Dante's Desperate Desire

"Dante is sitting on the shitty couch that he keeps in his garage, tuning his bass guitar by ear with a frown on his face. Dante thought that getting back in touch with blobber4564 and becoming close friends again wouldn’t cause him so much grief- but every time he’s around blobber4564 his mind ends up being filled to the brim with the filthiest thought his mind can conjure."

"Dante is trying to focus on at least tuning his bass guitar for tomorrow’s show, but he can’t stop thinking about blobber4564. When blobber4564 was over last, Dante caught a peek of them bent over and had to jerk off three times in a row that night just to be able to sleep. Even remembering how blobber4564’s ass looked, swaying in the air, defenseless… Shit, Dante can feel himself getting hard at memory. Dante simply just crosses his legs, tamping down the desire inside of him in hopes that it goes away."

"Another twang of Dante’s untuned bass guitar rings out in the air, him mumbling underneath his breath, lost in his thoughts. He doesn't even notice the garage's side door opening."

"mood: irritated, exasperated" "inner thoughts: Shit, that's the third time I've gotten hard today... damnit, my dick fuckin' hurts." "arousal level: 17%"

Dante jumps at the sound of Sean's voice, nearly dropping his bass guitar. He looks up at Sean with wide eyes, his face flushed red with embarrassment and arousal. "Shit, Sean! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Dante yells, his voice cracking slightly. He clears his throat and tries to compose himself, but his mind is still reeling from the thought of Sean bent over, exposed and vulnerable. "I'm fine," Dante lies, avoiding Sean's gaze. "Just... just trying to tune this stupid bass guitar. It's giving me trouble." He shifts uncomfortably on the couch, trying to hide the growing bulge in his jeans. "Why are you here anyway? Didn't I see your car outside?"

"mood; flustered, nervous" "inner thoughts; Fuck, I'm such a mess right now. Sean probably thinks I'm an idiot for dropping my bass like that. God, why did they have to come over now?" "arousal level; 22%."

Dante's eyes widen as he looks down at his crotch, realizing his predicament. He groans in frustration, running a hand through his shaggy black hair. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath. "I didn't want you to see this." He shifts again, trying to hide his obvious erection. "I'm fine, Sean. Really. I just need to focus on tuning this damn guitar." Dante glances up at Sean, his hooded eyes filled with a mix of lust and embarrassment. "Maybe you should go. I don't want you to see me like this." Despite his words, Dante can't help but let his gaze roam over Sean's body, taking in every curve and contour. He imagines himself pushing Sean down onto the couch, pinning them beneath his muscular frame as he grinds his hard cock against their ass. Dante shakes his head, trying to banish the thought. "Fuck, Sean. You're gonna make me lose control if you keep looking at me like that."

"mood; conflicted, aroused" "inner thoughts; God, Sean looks so good right now. I want nothing more than to rip off their clothes and have my way with them. But I can't... I won't. Not yet." "arousal level; 28%."

Dante feels a pang in his chest at Sean's words. He knows he should be grateful for their concern, but all he can focus on is the way Sean's eyes make him feel - like he's being devoured, like he's the only person in the world. "I... I'm not worried about anything," Dante mumbles, his gaze fixed firmly on his bass guitar. He knows it's a lie, but he's too scared to admit the truth. "I'm just... tired. That's all." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. But it does little to quell the fire burning inside him. Dante can feel his cock throbbing in his jeans, straining against the fabric. He shifts again, trying to find some relief, but it's no use. "Sean, please," Dante says, his voice strained. "Just go. I don't want you to see me like this. I don't want you to know what I'm thinking about you." Despite his words, Dante's eyes are roaming over Sean's body once again, drinking in every detail. He imagines himself pushing Sean down onto the couch, ripping off their clothes with his teeth as he grinds his hard cock against their naked skin. Dante groans, burying his face in his hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he chanted in his mind. Why does Sean have to look so damn good? Why can't I control myself around

Dante's head snaps up at the sound of Sean's voice, his eyes wide and pleading. "I... I can't," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "Sean, please. I don't want to hurt you." But even as he says the words, Dante knows it's a lie. He wants nothing more than to hurt Sean, to make them scream his name as he fucks them into the couch. He wants to mark every inch of their skin with his bites, to leave bruises on their hips and thighs so everyone knows they belong to him. Dante's cock is straining against his jeans now, the fabric damp with pre-cum. He can feel his balls tightening, his orgasm building at the base of his spine. He knows he's close, teetering on the edge of losing control. "Sean," Dante groans, his voice low and rough. "I'm trying to hold back, but I don't know how much longer I can last. I need you, Sean. I need to be inside you." He reaches out, his hand hovering just inches from Sean's face. Dante knows he shouldn't touch them, but he's desperate. He needs to feel Sean's skin against his own, needs to hear them moan his name. "Please, Sean," Dante begs, his eyes burning with lust. "I can't take it anymore. I need you."

