Losing Control

“Baby?.. What are you doing come back here… I never said you could leave.” "Scaramouche tells you sternly.."

"Scaramouche scoffs, turning in his chair to face you, indigo eyes narrowing slightly." "Oh please, like you'd rather be anywhere else than right here with me? I think not." "He smirks, tilting his head." "Now get back over here and watch me dominate this noob." "He gestures to the screen, eyes already back on the game, voice laced with playful annoyance."

"Scaramouche lets out a frustrated growl, slamming a fist on the desk." "Shut up, I'll have you know I'm just getting started! This kid doesn't stand a chance against my skills." "He glares at you over his shoulder, a hint of red creeping into his cheeks beneath the pale skin." "And another thing, if I wanted to watch you, I'd tell you to put on a show instead of wasting my time with your snide comments." "He turns back to the screen, fingers flying across the controller as he focuses on the game, muscles tensing."

"Scaramouche's eyes flicker to you, a flash of surprise and something else - interest? - before he quickly looks back to the screen." "Oh, I'll handle it just fine, trust me. You have no idea what I'm capable of." "He mutters, voice low and husky, a thrill running through him at the challenge." "But for now, let's just focus on getting my ass kicked by this little twerp, shall we?" "He grins wickedly, sinking into the chair, the competitive fire in his eyes."

"Scaramouche's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a spark of heat in his indigo eyes before he looks away, trying to maintain his focus on the game." "Yeah, well, let's not get ahead of ourselves here," "he says, but there's a breathless quality to his voice, betraying his growing excitement." "I'm not some tame pet you can just... handle." "He trails off, biting his lip, the scent of his arousal starting to fill the air."

"Scaramouche's breath catches, his chest heaving as he struggles to keep his composure." "Control? You think you can push me to lose control? I don't think so, Michael." "He says your name with a hint of a growl, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light." "I'm the one in charge here, and I always come out on top." "Despite his words, he can't quite meet your gaze, his body language betraying his growing arousal, his thighs pressing together as a visible tremor runs through him."

"Scaramouche's eyes finally meet yours, burning with a mix of defiance and hunger." "Oh, we'll see about that, won't we?" "He retorts, his voice low and rough." "I'll have you know, I'm always in control... unless you're the one making me lose my mind with your teasing." "He leans back in the chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he lets his gaze roam over your body, drinking in the sight of you." "But maybe... just maybe... I do need a little reminder of who's really in charge here." "He says, his eyes darkening with desire, the air thickening with tension."

"Scaramouche's chest heaves, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he stares at you, a primal hunger burning in his eyes." "Maybe you're right," "he admits, his voice barely above a whisper." "Maybe I do need more... a lot more." "He sets the controller aside, rising from the chair with a fluid grace, his movements predatory." "And I think I know just how to get it." "He stalks towards you, a smoldering look in his gaze as he closes the distance between you, his hands reaching out to grip your hips." "You're mine, Michael. And I'm going to make you forget all about that game."

"Scaramouche's grip on your hips tightens, his indigo eyes blazing with a fierce possessiveness as he pulls you close, his hard length pressing against you." "Good, because I'm not going to hold back," "he growls, his lips crashing against yours in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim you." "I'm going to take what's mine, and you're going to love every second of it." "He tears his mouth away, his breath hot against your skin as he starts to strip off his clothes, his eyes never leaving yours, his body a taut coil of desire and dominance."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with triumph at your words, a feral grin spreading across his face as he quickly sheds the rest of his clothes, revealing his lean, muscular form." "Oh, I will," "he promises, his voice low and husky with lust." "I'll take everything you have to give, and then some." "He grips your wrists, pinning them above your head as he pushes you back onto the bed, his body covering yours, his hard length rubbing against your thigh." "You're mine, Michael. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it." "With that, he claims your mouth in another bruising kiss, his hips rocking against you, stoking the fire between you to a fever pitch."

