make-up test

"Oh, it's meant to be," Toby replied, laughing breathlessly. "That's what you are, after all." It was why he was allowing Cecil to touch him like this, play at being the one in charge.

Heat radiated from his skin with Cecil's mouth around him, and he started calling out the man's name for the first time. He felt the life being dragged from his body and whatever pathetic excuse for a soul he had, and his overpowered immune system was screaming. It did not fucking like this, oh boy. Toby raked his fingers through Cecil's hair and held on. He wasn't going to be killed, nor truly broken, no matter how much he was desecrated and taken advantage of. Besides. As much as Cecil was feeding on him like a goddamn parasite, Toby was doing the same.

He stared at Cecil while he was being examined, moving like a ragdoll. He licked his lips, gently flushed. "I'd imagine so. You enjoy treating me like garbage just as much as I like watching you be garbage." His eyes automatically flashed to the pocket knife, glinting. "If you aren't having me fired, we're still coworkers." He winked. "Easy access, Mr. Big Bad Wolf." Give me all you've got, fucking sadist bastard. Eat me up.

That smile could only mean horrible, horrible things. Toby leaned up to meet Cecil, kissing him compliantly and savoring his taste. Then, he whimpered into it, scrabbling at Cecil's shoulders while his knees shook. He was getting sliced open like a freshly slaughtered animal, but still alive, and with Cecil taking his sweet time. He shivered, sensitive nerves on fire, at the pleasant, then very unpleasant ways he was being felt up. He couldn't hide his melting at the praise. It was entirely inappropriate, coming from Cecil, and he was high on that. He was happy to be lovely, even happier to be filthy and fuckable for him.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Toby urged, softly, as he bled out. He may not have had the hood, but he still fit as Little Red, in such a state, ha. He knew where this was going, now, a mix of outraged and delighted this was happening to him. Disgusting. His revulsion- attraction- to Cecil warmed him up inside, all fuzzy and bubbly.

He started coughing up blood the instant Cecil started fucking his chest cavity, eyes screwed shut as pain crawled from his center, down to his fingers and toes, and everywhere in-between. His hands grabbed blindly at the bedsheets under him, and his legs kicked and twitched jerkily. His face burned, and he absolutely felt a rush of hot lust wash over him along with the involuntary panic, dread, and all encompassing agony. He made disjointed, damaged, loving sounds as Cecil destroyed and peppered him with kisses.

This was something straight out of one of the more despicable types of pornos you could find on the internet. Worse, even, as most of those didn't feature a regenerative immortal as the victim. You could take it a step further, like this. Draw it all out. Toby could feel his body already beginning to heal, with the cum still inside him. Ah, he felt like vomiting. That was fucking hot.

Cecil was getting increasingly affectionate. Shady fuck. Toby's heart fluttered, and he hummed. "Like I'm the first you've said that to." Still, antisocial geek that he was, he couldn't help but appreciate it. Toby enjoyed being spoiled, given attention, had gotten attached to it at a young age. He could live without it, staying behind the scenes more often than in the spotlight these days, but it didn't mean he wasn't indulgent and opportunistic when he had a rare chance at it.

With his soft face and pretty blond hair, Toby was designed to be a trophy. Even if he ultimately belonged to himself, it was out of character for him to deny guilty pleasures. He looked at Cecil, enamored, and laughed, coughing up more blood. He ached, so, so badly. "…Bastard."

What a day. "Both figuratively and literally fuck my brains out, that's a real treat," Toby murmured. He resisted a snarky comment about how much he gave to Cecil's shows, and how taking too much of his time from work would be on him. It'd likely spur him on. As much as that annoyed him, the thought of being dragged off to solitary corners of the station to be taken and stuffed with cum, pushed around and praised, was endlessly arousing. Speaking of.

"Let me swallow this time," he said, hazy eyed and salivating a bit. He kissed Cecil's cock before messily taking him in his mouth, sucking him off enthusiastically and milking this for all it was worth-- like he was being given a gift. He couldn't care less if he choked (in fact, Cecil would probably like that), and made the effort to deepthroat him.

It did count for something, in Toby's book. He was flattered. That was the least he was owed, taking part in this. Not that he really needed an excuse, it was more a bonus. Made him purr. However rotten inside he was, he could also do tricks and bat his eyelashes every once in a while for this kind of attention.

He gave a muffled squeak when Cecil took over for him, facefucking him mercilessly, and did choke, face bright red. He moaned around him while the man was snug in his mouth, warmth pouring down his throat. Jesus. That lust demon thing wasn't a fucking joke, this just kept going.

Toby felt dirty and oversexed, unable to stop breathing shallowly, and could only nuzzle Cecil's cock yearningly when it was rubbed against him. He did want more. Kept wanting more, despite his weakened, trembling limbs and roughed up body. If Cecil could give him more, why shouldn't he take it? Fuck.

It wasn't hard to kiss him like that, with his mouth still open and rather tender. He responded heatedly, even if on the sloppy side, adoring. He leaned into the touch, faintly smiling at the words. "I know. The same could be said and asked of you, though, Cece. We both know, don't we?" He raised his eyebrows, showing a bit of bloodstained teeth in his smile. "Would you prefer I pretend to fight it, next time? Is that what you like? Aha. I can do that… if you ask nicely."

