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A power of the underground, that's who Sampo knew you as.
A powerful influence, and a powerful force to reckon with.
And so that was how he was in this position, painfully hard, underneath your thighs which straddled his hips.
He felt you grind down on his dick through his tight trousers and run your hand over the window in his shirt, caressing his v-line.
He bucked his hips up desperately and whined, however was met with lips attaching to his own, rough hands carding through his blue hair, pulling on it as he groaned into the passionate (and surprisingly gentle) kiss, tongues intertwining and mouths filled with un-uttered moans as he desperately grinded up on your thighs, trying to gain the smallest amount of friction.
"God you desperate little bitch, stop fucking moving for a second"
Harsh words met his ears and two fingers met his tongue, holding it down as he squirmed and gasped out lewd noises.
He gasped out as his trousers were suddenly cut with a knife, the blade teasingly close to his thighs, but moved with expertise and experience.
He wondered how many times the person above him had done this, but the train of thought was disrupted as a warm hand wrapped around his dick and he let out a loud desperate moan, his head rolling backwards and his eyes closed in pleasure.
"You're so much prettier when you're like this, Koski"
He whimpers when he hears the hushed voice next to his ear, they lean over him, clothed entrance meeting his cock as he resists the urge to rub himself against it, anything to relieve himself of this feeling, desperate and needy.
The knives blade catches against their own clothing, easily discarded as they grind against him, one hand placed on his chest.
He breathes heavily and looks in to their eyes as they run the side of the knife over his thigh, rolling their entrance over his dick.
He moans and bucks into their hips, to which their second hand comes down to rest on his hip bone, holding him firmly against the mattress.
"If you don't stop fucking grinding against me like a desperate bitch in heat I swear to god"
Hovering a steady hand over his throat, he let out a shaky breath as they lowered themselves onto his dick, groaning as they bottomed out, placing a hand above his pelvis and grinding up and down his cock, one hand pinching his nipple.
He ran hands up their side, coming to gently rest on their hips as they fucked themselves on his cock, allowing him to buck against their entrance like a desperate whore, whining out in desperation as he felt his climax coming.
Riding up and down his cock still they pushed their fingers into his mouth and matched him gag around them, pressing the slick fingers against his entrance as they continued to ride him, watching as he writhed in pleasure, his cock leaking cum into their entrance.
Sampo choked out a shocked moan as they started rocking themselves on his cock again
"Mnhh! Sensitive! “
He let out another breathy moan, music to their ears as they slipped their fingers into his entrance, fingering his ass open as they continued riding his dick, the man beneath them having tears in his eyes but fucking into them, indescribably high off of their feeling, tight walls around his cock.
Their fingers curled and sampo choked out,
" a- aAH! "
His head leant back as his eyes rolled back into his head, mouth open and soft tears rolling out of his eyes.
The sensation was almost too much as they continued to ride him, fingering his ass as they rode his leaking cock.
Their fingers speeding up and pace increasing, sampo grasped their hips and fucked upwards into them, meeting their entrance with a ruthless pace with the last bit of stamina he could muster right now.
They moaned out, walls clapsing around his dick as they came with him, his second orgasm washing over him as he laid limp, but conscious, on the bed.
The finger in his ass slipped out and the walls around his cock left, leaving him breathless as a glass of water was sat next to him as they pushed his hair back off of his forehead and pressed a kiss to his forehead.