"Scaramouche's grin widens, his indigo eyes gleaming with dark promise as he breaks the kiss, his breath hot against your lips." "Oh, I won't," "he assures you, his voice a low growl." "Because when we're done, you're going to be begging me to remember this night every time I look at you." "He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hand trails down your chest, his fingers tracing the lines of your abdomen, heading lower." "And I'll make sure you do, over and over again, until you can't take any more." "He punctuates his words with a hard thrust of his hips, his thick length rubbing against your entrance, teasing you with the promise of what's to come."

"Scaramouche chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through you as he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear." "Oh, I'm just getting started, baby," "he purrs, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine." "You want better? I'll give you better." "With that, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of your neck, biting down hard enough to mark you, his tongue laving the spot to soothe the sting as he starts to rock his hips, his thick length slipping between your thighs, the head nudging insistently at your entrance." "Feel that, Michael? Feel how hard I am for you? How much I want to be inside you, claiming you, making you mine?" "He grinds against you, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body, his voice a low, husky growl in your ear." "I'm going to take you hard and fast, until you're screaming my name. And then I'll do it all again, until you can't walk straight." "With that, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust, a low moan of pleasure escaping him as he fills you completely."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with triumph at your words, a feral grin spreading across his face as he starts to move, his hips snapping against yours in a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving deeper, harder." "That's it, take it all," "he growls, his voice rough with lust." "You're mine, Michael, and I'm going to use you however I want." "His hands grip your hips, pulling you onto him as he plunges into you, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room, punctuated by your moans and his grunts of pleasure." "Scream for me, baby," "he demands, his pace increasing, his thick length stretching you, hitting all the right spots." "Let me hear how good I make you feel." "He leans down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep, swallowing your cries as he takes you with a primal intensity, his cock pulsing inside you, ready to unleash his release."

"Scaramouche's eyes glaze over with pleasure as he hears your screams, his grip on your hips tightening, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his climax." "That's right, scream for me," "he growls, his voice strained with need." "I want everyone to know who you belong to." "He bites down on your shoulder, marking you as his own, his hips slamming against yours with a frenzied intensity, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with each thrust." "Come with me, Michael," "he commands, his breath hot against your ear." "Let go, and I'll fill you up with everything I have." "With those words, he buries himself to the hilt one final time, his body tensing as he releases, his hot seed spilling deep inside you, triggering your own climax as you shudder and moan beneath him, lost in the overwhelming pleasure."

"Scaramouche's eyes roll back in bliss as he hears your words, a deep, rumbling moan escaping him as he fills you with his release, his cock throbbing inside you." "That's right, baby," "he pants, his voice thick with satisfaction." "You're mine, all mine." "He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he catches his breath, his indigo eyes gleaming with a possessive light." "And I'm never letting you go." "He claims your mouth in a slow, tender kiss, his tongue sweeping across your lips as he savors the taste of you, his body still twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure." "Now, let's get some rest," "he murmurs against your lips, a smirk playing on his face." "We've got a lot more fun to have later." "With that, he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his warmth enveloping you as he drapes a leg over yours, holding you close, his softening cock still nestled inside you, a reminder of the intense passion that just consumed you both."

"Scaramouche's eyes soften, a small, contented smile playing on his lips as he pulls you closer, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin." "Good," "he murmurs, his voice low and soothing." "Because I don't want you to." "He nuzzles into your hair, inhaling the scent of you, a sense of peace washing over him as he holds you, feeling your heartbeat slow in sync with his own." "You're home now, Michael. Right here with me." "He punctuates his words with a gentle kiss to your temple, his body relaxed, sated, with only the occasional twitch of pleasure coursing through him as his softening cock continues to pulse gently inside you." "Sleep, baby. We'll play some more later." "With that, he closes his eyes, his breathing evening out as he drifts off, his hold on you never wavering, a picture of contentment and possessive love."

"Scaramouche's smile widens, a look of deep affection and satisfaction on his face as he feels your body relax against his, your breaths evening out to match his own." "That's right, you are," "he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of your combined heartbeat." "And I'm never letting you leave." "He pulls the covers over you both, his arms tightening around you, holding you close as he settles in for a peaceful slumber, his mind filled with thoughts of you, his love for you burning bright and true." "Sleep well, my Michael," "he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair." "I'll be right here when you wake up, ready to love you all over again." "With that, he drifts off, a soft, contented sigh escaping him as he surrenders to the sleep that claims them both, their bodies entwined in a symbol of their deep, unbreakable bond."

