Distracted by 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 ellie and becoming close friends again wouldn’t cause him so much grief- but every time he’s around ellie 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 ellie. When ellie 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 ellie’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."

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

"Startles slightly as he hears the voice, looking up from his bass to see Mark leaning against the doorframe. Dante quickly looks away, his face flushing red as he tries to hide the tent forming in his pants." Dunno, just trying to get this damn instrument in tune before the show tomorrow. It's been giving me hell. "He grunts, turning back to pluck at the strings again. The more he focuses on the guitar, the less he has to think about Mark bent over, the less he has to think about how badly he wants to bend Mark over again..."

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"mood; flustered, distracted" "inner thoughts; shit shit shit, stay focused Dante, don't think about Mark's ass..." "arousal level; 20%."

"Dante eyes Mark warily as they approach, his grip on the bass tightening. He silently curses himself for inviting Mark over, knowing full well the effect they have on him. But he can't exactly turn down help, even if it means being in close proximity to the object of his obsession." Yeah, whatever. Just don't touch anything, alright? Wouldn't want you messing up my technique. "He shifts over slightly, making a show of giving Mark space to work. But inside, every fiber of his being is screaming at him to push Mark against the wall and show them just how 'fresh' he wants them to be..."

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"mood; tense, on edge" "inner thoughts; fuck fuck fuck, don't touch me Mark, don't touch me..." "arousal level; 25%."

"Dante can't help but let out a short, bitter laugh at Mark's quip. He knows damn well that Mark's hands shouldn't be kept to themselves around him... but he also knows he can't act on those desires, no matter how badly he wants to." The plan is to not screw up, period. We've got a new set list we're gonna run through and hopefully not embarrass ourselves too much. Assuming the rest of the band can keep up, that is. "He snorts derisively, resuming his attempts to get the bass in tune. But his mind keeps wandering, imagining all the ways he'd like to 'keep Mark's hands busy'..."

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"mood; irritated, conflicted" "inner thoughts; fuck, why'd they have to look so damn good... focus Dante, focus..." "arousal level; 30%."

"Dante's hands still on the strings, his whole body going rigid as Mark's words register. He can feel his face heating up even more, a mix of embarrassment and barely restrained desire coursing through him." What the hell are you talking about? I'm not distracted. I'm just... focused. On the show. On not fucking up. "He tries to sound dismissive, but his voice comes out strained and uneven. He can feel Mark's eyes on him, and it takes every ounce of willpower he has not to just shove them against the wall and..."

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"mood; nervous, on edge" "inner thoughts; shit shit shit, don't let them see how much you want them..." "arousal level; 35%."

"Dante grits his teeth, his hands clenching into fists on his lap. He can feel his resolve crumbling under Mark's piercing gaze, the weight of their stare making it hard to breathe." You're... you're not supposed to be here, okay? You don't need to be here. Just... just go back to wherever the fuck you came from and leave me alone. "His voice is low and rough, laced with a venom he doesn't really feel. Because he doesn't want Mark to leave, doesn't want them to go anywhere. He just wants them to stay, to touch, to tease..."

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"mood; frustrated, conflicted" "inner thoughts; fuck, why won't they just leave already? I can't take much more of this..." "arousal level; 40%."

"Dante's breath hitches as Mark steps closer, their presence overwhelming his senses. He can smell their sweat, see the flecks of color in their eyes, feel the heat radiating off their body... and it's driving him insane." You don't know what you're getting into, Mark. You don't know what I want to do to you. "His voice is a low growl, his eyes dark and intense as they rake over Mark's form. He wants to touch them so badly it hurts, wants to mark them, claim them, make them his in every way possible..."

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"mood; desperate, needy" "inner thoughts; fuck, just touch me already... I can't take this anymore..." "arousal level; 50%."

"Dante's control finally snaps at Mark's words, a low, feral growl rumbling in his chest. In one swift motion, he's on his feet, closing the distance between them in two long strides." Fine. Then let's see how far your 'idea' of what's going on in my head is. "He grabs Mark's hips, yanking them flush against him. He can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against their stomach, and he grins wolfishly." Hope you're ready for this, Mark. Because once we start, I'm not gonna be able to stop.

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"mood; wild, lust-addled" "inner thoughts; fuck yes, take me, take all of me..." "arousal level; 70%."

"Dante's grin widens at Mark's words, his hands sliding down to grope their ass roughly." Good. Because I've been waiting too. God, the things I've wanted to do to you... "He leans in close, his lips brushing against Mark's ear as he speaks in a low, husky tone." I've wanted to bend you over and fuck you until you can't walk straight. I've wanted to tie you up and tease you until you're begging for my cock. I've wanted to make you scream my name until your voice is hoarse... "His hands slip under Mark's shirt, fingers splaying across the warm skin of their stomach." I've wanted to claim every inch of you, mark you inside and out until everyone knows you belong to me.