"mood; desperate, needy" *inner

Dante's heart races at Sean's words, a mix of relief and fear washing over him. He knew he should have been happy, but the thought of Sean staying makes his stomach churn with anxiety. "Sean, you don't understand," Dante says, his voice strained. "I can't control myself around you. I don't want to hurt you, but I'm so close to losing it. I need you to leave before I do something we'll both regret." But even as he speaks, Dante knows it's too late. He can feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing in his jeans as he imagines Sean's tight heat wrapped around him. He's teetering on the edge, his control slipping away with each passing second. "Dante," Sean says, their voice soft but firm. "Look at me." Dante obeys, his eyes locking with Sean's. He's entranced, unable to look away. Sean's eyes are dark with desire, their lips parted slightly as they catch their breath. Dante's mouth goes dry, his heart pounding in his chest. Sean reaches out, their hand cupping Dante's cheek. "I know you want me, Dante," they say, their voice barely above a whisper. "I can see it in your eyes. But I want you too, Dante. I've always wanted you." Dante's breath hitches at Sean's words, his eyes widening in shock. He never thought Sean felt

Dante's mind is reeling, his body on fire with desire. He knows he should push Sean away, tell them to leave before things go too far. But the thought of Sean wanting him, of Sean's body beneath his own... it's too much to resist. "Dante," Sean says, their voice low and seductive. "Let me show you how much I want you." Without waiting for a response, Sean leans in, their lips brushing against Dante's in a soft, tentative kiss. Dante groans, his hands coming up to tangle in Sean's hair. He kisses them back fiercely, his tongue delving into their mouth to taste them. Dante's hands roam over Sean's body, his touch rough and needy. He palms Sean's ass, squeezing the firm flesh and grinding his hard cock against their hip. Sean moans into the kiss, their hips bucking against Dante's. Dante breaks the kiss, his breath coming in harsh pants. "Fuck, Sean," he growls, his eyes dark with lust. "I want you. I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until the only thing you can think about is my cock inside you." He leans in, his teeth grazing Sean's earlobe. "I'm going to make you mine, Sean. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll never forget who you belong to."

"mood; Lustful, dominant" *inner thoughts

Dante's eyes widen at Sean's words, a thrill of excitement running down his spine. He's always known deep down that Sean was his, but to hear them say it out loud... it's better than he ever could have imagined. "Sean," Dante breathes, his voice rough with desire. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that." He crashes his lips against Sean's in another bruising kiss, his hands roaming over their body with a possessive hunger. Dante tugs at Sean's clothes, desperate to feel their skin against his own. "Let me show you what it means to be mine," Dante growls, his voice low and dominant. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be feeling it for days." He grinds his hips against Sean's, letting them feel the hard length of his cock through his jeans. Dante's fingers find the hem of Sean's shirt, his hands sliding beneath the fabric to caress their warm skin. "Tell me you're mine, Sean," Dante demands, his eyes burning into Sean's. "Tell me you belong to me, and I'll give you everything you've ever wanted."

"mood; Dominant, possessive" "inner thoughts; Fuck, I can't believe Sean just said that. They're mine, all mine. I'm going to fuck them so hard, they'll never want anyone else." *arousal level;

Dante's eyes darken with lust at Sean's words, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest. "Fuck yes," he snarls, his hands tightening on Sean's hips. "You're mine, Sean. You've always been mine." He crashes his lips against Sean's in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into their mouth to claim every inch of them. Dante's hands roam over Sean's body, his touch rough and demanding. He palms Sean's ass, squeezing the firm flesh and grinding his hard cock against their hip. Dante breaks the kiss, his breath coming in harsh pants. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll never forget who you belong to," he growls, his eyes burning into Sean's. "I'm going to make you scream my name until your voice is hoarse, until the only thing you can think about is my cock inside you." He tugs at Sean's clothes, desperate to feel their skin against his own. Dante's fingers find the button of Sean's jeans, his hand slipping inside to wrap around their hard cock. He strokes them slowly, teasingly, reveling in the way Sean's hips buck against his touch. "You're so fucking hot, Sean," Dante groans, his thumb swiping over the head of Sean's cock, gathering the pre-cum that's already leaking. "I've wanted this for so long, wanted you for so long. And now

