You Make Me Sick... With Love. ((Dobster/Damian))

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Damien grinned as he slid his tongue out of the boy and slid his body over him, positioning his large girth before slowly sliding into the boy.

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Dobster wrapped his legs tightly around the man as he nearly whimpered at the most welcome penetration.

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Damien gasped at the tightness, and began slowly sliding in and out of Dobster's tight warmth.

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"Stars, yeah," he grunted, arching his hips up to meet the man's thrusts.

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Damien fucked the boy slow, making him feel every inch of him before he thrust in hard, slamming into Dobby's prostate.

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Dobster started babbling about how good it felt, urging the man to fuck him to another orgasm.

[praiseofblood]

Damien picked up speed, fucking the male hard.

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Daboster gasped and groaned before shooting with a shout. "Oh!"

[praiseofblood]

Damien pulled out of the male and flipped him over to his side, sliding back into him and lifting his leg, penetrating deeper and fucking the male to his orgasm and to Dobby's third.

[ode]

Later, Dobster lay still - and still on his side - just staring at the wall in a daze. He had NEVER been fucked so good.

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"You alright?" Damien asked with a soft smile, leaning over the male.

[ode]

"I think I'm dead," he grumbled.

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"Good dead, or bad dead?" Damien asked.

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Dobster finally rolled over and looked up at the man. "Dead as in you fucked me good. You're not a compliment whore, are you?" He grinned.

[praiseofblood]

Damien grinned a bit, those dimples breaking out on his face again. "No, not really." he said. "You wanna take a bath?" he asked.