the bed. Almost lazily, he digs through his pocket and finds a cigarette, which is placed between his teeth and lit up with a spark of fire magic. He takes a drag, blowing the smoke out in a white cloud...
And he still. Hasn't. Summoned.
Did he jerk off five times before teleporting in here to achieve this state or what the hell is happening?
"so, as cute as ya look... thought i'd just watch today. at least for now." Dust starts. The hand not holding his cigarette (the right one, the one you'd just licked your own cum off of) is lifted in front of his face.
"let's see if i can do this right..." He mutters to himself.
Inhaling another puff of smoke, he seems to be concentrating hard on the subtle movements of his free hand. After a moment, there's a crackle of magic in the air, which causes the fine hairs on your arms to stand up. Somehow, it feels similar to how his magic acts when he's in the middle of a battle...
No... He can't be-...
Your eyes widen, all your predictions of tonight's course of actions being thrown out of the window as you watch a bone materializing in his hand. A bone attack, that is – glowing lilac, probably deadly if Dust so decided. The sight of it alone would've been enough to sound the alarm bells, but the real issue with the object was the way it was shaped – less like his usual sharp daggers and more like a...
No. Fucking. Way. A blunt, lilac, suspiciously phallic-shaped bone attack – coupled with him saying he wanted to watch?
Yup. It was all starting to click into place.
Ever since summoning the bone, Dust's eyelights have been hyperfocused on you. He observes your reaction closely as you slowly figure out his "plan", the grin spreading on his face bordering on smug. Eventually, he glances at the makeshift-dildo in his hand, turning it around, and he looks so proud of his work it's almost annoying.
"took a while to figure it out, most of 'em ended up sharp enough to go through a brick wall or two. wanna know what the trick was?"
You aren't sure if you want to know. You say nothing as you continue staring at it in disbelief.
"turned out i had to really visualize what it'd be used for... though, gotta say, had a pretty fun time with that..." His eyelights travel back up to your face and he has the audacity to wink at you.
Your brain tries its best to tell you that this is a bad idea, but the rest of your body betrays you, as you feel yourself getting even wetter from the mental image of Dust getting turned on while planning this whole thing out.
"That's not going inside me, right?" You try, despite already knowing the answer you're gonna get.
"oh, it will." Dust states, leaning towards you and casually offering the object for you to take. On instinct you flinch away from his hand, and you feel that your anxiety is justified – he's killed people with these things...
He tsks, otherwise ignoring your reaction.
"remember what ya promised me?"
...That you'd do as he says.
Your eyes dart between his eyelights and the bone attack aimed towards you. You've never felt more naked in your entire life.
As if sensing your dilemma, Dust half-whispers to you in a tone that contrasts the role he's been playing thus far.
"go on. s' not gonna hurt ya."
It's as if he's stepping out of character for those few words – it's supposed to feel reassuring, and you know he wouldn't lie to you or try to purposefully hurt you, but...
Still, your hand trembles as you slowly reach towards it. As if the thing in his hand was made of something burning hot, you quickly poke at it with a finger once.
The texture surprises you. It's hard, almost like glass.
You poke at it again, lingering for just half a second.
Well, your finger hasn't been cut off, so maybe it is indeed as body-safe as Dust claims. Convinced that your hand isn't going to stop existing when doing so, you take the bone from his hand and bring it closer to your face for further examination.
It's glowing with enough power to light your face with a faint purple hue. There's some magical resonance to it, but definitely not as much as... The "real thing". It's a bit smaller too, both in circumference and length. (Of course he wouldn't make a fake-dick that's bigger than his, duh...)
With it safely in your hand now, it really resembles more a beginner size glass dildo rather than an intimidating murder-weapon, causing your nervousness to melt away. This was his plan the whole time?
Dust stays quiet as you get familiar with his "gift" to you. He continues smoking casually, elbow leaning against the armrest of the chair, and he doesn't even try to hide how he's staring at your body, alternating between the collection of forming bruises on your chest and your still dripping pussy. For once he seems to not be in any rush, letting you take his time while he's definitely taking his.
You turn your gaze back towards him. The front of his pants glows, but he's still unformed.
Ditch the punishment. Your mission now is to get him hard.