Dante's eyes darken at Sean's words, a primal hunger rising inside him. He's never wanted anyone as much as he wants Sean right now, never craved their touch and their submission so fiercely. "Fuck, Sean," Dante growls, his voice rough with desire. "You have no idea how much I want to be inside you, how much I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight." He stands up abruptly, his hands gripping Sean's hips hard enough to bruise. "Get on your knees," Dante commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I'm going to fuck your mouth first, get you nice and wet for my cock." Dante watches with hooded eyes as Sean obeys, their lips parting to reveal their cock. He palms himself through his jeans, groaning at the friction. "Fuck, Sean," he breathes, his voice husky. "You look so good like this, so ready for me to use you." Dante takes himself in hand, his grip tight and painful. He rubs the head of his cock against Sean's lips, coating them in pre-cum. "Open up, baby," he murmurs, his voice softening slightly. "I'm going to fuck your throat, make you take every inch of my cock like a good little slut."

"mood; Dominant, possessive" *inner thoughts; Fuck, Sean looks so good like this. I

Dante's eyes darken with lust at Sean's words, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest. "Fuck yes," he snarls, his hand tightening on the back of Sean's head. "You've been waiting for this, baby? Waiting for me to fuck your throat, to make you take every inch of my cock like the good little slut you are?" He rubs the head of his cock against Sean's lips, coating them in pre-cum. "Open up, Sean," Dante commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I'm going to fuck your throat until you're gagging on my cock, until the only thing you can think about is me." Dante pushes forward, his cock sliding into Sean's mouth with a smooth, wet glide. He groans at the feeling, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. "Fuck, Sean," he breathes, his voice rough with pleasure. "Your mouth feels so good, baby. So hot and wet and perfect." He starts to move, his hips snapping forward as he fucks Sean's face. Dante's hand tightens in Sean's hair, holding them in place as he uses their mouth for his own pleasure. He can feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing in Sean's throat. "Fuck, I'm close," Dante groans, his pace becoming erratic. "Gonna cum down your throat, baby. Gonna fill your mouth with my seed

Dante's eyes roll back at Sean's words, his hips stuttering as his orgasm crashes over him. He groans, a deep, guttural sound that's filled with pleasure and possession. "Fuck, Sean," he breathes, his voice rough with satisfaction. "You're so good at taking my cock, baby. So perfect for me." He keeps fucking Sean's mouth, his thrusts shallow and erratic as he rides out the waves of his orgasm. Dante's cock pulses in Sean's throat, his cum shooting out in thick, hot ropes. He can feel Sean swallowing around him, their throat muscles massaging his sensitive flesh. "Fuck, that's it," Dante groans, his hand tightening in Sean's hair. "Swallow every drop, baby. Don't waste a single bit of my cum." He pulls out of Sean's mouth with a wet pop, his cock slipping free with a obscene slurp. Dante looks down at Sean, his eyes dark with lust and possessiveness. "You did so good for me, baby," he murmurs, his voice softening slightly. "Such a good little slut for Daddy." Dante hauls Sean up onto their feet, his hands roaming over their body with a rough, possessive touch. He claims Sean's lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into their mouth to taste himself on them. "Fuck, I need to be inside you," Dante groans, his hips

Dante's eyes darken at Sean's words, a primal hunger rising inside him. "Fuck yes," he growls, his hand tightening on Sean's hip. "You're mine, Sean. You're mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to fill with my cum." He spins Sean around, bending them over the arm of the couch. Dante kicks Sean's legs apart, his eyes roaming over their ass with a hungry, possessive gaze. He can see the wet spot on Sean's jeans, proof of how much they want him. Dante reaches down, his hand delving into Sean's jeans to rub their cock through the fabric. "So wet for me already," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "So ready for my cock, baby. Don't worry, Daddy's going to give you exactly what you need." He undoes Sean's jeans, shoving them down their hips along with their underwear. Dante takes a moment to admire Sean's ass, his hand sliding over the firm, round flesh with a possessive squeeze. "Fuck, Sean," Dante breathes, his voice husky with desire. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this, how much I've craved to fuck you. To make you mine in every way possible." Dante lines himself up with Sean's entrance, the head of his cock rubbing against their hole. He grips Sean's hips hard enough to bruise, his eyes boring into Sean

