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Lets Fuck Under The Save Button | Geno x Reaper | Lemon

[LEMON]

[BDSM !! Choking !! Pain !! Cutting/Knife Play !! ETC]

Requested by -InsanityIsKey_-

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Geno breathed, laying back against the invisible, or either very black, wall while Reaper teased him. This happened every week. 4 times a week. Every year. Well, years didn't mean much in Aftertale, but still. Teasing. Teasing and more fucking teasing. It infuriated Geno, to an extent. Despite how Reaper kept him on edge, he couldn't help but have some kind of lust for it. He found himself looking forward to these days. Although he was secretly planning something. As Reaper gently rolled his tongue gently over his skin, sort of as if he was being tickled, it brought pleasure. Certainly so. The bright red blush spread across his cheekbones certainly proved it. Gentle moans emitted ever now and then added to it. Geno did enjoy it. However, it took Reaper an hour of teasing to even start fucking. And even then, while it was good, it was still slow. So. Very. Slow. It was almost insulting to him that Reaper could think that was all Geno could handle. Perhaps it was purposeful, to try and rile him up to get him angry, even turn the roles and switch positions.

With most people, the slow sex would bring so much pleasure. For Geno, he needed faster, more friction, more pleasure. The pain of simply existing for him with his large scars was extreme. It was like placing a bandage on a gaping wound. Geno needed more than just that. The pleasure needed to override the pain. Reaper needed to be faster. However, he simply didn't have the courage to admit it. Week. After. Week. He'd be teased for an hour or more. Then fucked. Then left. It was a cycle and Geno was getting pissed off. Like it was some kind of one night stand. He did understand that a man with such importance in upholding the balance of life and death wouldn't exactly be free 24/7, but he clearly had enough time to tease Geno for hours on end so, whilst his anger was not so much with Reaper. As Reaper would've stopped if Geno asked, the annoyance was still there. He despised how he couldn't just admit it to Reaper.

And so, as if he were a stereotypical tsundere, he didn't speak, nor did he say anything. Whilst Reaper was just about to pull his tongue off Genos light red ectoplasmic skin, he was stunned as Geno pushed him over, pinning him down with his foot on Reapers chest. Reapers reaction was unexpected. The obvious shock, excitement, but also lust. He had always been in power, now was at the 'mercy' of someone. Things flashed in his perverted mind, new things to test, try out. Multiple things came flying through his thoughts. What could Geno do to him? Choking? Gagging? Whips? Ropes? Leashes? All of these were just a small portion of the things Reaper had the sudden lust for, when he suddenly stopped, coughing for air.

In his loss of focus, he stared up at Geno, who now had a smug look on his face. Whilst Reaper wasn't focussing, Geno had managed to slip a collar onto Reaper. A black collar with a silver bell at the front. Silver accents dotted around the collar. The slightest movement, even breathing with how tight it was, caused the bell to ring. Like he was some kind of pet. Geno tightened his grip, choking Reaper harder as the other continued to cough, but slowed down, trying to get accustomed to the lack of air, he didn't cry for help. He blushed, a faint dusting of black on his face, sparkled with what appeared to be glitter, and he also struggled slightly. Not enough to signify discomfort. So Geno knew he was enjoying it. The tightness on the collar restricted Reaper enough to where he could still make quiet noises, moans, words. Whatever it may be.

Geno had already taken his pants off from Reaper teasing him earlier, but they still hung on by his feet as he had his legs spread prior, so he kicked them off fully, and then leaned into Reaper, not blinking once as he retained constant eye contact with Death. After a whole minutes of that, he stopped choking Reaper. Leaving him there for a minute. Without any kind of messed up pleasure or even any kind of conventional pleasure from a sex toy. Geno then went to grab some rope. A thick coil of a darkish brown rope. It was long, dense and near impossible to break. He tied the knot on the dip in the letter v in SAVE, which would keep Reaper there for a while. The rope was long enough so Reaper could stand, but was too short for him to actually move. With the collar and leash attached to Reaper, he resembled a dog, the only thing missing was a muzzle. Geno then looked deep into Reapers dark eyes, smirking, as he began to use a single finger to caress around the others skin. The dark blue dipped in as the pressure of Geno's finger graced it. The feeling was like being tickled, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