Holding the magical dildo in your hand as if you were holding the base of his cock, you lick a long stripe along the "shaft" while keeping direct eye contact with him. Another small cloud of smoke escapes from between his teeth and his skull tilts, eyelights now laser-focused on your actions. Your tongue circles the tip, before your take the head between your lips – and if you really focus on it, it does kind of feel like what you're imagining having in your mouth, but just... Less. Less girth, less tingling, less him.
But for now, you're having way too much fun teasing him back to care about that. You take the bone deep in your mouth once, before releasing it with a similar pop that his phalanges left your mouth with a few moments ago. You waste no more time teasing yourself as you bring your hand and the "toy" with it lower, and with a quick rub around your entrance, you manage to get the tip wet enough to be able to slide it in. There's little to no resistance, thanks to Dust's work from before.
And no, he didn't explicitly tell you to do this, but it wouldn't hurt to take initiative for a bit, right?
"good... keep goin'." Dust encourages you, some smoke escaping from between his teeth as he speaks.
Judging by that, he definitely doesn't seem to disagree with your decision.
Very deliberately, you spread your legs wider to allow him a better view, as you start slowly pushing the toy in and out. Your head falls back, and the sounds you make resemble the ones that he's so talented at pulling out of you. And while this doesn't feel nearly as good as the real thing, there's something about the setting that manages to be impossible arousing to you right now.
"yeah, that's it..." Dust breathes, and the sound of fabric rustling snaps your gaze back towards him. Your eyes settle onto his groin, just in time to see the magic there materialize into a solid object.
Well, that didn't take long. Then again, he'd supposedly been holding back all this time, so it wasn't exactly a surprise that the newly summoned cock that he's freeing from his pants is already leaking with pre-cum, the beads of it dripping down his shaft much like your arousal was starting to coat the toy between your legs.
Fucking stars this was hot.
"Dust..." You moan. A part of you wants this torture to end and for him to just fuck you already, but there's a side of you that's curious about how far both of you are able to drag this on.
Using his own pre-cum for lube, Dust takes himself in his hand, and you decide that there's no way you're looking away even if he suddenly told you to. And luckily, he doesn't. The glow of his dick is visible through the knuckles of his phalanges as he slowly starts to stroke himself up and down to the sight of you. The cigarette between his teeth is half-abandoned, with only an occasional puff of smoke escaping as he seems to remember its existance.
His soft sighs and your quiet whimpering fill the room, and you're not sure which one of you is trying to match the rhythm of the other. Either way, the pace picks up just the smallest bit, leaving you both wanting for so much more. Or, you assume he does too, if all the leaking he's doing is any indication...
Eventually, you gather enough lucidity to notice that Dust's free hand is... Glowing. Faintly, but it definitely is.
Waaait a minute...
"D-... Don't tell me this thing is s-somehow connected to you? Like, you can feel me through it or something?"
The thought only occurred to you now. You weren't a magic expert after all, and you definitely wouldn't put it past him to have a trick like this up his sleeve.
"nah." He shrugs, resuming a lazy pace with his fist. "...but i can control it if i want to."
The words have no time to register, as the phalanges of his free hand twitch, causing the bone in your hand to suddenly be shoved a minimum of three inches deeper inside you. You gasp, loud, and both your hands grip the sheets beside your legs on instinct. You look down to where the toy is buried in you, and only then the realization starts to hit you.
He can control it.
Of course he can. He's probably extremely proficient in doing so too, judging by the "thrust", way too powerful for your hand to stand a chance against it, but still hitting that spot inside you with perfect accuracy. And judging by his grin, he's been waiting for a while for you to ask that question to finally be able to show off his skills.
As you're processing this new information, you watch in disbelief as the toy stars moving again, in and out of you all on its own. Your gaze flicks back to his free hand, and as expected, the phalanges are subtly moving in sync with what you're feeling inside you.
Ohhh no...
"startin' to like it, huh?" Dust chuckles.
By the way the hand gripping his cock has stilled, it seems to take a lot of concentration from him to be able to keep the bone in his control. Right now, it looks like he hasn't yet figured out how to multitask.
"It-... It's good, but... N-not as good as how you would feel~..."
You're trying your best to be seductive with it – maybe there's still a chance he'll give in?
