Sigma's sexual awakening (pathetically)
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“You’re simply too stressed”, Fyodor cut in, kneaded his shoulder in attempt to soothe, but only fanned the flames. “Your body is trying to take the frustrations out, one way or another. Contrary to popular belief, there’s nothing unnatural about getting hard when pent-up”, explained Fyodor with gentleness that could only be artificial; tint of something unnamed yet no less sinister in the way lips curved told him away.
Fyodor leaned over him, so close their breaths merged. Sigma flinched but Fyodor gripped his shoulders and kept in place – not just with touch but those eyes too. So hypnotizing, even if he wished to get away could not.
“Allow me to help you unwind” – soft hush, certainty palpable. Next thing he knew Fyodor dropped down to his knees.
Sigma’s mind short-circuited.
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- Part 1 of Sigma's sexual awakening (pathetically)
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Birds were chirping outside – Fyodor was torn between wanting to laugh and cry. Instead he opted for groaning - “I applaud your stamina and determination but how much longer do you plan on fucking me?”
Sound of his voice that actually weren’t moans and grunts got Sigma shivering behind. At first his thrusts relented a bit, were slower all five seconds resolve lasted; then Sigma mewled, gripped him tighter, brought directly against himself and began fucking in his usually graceless frenzied fashion, no easing out.
“I swear it’s the last one”, Sigma whined raspily; lies.
In which Fyodor makes grave miscalculations about Sigma’s behavior in bed.
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- Part 2 of Sigma's sexual awakening (pathetically)
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After months of sleeping together for the first time Sigma manages to wake up first and catch Fyodor asleep by his side. In his typical worrywart fashion Sigma overthinks everything, drives himself insane by jumping to million conclusions in span of a second and wakes Fyodor up in process – who instantly makes matters even worse.
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- Part 3 of Sigma's sexual awakening (pathetically)
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What makes you think you’re the best one I’ve been with? By now he likely spent hours tossing and turning without sleep being close to arrival. Jab was nothing extraordinary, by this point he should be used to Fyodor’s sadistic side, yet those words refused to leave Sigma’s mind – served as haunting reminder he’ll never be good enough, twisted knife in the wound hardwired insecurity incised on regular basis.
In which Sigma, in spur of a moment, uses ability on sleeping Fyodor to quench his insecurity and finds out way more than he bargained for.
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- Part 4 of Sigma's sexual awakening (pathetically)
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Sigma puffed, planted hand over heaving chest to calm down. “I know you’re trying to make jealous on purpose”, no hint of shame or timidity, instead fieriness. “Congratulations, you’ve achieve just that”, he spit with pure venom.
Silence stretched on – not because Fyodor was lost for words, just wanted to paint a picture of being so. “I’m afraid we have a misunderstanding here Sigma-san”, light shaking of head, rueful smile derisive beneath the surface. “I’m merely here for games of other sorts”, Fyodor marked the point by skimming finger over spreed cards, as if they interested him in slightest.
Like hell he is. Those are plain lies and they both knew it.
In which Fyodor visits Sigma’s casino, flirts in front of his eyes and provokes Sigma into snapping – for reasons.
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- Part 5 of Sigma's sexual awakening (pathetically)
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“So….”, Sigma wet sorely tense throat and tried to find words in spire of heart pounding inside head, “…you think my management is praise-worthy?”
Ruffling of sheets informed Fyodor turned around. Even in the dark Sigma could tell that sly grin. “Fishing for compliments, aren’t you?”, as expected Fyodor chaffed, however there was no venom attached to tone; just mirth. Nonetheless got Sigma jerking and gasping, in process betraying how much this triviality meant to his anxiety and self-image issues.
But there’s no going back, he had to know. Thence Sigma gulped, bit lower lip, shoot a pleading look and admitted sheepishly – “Would it be so bad if I said yes?”
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- Part 6 of Sigma's sexual awakening (pathetically)
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“My balls ache so much!”, Sigma wailed and trembled, bunny ears bouncing with every jerk. “Fuck, I feel so full”, clasped groin and whinged, atypical crassness likely byproduct of intoxication. Sigma sank teeth into lips and manically thrust into his foot but fizzled the contrary – “Stop it or I will explode!”
Then explode, Fyodor considered mouthing off, still miffed Sigma used him as a leg humper for hours. Ultimately he kept riposte in rein; wouldn’t put it pass this overwrought bunny to take it word for word, literally explode and leave him cuffed to the bed for eternity.
In which Fyodor plans a romantic night of tender love making but it turns into a fiasco, courtesy of Sigma acting like a bunny – in every sense of word.
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- Part 7 of Sigma's sexual awakening (pathetically)