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"Oh jesus fuck goddamn," Rufus panted gracelessly against his fingers, fists clenched against the head of the iron bedframe that he was ordered to grasp, pushing his ass back shamelessly at Richards' mouth, at the tongue lapping hard against his hole.

"Language, kitten," Richards chuckled, the sudden shock of cold air on spitslicked skin as the doctor pulled away to speak drawing a wet gasp from the courier. The sensation was chased away in a sharp burst as Richards' hot tongue resumed its ministrations, fingernails digging in Rufus' cheeks as the doctor spread him open further, pushing his tongue past the ring of muscle and making Rufus writhe.

Rufus pushed back hard and his cock ached, one of his hands coming loose from the bedframe to mindlessly paw south. He hadn't even gotten a grip, even a single touch to relieve some of this burn inside him when Richards pulled back fast, rising on his knees and slapping the courier's ass with a sharp crack. Rufus' breath caught in his throat, and he looked back over his shoulder, a sexstupid logicless fear crackling in his belly and he grasped the bedframe again, eyes locked with Richards'. "I believe I asked you to be patient, my dear," said the doctor. "Did you misunderstand?"

The courier hesitated just a second and Richards slapped his ass again, in the same spot, making Rufus jump. "No," he answered. "No, sir," because it felt right.

"No, I didn't think you did," Richards murmured, voice tinged with polite disappointment, the offending hand rubbing fondly on Rufus' stinging cheek. Christ, was he gonna be marked up in the morning. Between the bruises Richards had sucked into his throat, the long red marks where he raked his nails over every bit of newly exposed flesh when he had roughly undressed the courier, and now he could feel the burning red mark spreading when Richards had struck him, was petting him. He was going to look like a bad side of road after this. The thought made his stomach jump in anticipation. "So that must mean," the doctor continued, "that you were disobedient. Is that what it means, buttercup?"

The courier opened his mouth only to cry out in surprise when Richards didn't wait for an answer, bringing his hand down against his reddening flesh. "Yes, sir," he breathed, forehead resting against his knuckles on the bedframe, body arching pliantly back.

"I see. Now, would it be so hard to apologize, sweetheart?"

"I'm sorry," Rufus said.

"Not good enough," Richards sighed.

Another hard smack against the burning mark, a thousand sharp pinpricks jabbing into his skin and going straight to his cock. He whimpered. He actually whimpered, he realized from some place outside himself, oh god that actually happened. "I'm sorry."

Crack! "Like you mean it."

"I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you want me to do, whatever you say, fuck, I'm yours!"

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.

He could feel bruises forming where Richards' fingertips were digging into his hips as he pumped forward, the stretch and burn of Richards cock dragging out and pushing in, so much more than he thought he could handle, everything he didn't know he needed. He registered another gentle command, telling him to release his grip on the bedframe, and he obeyed, another fist in his hair dragging him up onto his knees. He fell back, thighs spreading, spearing himself deeper onto Richards' cock and making him groan wantonly, the hand leaving his hair to instead hold him in place by his throat. "Tell me what you feel, precious," the doctor commanded, voice finally gaining a rougher edge, losing some of its composure, his rhythm growing perfectly even as he thrust up into the courier. "Tell me how you feel."

"On fire." His own voice sounded rough and foreign. His pants grew shallow and his head fell back onto Richards shoulder, exposing his throat completely to the hand that held it, feeling his pulse beat hard against Richards' firm fingers.

"More," Richards demanded against his ear. "More, beautiful, tell me."

"Used up." The words came out of him unbidden in a low prayer. "Marked up. Perfect."

"So perfect," Richards groaned.

"Yours."

Richards' hand moved from his throat to grab his cock, and Rufus could have fucking cried. He sprawled forward as Richards drove into him with abandon, pressing him into the mattress and fucking him ferociously. He could only give in, lips babbling gibberish and a chorus of yes, yes, oh god there yes and he came far too quickly, hot spurts curled between Richards' fingers and the dirty mattress beneath his belly. The doctor seized his hips hard over already-forming bruises and fucked him like he was trying to kill him, coming hard with a restrained cry and collapsing forward onto Rufus' back, panting raw against his sweatslicked skin, "Perfect, so perfect. Adore you. So much." While Rufus just lay beneath him, utterly wrecked and covered in marks and uncommonly spent and his.

-fin.

*sings Hallelujah chorus*

This was the most beautiful thing IN THE WORLD.

I just.... I don't even....

I love you.

I saw this had been filled this morning while I was getting ready for work, and thought "hey, that'll be fun to read later."

Now I wish that I had followed your example and dropped everything to read it. Because that. was. incredible.

(I'm sure my boss totally would have understood)

Holy fuuuuuuuuuuck I'd been thinking about make a rimming prompt and then you go and manage to incorporate it into a fic that already had all my boners.

I love everything about this fic so much.

This fill is like religion. Holy shit it was so perfect and had absolutely everything perfect I swear I've had a spiritual orgasm.

It even had what I consider the sexiest command to give your lovely (manly man) boy: "Spread open a little more for me, will you?" And then they do it.

It was so fucking perfect.

"Used up." The words came out of him unbidden in a low prayer. "Marked up. Perfect."

This fill has done with me what spring does to the cherry trees.

-A slash convert

MORE RIMMING FILLS ON THE MEME FUCK YEAH

Hot and delicious. You're a beautiful anon.

I'm so lazy, I almost never comment on anything. But THIS. Jesus Christ, man, this may be my favorite fill on this kmeme so far- I need to tell you how awesome you are, a!a. You are the greatest fucking thing. The greatest fucking thing ever. Number one is you, then, like, the guy who invented the internet is number two. You outrank internet inventor man, do you understand that? My brain right now, a!a, I can't even! I can't even.

I don't even like slash and I loved this. Brilliantly done.

This will forever be canon Dr. Richards for me....

Holy shit that was fucking hot.

Well, I didn't know that I needed this in my life.

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