His fingers moved down to the others thighs, and he gently ran them up and down slowly. Very slowly. Not moving them any faster than Reaper did, slower than most insects move. The speed was excruciating to Reaper, but he was powerless to do anything in that moment, he was tied and had committed to this. The entire thing was boring to Geno, yet it was the most fun he's ever had during their sessions. Being in power, putting Reaper in his place. Geno stuck to it, seeing Reaper, the God of Death and Suffering, biting his lip to stop a moan and blushing profusely. Well, money couldn't buy that, and Geno had near infinite access to it.

He grabbed Reapers face and plied his jaws apart, opening his mouth, essentially removing the ability for Reaper to hide his moans. Within seconds Reaper did so. The God of Death, The Grim Reaper. He was hiding his moans. Geno wanted to laugh, it was comedic really. Someone so powerful at the mercy of him. Risking their reputation for an extra second of pleasure. He managed to keep it serious but gave a seductive smirk, grabbing Reaper chin and stroking it slightly. Leaning in, clinking his teeth with Reaper. "Stop hiding those moans.~" He demanded, and Reaper complied.

Then he went back to teasing. In between Reapers thighs now, Geno having taken Reapers pants off for skin to skin contact. The God of Death had relatively thick thighs, Geno having to spread the others legs to get fully in-between them. Impressive, this only accentuated the pleasure Reaper received. Geno started to properly tease, edging Reaper from any form of pleasure, for every time Reaper was about to, or looked like he was about to moan, Geno ceased all movement. Getting revenge was his drive. He kept doing this, no matter how many desperate looks the God gave him, he put Reaper through sexual frustration.

Temporarily he started tickling him under the neck and on his back, but quickly went back to his prior methods of teasing. Minutes after minutes. Geno took twice as long as Reaper did. Sometimes three times as long. They were there for almost 2 and a half hours. Throughout the whole thing, Reaper had a very noticeable hard-on and was sweating all over from the sexual heat and frustration Geno was causing him. After the time, he cut the rope and untied it from Reaper. He used Reaper gaining his bearings after being tied up and quickly got behind him, curling his legs around Reapers to effectively trap him. With one hand he signed 'the safe word is' the other hand, he showed it. 2 fingers up. The peace symbol. 2 fingers up, facing forward. Then, he grabbed Reapers scythe. Risky, but Reaper didn't say anything. He let Geno go do it. A god entrusting someone with their weapon was rare.

Geno gently positioned himself at Reapers backside, spanking the others ass, leaving a bright red mark on his bright blue ecto, and then Geno thrusted into Reaper. As he did, he gradually made slight incisions with the blade of the scythe into Reapers arms and legs. But only slightly, very very cautious with how he did it, with every other cut and incision he got an inch deeper. Until after 20 cuts he was balls deep. His dick was long, a large 9.7 inches, with respectable girth. Reaper had far more, but Reaper had never been fucked before, only done it to others. Geno let out groans and moans, occasionally spanking the others back or ass, constantly reminding Reaper who was in charge. Although it was hard for him not to. He was exceptionally tight. Each inch deeper was a new surge of pleasure through him, something nothing like he had ever experienced before. Geno attempted to go for long, holding himself back as long as he could, but he wasn't perfect.

He was a quick shot, not a bad thing, but whilst trying to make Reaper feel how he felt, it didn't fully work. He managed to hold it off for a bit, a few minutes or so. Not like Reaper. He couldn't go for 15 minutes in one round. After about 3 minutes of being balls deep, the compression from Reapers wincing, flinching and shivering, and the general tightness of him, just made it all feel so much better on his dick. A final thrust from Geno brought his cum, a decent amount. Quite a lot for such a short time. But as he winded down, he hugged Reapers waist, nuzzling his back gently.

Then spoke. "Let's clean and bandage you up hun."