Richards shifted closer to him on the bed and draped his body over Rufus', the reward of skin against skin drawing a raw moan out of the courier. "Much better," Richards purred against his ear, and he shivered, tilting his head to expose his throat to the doctor, earning hot, open-mouth kisses brushing damp against his collar of bruises. "My beautiful boy," the words murmured into his skin, "so good. So good for me."
Richards grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head further back, kissing him fast and rough before pushing his middle and ring finger past the courier's lips. Rufus sucked on them hungrily like it was instinct. Hell, maybe it was at this point. Richards instructed him to get the fingers good and wet -- Rufus laved them artlessly. The doctor pulled the fingers from his mouth and reached back, sliding both inside of Rufus faster than he was ready for.
"Shhh," Richards soothed against the courier's litany of ragged curses and groans. "I know, sweetheart, I know. Just relax, baby, let me take care of you."
Rufus collapsed, face between his elbows, hands still clinging desperately to the bedframe and ass in the air, long fingers roughly working him open at a fast pace, Richards trailing lips and tongue and teeth over his shoulders, down his back, all the time murmuring what a beautiful, pretty thing Rufus was, how sweet and tight he was, how that lovely voice was going to be singing soon, the most beautiful music the doctor ever heard.
Rufus groaned as he felt the fingers pull out of him and heard Richards spit into his palm and wet sounds of him slicking his cock up. "God, you're a beautiful sight right now, sweetheart," the doctor sighed, leaning in to press a fast kiss against the still-burning red mark on the swell of the courier's ass. "Spread open a little more for me, will you?"
The courier obeyed, shifting his knees further apart, humiliating little noises of need escaping his throat. The doctor took a moment to steady himself grabbing Rufus' hips and pushed into him in one fast thrust.
"I'm going to need you to breathe, my dove." Rufus hadn't even realized he had stopped.
Dr. Richards/M!Courier -- Scorchmarks and Serenades [2b/2]]
Richards grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head further back, kissing him fast and rough before pushing his middle and ring finger past the courier's lips. Rufus sucked on them hungrily like it was instinct. Hell, maybe it was at this point. Richards instructed him to get the fingers good and wet -- Rufus laved them artlessly. The doctor pulled the fingers from his mouth and reached back, sliding both inside of Rufus faster than he was ready for.
"Shhh," Richards soothed against the courier's litany of ragged curses and groans. "I know, sweetheart, I know. Just relax, baby, let me take care of you."
Rufus collapsed, face between his elbows, hands still clinging desperately to the bedframe and ass in the air, long fingers roughly working him open at a fast pace, Richards trailing lips and tongue and teeth over his shoulders, down his back, all the time murmuring what a beautiful, pretty thing Rufus was, how sweet and tight he was, how that lovely voice was going to be singing soon, the most beautiful music the doctor ever heard.
Rufus groaned as he felt the fingers pull out of him and heard Richards spit into his palm and wet sounds of him slicking his cock up. "God, you're a beautiful sight right now, sweetheart," the doctor sighed, leaning in to press a fast kiss against the still-burning red mark on the swell of the courier's ass. "Spread open a little more for me, will you?"
The courier obeyed, shifting his knees further apart, humiliating little noises of need escaping his throat. The doctor took a moment to steady himself grabbing Rufus' hips and pushed into him in one fast thrust.
"I'm going to need you to breathe, my dove." Rufus hadn't even realized he had stopped.