I don't- I don't know what this is.

~Spring Rain and Viagra Pills~

tw/cw:sexually explicit content, cursing, corruption kink, voice kink, masochism, exhibitionism, window sex (the window leads out into the backyard don't worry), degradation kink, size kink, choking kink, fingering, cunnilingus, restriction, dom/sub relationship sort of, sir kink, mind break/dumbification if you squint, porn without plot, very brief aftercare because i can't write mindbreak aftercare for shit,very slightly unrealistic smut i must admit, not proofread we die like Mr. Stanley Parable (again. and again. and again. and again. and again. and again. and a-)

pairing: cis male x trans male (hasn't had
bottom surgery yet) (humans? in a fic wynter wrote?! it's more likely than you think!)

plot/backstory: Someone gave Damien viagra pills and it's really bothering him. He's never been a very horny guy, if anything you'd assume he doesn't know the meaning of the word sex, but suddenly he's quite desperate. And Arlo's keen to solve it.

author's note: jesus fuck this is long, but ngl this was very entertaining to write, it's been a long time since i've done an oc crossover fic like this. I'm 50% sure this's gonna get noticed by the tumblr horny jail bot so I'm gonna crosspost it onto Wattpad as well, if there's any errors it's probably because i had to use the image scan feature on photos. But, I digress, I wrote this standing in the middle of my kitchen. Enjoy, my lovelies~

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Damien's breath hitched as he was pinned to the
wall, whimpering as Arlo bit down on his neck. He pressed his thighs together for some sort of
friction, before letting out a desperate whine as
Arlo pushed his legs apart with his knee.

"Ah ah, none of that~" he purred. "You're gonna stay still, and take exactly what I give you, like a good little plaything, do you understand~?"

Damien simply let out a soft noise somewhere
between delight and frustration in response,
grinding down against his thigh, breath hitching
once more as Arlo held his hips in place.

"Do you understand, pet~?"

Damien bit his lip, squirming in his grasp.
"Yessir~" he responded after a moment, looking
up at him, before letting out a sharp gasp as Arlo
began to rub him through the fabric of his skirt,
whimpering and jerking into his touch.

Arlo went to speak but then paused as someone
passed by in the hallway, yet continued his
actions and leaving Damien to try his best to
suppress his sounds, and for the life of him it took all his willpower not to just come undone right in that moment.

Once the footsteps finally faded, Arlo removed his hand, Damien practically whimpering at the loss of contact and, unintentionally, dropping to his knees as his legs felt weak.

Arlo chuckled, gripping his hair gently.
"Oh, alright, I guess we can start there~" he purred, Damien looking up at him with a questioning glance, before his eyes widened as Arlo's spare hand drifted to the fly of his jeans, simply watching as he undid his fly and- oh my god.

"Fucking shit, Arlo..~" he gasped, looking up at
his dominant, who simply just smirked back. He
glanced at it, only partially sure.. fuck it, what did
he have to lose?

He looked up at the man above him with those
wide, innocent fucking doe eyes as he slowly
licked a long stripe up the underside, earning a
breathy moan, before taking the tip in his mouth
and sucking gently.