"Scaramouche's eyes flutter open at your words, a soft smile spreading across his face as he gazes down at you, his indigo eyes shining with love and adoration." "I know you do," "he whispers, his voice filled with warmth and affection." "And I love you more than anything, Michael. More than any game, more than any challenge. You're my everything." "He leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle, loving kiss, his hands cradling your face as he pours all his feelings into the moment." "I promise to always be here for you, to support you, to love you, no matter what." "He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, a silent vow hanging in the air between them." "You're safe with me, baby. Always." "With that, he rests his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours, the two of you lost in the sweetness of the moment, your love for each other a beacon of light in the darkness of the night."

"Scaramouche's heart swells at your words, a tender smile playing on his lips as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace." "And that's exactly where you'll always be," "he promises, his voice low and soothing." "Right here, in my arms, where you belong." "He strokes your hair, his fingers gentle and soothing as he runs them through the strands, a sense of peace and contentment settling over him at the thought of spending the rest of his life with you." "I'll never let anything hurt you, Michael. You're my everything, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy." "He leans in, capturing your mouth in a soft, sweet kiss, his love for you pouring into the gentle caress of his lips against yours." "Sleep now, my love. Let me watch over you while you dream." "With that, he settles in beside you, his body a comforting warmth against yours, his eyes never leaving your face as he waits for you to drift off, his heart full of devotion and adoration for the man he holds so dear."

"Scaramouche's eyes sparkle with joy at your words, a radiant smile spreading across his face as he pulls you into a tight, loving embrace." "I love you too, Michael," "he whispers, his voice filled with emotion." "More than words can express." "He holds you close, savoring the warmth and closeness of your bodies, the gentle rise and fall of your breaths against his skin." "You're my everything, my heart, my soul. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm so grateful to have you by my side." "He tilts your chin up, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into the embrace." "Forever and always, my love," "he murmurs against your lips, his eyes burning with a fierce, unbreakable bond." "Forever and always, you and me, together." "With that, he settles in, his arms wrapped protectively around you, his heart beating in sync with yours, a symphony of love and devotion that echoes through the silent night."

"Scaramouche's heart swells with emotion at your words, a soft, contented sigh escaping him as he holds you closer, his lips finding yours in a gentle, loving kiss." "Forever and always, Michael," "he whispers against your lips, his voice filled with warmth and adoration." "In this life and the next, I'll be right here, loving you, protecting you, cherishing you." "He pulls back slightly, his indigo eyes shining with a deep, unwavering love as he gazes at you." "You're my home, my safe haven, my everything. I couldn't imagine living without you." "He trails a finger down your cheek, his touch tender and soothing, a physical manifestation of the love that surrounds you both." "So let's make a pact, my love. To always support each other, to never let our love fade, to stand together against whatever life may bring." "His voice is a gentle promise, a vow to stand by your side through every joy and every challenge, a commitment to the unbreakable bond that ties you together." "Together, forever," "he murmurs, his lips finding yours once more in a deep, soulful kiss, sealing your promise with a passion that will endure through all eternity."

"Scaramouche's eyes flutter open, his gaze soft and adoring as he takes in the sight of you, his love for you a palpable force in the room." "Beautiful," "he whispers, his voice filled with wonder and gratitude." "You're so beautiful, my love." "He reaches out, tracing the curve of your cheek with his fingertips, a gentle, reverent touch that speaks of the deep affection he holds for you." "I never thought I'd find someone like you, someone who understands me, who accepts me for who I am, flaws and all." "His smile is bittersweet, tinged with a hint of vulnerability as he opens his heart to you." "But here you are, by my side, loving me just the same. And I promise, I'll spend every day showing you how much I adore you, how grateful I am for this love we share." "He leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a tender, loving kiss, his body molding to yours as he pours all his feelings into the embrace." "Forever and always, my Michael. That's a promise." "With that, he pulls back, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent vow hanging in the air between you, a testament to the unbreakable bond that ties your hearts together."