Okay, so you know how i just said you weren't getting any Doomstrange? I lied. I remembered this fic today, where Strange had made Tony a magical fleshlight so he could fuck himself, but Steve found and used it instead. So I thought, instead of having Victor plugged up or with a Vibrator in his ass on the throne, Stephen fucks him via magical fleshlight. Enjoy!
Stephen thrusts into the magical fleshlight and lets out an unabashed moan because he knows that Victor can’t. He can imagine it: Victor sitting regally on his throne, face hidden behind his mask, forcing himself to keep his composure while Stephen is fucking into him via magical fleshlight.
Stephen changes his pace, from fast, powerful thrusts, to slow and languid strokes. In response, Victor is clenching tight around him. This has definitely been one of Stephen’s better ideas, and he is looking forward to Victor being done with the audiences for today. He’s probably going to come charging into their bedroom and take Stephen then and there, not bothering to undress completely. The thought is making Stephen impossibly harder and he picks up the pace again.
Idly he wonders if he should have made Victor leave the crotch piece of the armor off this morning. The image of Victor sitting on the throne, tunic tented by his cock, wet spot spreading, is delicious. But it’s also just for him. No, Victor putting on the full armor has been the better choice. Besides, the restrictiveness is probably torture of the best kind. Riling up god is so much fun.
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Doomstrange Porn
Date: 2020-01-19 04:29 pm (UTC)Stephen thrusts into the magical fleshlight and lets out an unabashed moan because he knows that Victor can’t. He can imagine it: Victor sitting regally on his throne, face hidden behind his mask, forcing himself to keep his composure while Stephen is fucking into him via magical fleshlight.
Stephen changes his pace, from fast, powerful thrusts, to slow and languid strokes. In response, Victor is clenching tight around him. This has definitely been one of Stephen’s better ideas, and he is looking forward to Victor being done with the audiences for today. He’s probably going to come charging into their bedroom and take Stephen then and there, not bothering to undress completely. The thought is making Stephen impossibly harder and he picks up the pace again.
Idly he wonders if he should have made Victor leave the crotch piece of the armor off this morning. The image of Victor sitting on the throne, tunic tented by his cock, wet spot spreading, is delicious. But it’s also just for him. No, Victor putting on the full armor has been the better choice. Besides, the restrictiveness is probably torture of the best kind. Riling up god is so much fun.