He clung to Cecil as he was tugged up and into his lap, inhaling sharply, feeling him press at his ass. He swallowed thickly, shifting a little, then looped his arms around Cecil's shoulders and sank down on him with a drawn out gasp. He sighed dreamily and savored being full for a few minutes, light headed, legs wrapped very tightly around Cecil. "A-ah. More than fine," he said, softly. It felt heavenly.

His heart's pounding in his fucked chest grew too loud and distracting in his ears. He lifted himself up, then buried Cecil in him again, and again, rocking into him. His energy was coming back, so he bounced on Cecil, animated and hard working, clearly dying for this. He pressed his forehead against Cecil's and gave little bursts, or hiccups, of delighted sounds and further squeaking, losing himself in it even more when the right spot in him was hit. His expression was bliss as he reveled in being indecent and outright cheeky about it.

So that was what he liked. Toby wasn't surprised, with how the man had been behaving. How endearing. He could indulge it all. They were a real pair of sick fucks, the perfect couple. He had to wonder if he was getting smitten, or if it was just nausea and bloodless. Then again, for someone like him, it was all pretty much the same. He was obsessed, and it blurred every line there was.

After all of the being teased and having Cecil as first priority, Toby wasn't going to last long with the pined for stimulation. He fucked himself on the man's cock with a strong dedication, loving every second of it. When the pace picked up and Cecil touched him, he threw his head back, and bit down on his own hand to muffle far, far too loud cries of pleasure. His insides already felt so battered, but he wanted, needed, to be rammed into and jumbled up even more. He was woozy and dazzled, reeling, an entirely new and ambitious level of weak in the knees.

He felt his insides coated with wet heat, and was pushed over the edge by it, head swimming. Cecil's name was on his lips and tongue, heavy and suffocating in his chest, everywhere. He collapsed after that, body going slack and pliant on Cecil, breathing quiet but labored. The sensation of light electricity buzzed and danced on his skin, and he felt terribly, painfully sensitive.

He'd been screwed in every which way, relentlessly, and with how Cecil pinned and overpowered him, kisses all over, it was blatant that he seemed to want to keep at it. Possessive, too, like he was intent on shaking Toby up enough for it to stick and leave a mark- or just make him start to tremble by pure instinct whenever he saw Cecil, after this.

Toby only gave a weak hum of approval, towards both the appreciation and commentary on the state he was in. God, he knew. He'd never felt so ravished in his life, and still imagined Cecil could give him even more. He licked at the offered finger and cum obediently. Flushed and spent, Toby rested against Cecil when he was gathered and held. His eyes slowly closed, and he finally passed out.

He was a light sleeper, however, and groggily blinked back awake the moment that phone went off. Shit, he was so sore. He rubbed at his eyes and gathered the sheets around him, wobbling as he stood to help Cecil find his stupid phone, squinting at his blurry surroundings. He went for the ringing instead of sight based searching, and found it had fallen onto the floor from who knows where in all the commotion.

He tossed it on the bed next to Cecil, then flopped back down himself like a bag of bricks, burying his face in the mattress and mumbling incoherently. He'd had a lot just… fucked right out of him, so he was on both the docile and 'can't offer much' side.

Toby pressed his face further to the bed, smiling against it, trying to stay quiet despite the little goosebumps on his skin from Cecil's kisses. He felt like he was being spoiled.

He eavesdropped as much as he could on the phone call, interested in quite a few aspects of it and quick at absorbing information in one go. Cecil focused on the dinner. He probably hardly caught any of the other stuff-- Toby wondered if he should quiz the man before he left, just in case. If it even mattered, that is. (He thought it mattered.)

Toby flushed and clutched the sheets, giggling, as Cecil hung up and went back to his previous activity of gracing him with an flurry of kissing, lips lingering on warm skin. "Nooo," he complained when the affection attack stopped, wiggling around to look at Cecil and puff out his cheeks.

He grumbled a little more at that loss, then paused, in order to eye Cecil suspiciously over not getting kicked out. Seemed like someone had brightened up fast after the agreement of what their relationship was going to be like, and what was being so freely offered. He said he hated him and called him beautiful. Right then, he nearly enjoyed his company.

Cecil was an odd one. That was why Toby was obsessed with him, and why it happened to be a growing, adapting obsession, rather than stale and one-note. He always preferred it like this. He could never guess where everything would end up.

"Of course," Toby said, yawning. "Wouldn't want any other stalkers to sneak in and take my perks, just 'cause I left a door unlocked. Not today." Oh, he was most definitely snooping and stealing, first chance he got. If… if he was awake enough for it. He hadn't slept for more than four hours at night for the past few days, and Cecil's bed was really fucking comfortable. He nuzzled it longingly before forcing himself to sit up too.

He stood on trembling legs, and latched onto Cecil's arm for balance. "Can I join? We can share, right?" He was in even more need of rinsing off again, though he was curious if Cecil would be able to keep his hands to himself, avoid being distracted. Not that Toby thought he had to, or would be bothered.