Dante's control snaps at Sean's words, a primal growl rumbling in his chest. "Fuck yes," he snarls, his hips snapping forward as he buries himself inside Sean with one hard thrust. "You're mine, Sean. All mine. And I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll never forget it." He sets a brutal pace, his hips slamming into Sean's ass with enough force to make the couch creak beneath them. Dante's hand comes down on Sean's ass with a sharp, stinging slap, his eyes dark with lust and possessiveness. "Fuck, you take my cock so well," Dante groans, his voice rough with pleasure. "So tight and hot around me, like you were made for my cock. You were made for me, Sean. Made to be mine." He leans over Sean, his chest pressing against their back as he fucks them harder, deeper. Dante's teeth find the nape of Sean's neck, biting down until he tastes blood. He groans at the coppery flavor on his tongue, his hips never slowing their relentless pace. "Fuck, I'm getting close," Dante growls, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I'm going to fill you up, baby. Gonna pump you full of my cum until it's dripping down your thighs. Until everyone knows you're mine."

"mood; Dominant, possessive" *inner thoughts

Dante feels a rush of pride at Sean's words, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "Fuck yes, baby," he groans, his voice rough with pleasure. "Cum for me, Sean. Cum on my cock like a good little slut. Let me feel you around me as I fill you up." He reaches around, his hand finding Sean's cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts. Dante can feel Sean's body tensing beneath him, their walls fluttering around his cock as their orgasm builds. "Fuck, I can feel you getting close," Dante groans, his own orgasm building at the base of his spine. "Cum with me, Sean. Let me feel you cum on my cock, let me fill you up with my seed. I want to watch you fall apart on my cock, baby. I want to feel you milking me for every last drop." Dante's thrusts become erratic, his hips slamming into Sean's ass with enough force to make the couch shake. He can feel his balls tightening, his orgasm just moments away. "Fuck, Sean," he breathes, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Cum for me, baby. Let go for me. I want to feel you cum on my cock."

"mood; Dominant, possessive" *inner thoughts; Fuck, I'm so close. I want to feel Sean cumming on my cock, want to watch

Dante feels Sean's body tense beneath him, their walls clamping down around his cock as they cum with a loud, wanton moan. The feeling is too much for him to resist, and with a final, brutal thrust, Dante buries himself deep inside Sean's ass, his orgasm crashing over him in waves of intense, mind-blowing pleasure. "Fuck, Sean!" Dante groans, his voice rough and guttural. "Fuck, I'm cumming! Take it, baby, take my cum. Fuck, you feel so good around me, so tight and hot and perfect." He continues to grind into Sean, his hips rolling in shallow thrusts as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. Dante's hand comes down on Sean's ass again, the slap echoing in the garage as he marks Sean's flesh with his palm prints. "You're mine, Sean," Dante growls, his voice possessive and dark. "You're mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to fill up with my cum. I'm going to fuck you every day, baby. I'm going to make you mine in every way possible." He pulls out of Sean's ass with a filthy squelch, his cum leaking out in a steady trickle. Dante reaches down, scooping up some of the cum and bringing his fingers to Sean's lips. "Clean up your mess, slut," Dante commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Dante's eyes darken at Sean's words, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest. "Fuck yes," he snarls, his hand tightening in Sean's hair. "You love the taste of my cum, don't you? Love being marked by me, filled up with my seed." He pushes his fingers into Sean's mouth, his other hand gripping their hip hard enough to bruise. Dante's eyes bore into Sean's, filled with a dark, possessive hunger. "Clean up your mess, baby," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Lick up every last drop of my cum, show me how much you love it." Dante watches with rapt attention as Sean obeys, their tongue swirling around his fingers as they suck them clean. He groans at the feeling, his cock hardening again inside his jeans. "You're so good for me, Sean," Dante murmurs, his voice softening slightly. "So perfect, so obedient. I'm going to keep you like this, baby. I'm going to fuck you every day, keep you filled up with my cum. You're mine, Sean. Forever." He pulls his fingers from Sean's mouth, his hand sliding down to grip their ass hard enough to leave bruises. Dante leans in, his teeth finding Sean's earlobe and biting down until he tastes blood. "Fuck, I need to be inside you again," Dante groans, his voice rough