Dust finally discards the almost fully burnt out cigarette between his teeth on the ashtray on his bedside table.
"mm-hm, that's the point of it..."
Ah. So this is a punishment of sorts.
Your reply comes out as an incomprehensable moan due to him angling the toy to press right against you g-spot again and picking up the pace. How is he so damn good at this...
"ya want more? beg for it."
He doesn't need to tell you twice.
"P-please Dust, please, I need you... I-... Ah... Need more..."
The rhythm inside you stutters, and you hear a grunt in response to your pleads.
"fuck..." He breathes, taking in the sight of you before him, naked, dripping wet and begging for him to take you. The pleasure inside you keeps building, until he slows down, waay down, and the bone pulls out from you and levitates through the air back to his hand, practically dripping with your juices. You suddenly feel so empty.
"get on your knees. i wanna fuck your mouth." Dust speaks with a voice that oozes barely restrained lust. He stands up, and you're already eagerly crawling towards the edge of the bed. He stops you by grabbing your hair when you're on your hands and knees facing him, and all it takes is a light tug downwards to get your mouth level with his crotch, your elbows on the bed and your ass sticking up in the air.
But just as you're about to open your mouth to finally taste him on your tongue...
"wait."
As if on instinct, you freeze. The submissive state he's got you in is still very much present, practically forcing you to obey what he says.
You follow his command, feeling the hand in your hair let go as it returns to grip his shaft again. There's a moment of silence that makes your body shiver with anticipation, before you feel the familiar object press against your entrance again, from behind this time. You gasp, but stay still despite wanting desperately to push backwards to it, and your patience is rewarded with the toy slowly making its way inside you again. Your eyes roll back, it feels so good, yet so frustratingly not as good as how he would feel...
Your mouth opens in a silent gasp, and Dust takes the opportunity to push himself past your lips, the electrifying taste of him suddenly filling your senses. You almost forgot that this is the first time he's actually feeling you today, but the soul-deep groan that leaves him, one of pent up arousal, reminds you of that fact quickly – as well as how hard he is, he's desire for you evident in the way his magic sparks against your tongue. Your lips wrap around him and his cock twitches inside your mouth, forcing him to roll his hips forwards to get just a bit deeper.
For too long for you to not notice, the toy inside your pussy has stilled. He's so bad at multitasking it's almost adorable...
After a few deliberate deep breaths, he's able to focus enough to make the toy move again, his free hand returning to the back of your head. Apart from the hand controlling his magic inside you, he stays still, letting you do the oral work for now.
"that's it... keep goin'..." He groans, and you're so happy that he's feeling vocal today. "...think you could cum like this?"
You're tempted to tell him no, just because you want him to replace the toy so fucking bad.
But he'd know if you lied. Therefore, you nod while keeping him in your mouth, sucking in the way you know he likes it, with your tongue dragging along the underside. You take pride in the way your actions make him pant out his next words.
"i'll take care of this..." He punctuates the statement with another flex of his phalanges that forces the toy deeper in you, and you swear you almost see stars. "...and you're gonna touch yourself for me, yeah? that'll get ya there?"
You suppose that getting his dick inside your pussy is off the table for today.
But maybe there is something else you could beg for...
Your hand reaches between your legs, finding your clit, and you moan around him to signal you want your mouth unoccupied for a few seconds. Dust pulls back, just enough to leave the string of drool / pre-cum hanging between you unbroken.
"Yeah... Just-... Keep talking."
That is something that will definitely "get you there". He's not the most talkative of the trio (no prices for guessing who that title belongs to), but it's worth a try – you know he's got it in him if he feels up for it...
"...Please?" You look up towards him and throw in some puppy eyes for good measure.
"yeah?" He breathes, watching you lick another drop of pre-cum from his tip. You nod, before your mouth sinks down on him again, resuming your double-goal to get both of you off like this.
Dust's skull falls back, baring his neck vertebrae to you.
"ffuuuck..."
Yep. You're not gonna last long if he keeps moaning like that.
You hum around him, encouraging him to keep going. It's a cycle that feeds on itself; the more you work him towards his climax, the more he groans and throbs inside you, the movements of the magical toy inside you growing more sloppy and uncontrolled, in turn getting you closer to your peak.