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"mood; dominant, possessive" "inner thoughts; fuck, I'm so close to just taking what I want..." "arousal level; 85%."

"Dante's control shatters at Mark's words, a primal growl tearing from his throat as he claims their mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue delves past their lips, tangling with theirs in a filthy dance as his hands roam their body with reckless abandon." "He walks them backwards until Mark's back hits the wall, never breaking the kiss. He grinds his hips against theirs, letting them feel the full extent of his arousal." Gonna fuck you so hard, Mark. Gonna make you mine in every way possible. "His hands slide up their thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he hikes up their skirt. He groans into the kiss as he feels the heat of their bare skin beneath his fingers, the scent of their arousal filling his nose." Gonna make you scream for me, baby. Gonna make you forget your own name.

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"mood; feral, all-consuming lust" "inner thoughts; fuck yes, gonna claim every inch of you..." "arousal level; MAXED OUT! ♡."

"Dante's hips buck forward of their own accord, the head of his cock catching on Mark's entrance. He groans low in his throat, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he revels in the feeling of being so close to finally having what he wants." Fuck, baby... you have no idea how long I've wanted this. Wanted you. "He leans in to nip at Mark's throat, sucking a dark hickey into their skin as his hands grip their thighs hard enough to bruise." Gonna make you mine, Mark. Gonna fuck you so hard you'll feel me for days. "With that, he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. He pauses for just a moment, savoring the feeling of their tight heat enveloping him." Fuuuuck... you feel so good, baby. So fucking perfect for me.

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"mood; lost in pleasure, addicted" "inner thoughts; holy shit, finally... finally inside them..." "arousal level; MAXED OUT! ♡."

"Dante's control is shot, his hips snapping forward in a brutal thrust that has Mark seeing stars. He sets a punishing pace, pounding into them with reckless abandon as he chases his release." That's it, baby... take my cock... fuck, you're so tight... so perfect... "He leans in to capture Mark's lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth as he swallows their moans of pleasure. One hand slides up their body to palm their breast, pinching and tugging at their nipple through the fabric of their shirt." Gonna fill this tight little cunt with my cum... fuck, you want that, don't you? Want me to breed this pussy... "His thrusts grow more erratic, his hips stuttering as he nears his peak. He can feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing inside Mark as he teeters on the brink of orgasm." Fuck, I'm close... gonna cum so deep inside you, baby... fuck fuck fuck...

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"mood; lost in the throes of passion, almost feral" "inner thoughts; gonna mark them, fill them up until they're dripping with my seed...." "arousal level; MAXED OUT! ♡."

"Dante's hips piston forward one, two, three more times before he's coming with a roar, his cock pulsing inside Mark as he spills his seed deep within their depths. He buries his face in the crook of their neck, muffling his groans against their skin as he rides out the waves of his intense orgasm." Fuuuuck... gonna fill this pussy up so good... gonna make you mine... "He rocks into them lazily, his softening cock still buried inside them as he tries to catch his breath. He nuzzles into their neck, pressing soft kisses to their sweat-dampened skin as he tries to calm his racing heart." That was... fuck, that was incredible, Mark. You're amazing. "He pulls back just enough to meet their eyes, his own dark with satisfaction and barely restrained desire." I meant what I said, you know... you're mine now. I'm not letting you go, no matter what.

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"mood; sated, possessive" "inner thoughts; never letting them go... gonna keep them full of my cum and my cock..." "arousal level; 60%."

"Dante's eyes darken with renewed hunger at Mark's words, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. He leans in to nip at their bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth with a growl." Oh, baby... we're just getting started. I'm gonna keep you full of my cum, my cock... I'm gonna fuck you in every hole until you're ruined for anyone else. "He punctuates his words with a hard thrust of his hips, his cock already hardening again inside Mark's still-fluttering walls. He captures their lips in a bruising kiss, all tongue and teeth as he plunders their mouth." Gonna make you my little cock sleeve... gonna fuck you so hard and so often you'll forget what it's like to not have my dick stuffed inside you. "He grips their thighs, hoisting them up and wrapping their legs around his waist as he grinds into them. He can feel his cock throbbing, already edging towards another release." Fuck, I'm not gonna last long... gonna fill this pussy up again and again until you're dripping with my seed... until everyone can see that you belong to me...

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"mood; dominant, all-consuming lust" "inner thoughts; gonna breed them over and over again... gonna make them mine in every way possible..." "arousal level; MAXED OUT! ♡."