Dust looks back down at you and the grip in your hair tightens, and you're not sure how he manages to simultaneously thrust into your mouth, keep up the pace of the toy and deliver some of the most panty-dropping dirty talk you've heard from him all at once, but you love it. Guess he learned how to multitask after all.
"heh-, you like this, huh? ya like hearin' how pretty ya look havin' your holes filled by me?"
You whine around him in response. Keep going...
"you're takin' it so well... gonna be a good girl and-, ah fuck-... cum all over my magic when i tell ya to?"
His words are like liquid heat travelling to each nerve ending in your body. The sensation is so much, the pressure on your clit, the smooth glide of the toy – his magic – against your most sensitive spots, and the feeling of his cock throbbing against your tongue...
"fuck-, you're gettin' me close..." His voice is strained, his hips stuttering in their rhythm. As you start to struggle to keep the pace up, he stills himself halfway in your mouth, and you distantly notice the way he's trembling from the effort to hold himself back.
"you're gonna cum for me now, sugar. ready?"
His words are panted out and rushed – he can feel how close you are, and can't take it for much longer either. You whine what sounds distantly like an affirmative answer, which turns into a muffled moan as the pace of the toy inside you picks up, thrusting perfectly against your sweet spot with a clear intention. Your own hand circles your clit, and you're so wet and so ready and so close, and you just need him to tell you to-
"go. m' right behind ya."
Don't bite him.
It's the only rational thought going through your mind as the walls of your pussy clamp around the toy, and your hips push back against it so far it disappears inside you. Your screams are muffled by Dust shallowly rutting against your tongue, and despite the convulsions of pleasure your orgasm brings, you manage to keep his cock inside your mouth, unharmed.
During your comedown, you vaguely realize that the bone has stopped moving. It's still buried inside you, but Dust is clearly becoming occupied with something else to do anything about it for now.
"fuck-, hold still-, m' gonna cum in your mouth..." He manages to warn you, spoken so fast and out of breath you're barely able to make sense of the words.
He starts thrusting deeper, basically throat-fucking you, and in your post-orgasm state you're way too out of it to not choke. But it seems that Dust doesn't mind, in fact perhaps it's your struggling that prolongs his climax, his posture hunched as your face is pulled right up against his pelvis despite there not being enough room in your mouth for both his cock and the amount of cum he starts unloading into you. The thick magical liquid shoots against the back of your throat and Dust groans long and deep, continuing to roll his hips all the way through his orgasm, the grip on your hair keeping your face in place.
You can't even begin to try to swallow it all. The only way to survive this is to keep your throat slack and try to focus on breathing.
He's barely back down to earth as he pulls out, making half of the cum inside your mouth pour down your chin. The hand in your hair pulls backwards to make your watery eyes meet his gaze, and the expression on his face is downright sinful.
"you look so. fuckin'. good like this." He almost growls, swiping through the mess on your chin with his thumb to bring some of it right back into your mouth. You're almost sure that your body can't physically take more, but that doesn't stop your swollen lips from closing around the digit, wanting to taste every single drop he's willing to give you.
Your jaw is sore. Your neck is sore. The magical dick in front of you fades out of existance, along with the bone toy -thing that was left stuck inside you. It would be a weird feeling, if you hadn't been so used to his dick desummoning in a similar way.
That reminds you...
"Mmm... Can I have you next time?" You ask with his thumb still halfway in your mouth, batting your eyelashes for the effect.
Dust huffs out a brief laugh, still working to catch his breath. You suppose that the constant use of magic has also tired him out more than usual.
"i dunno... gonna tease me during work again?" He returns the question with a tilt of his skull.
Oh. So this was about that. At least he's finally admitting to having been teased...
"I meaan... This wasn't that bad of a punishment, maybe I wanna see where you take it next time?" You giggle, biting your lower lip. You know you're walking on thin ice with this, but hell, you've been in a flirty mood the whole day anyways...
Dust stares down at you. He's still, barely breathing, and his eyelights hold your gaze with an intensity that borders on threatening. But if making you feel like a scared, helpless victim below him is his goal, the only thing it's causing is for the throbbing between your legs to intensify, as if your orgasm and the pseudo-fucking he just gave you did nothing.
With a reaction like that? You're so gonna tease him during work again.