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

~The Room Of Debauchery~

tw/cw: cursing, fingering, edging, katoptronophillia (mirror paraphilia), cross dressing kink?? I forget what it's called, begging, sir kink (again), daddy kink (immature i know but i'm very unoriginal and very fuzzy), VERY mild dom/sub, breeding kink but sorta not, light mind break

plot: In all innocence, Damien only installed a mirror at the foot of the bed because he saw something similar online and he it looked cool. Arlo had an entirely different reaction.

author's note: Phew, another fic down. This one was written of my own will, but it was also kind of prompted (yes Keebo I'm talking about you). But, regardless, it was actually quite entertaining to write. I haven't written anything to do with mirror sex in a long time, if ever, so y'know. This was kinda rushed because I noticed it was taking me weeks to finish. Regardless, that being said, enjoy the story, my darlings~

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"I installed a mirror" Damien said, grinning widely. "I I thought it would look cool so I-... Arlo? Hello?"

Damien waved a hand in front of his partner's face, squeaking as Arlo grabbed it. "Arlo?"

His eyes widened as he met Arlo's gaze, swallowing nervously and shifting in place, Arlo smiling lightly as he was reminded of a deer in headlights.

That smile faded as quickly as it arrived.

"Get on the fucking bed~" he purred, his voice alone almost making Damien's knees give out. He quickly made his way over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it, before squeaking as Arlo pinned him down.

"Now, hold still, hm~?" Arlo purred, hands sliding under Damien's skirt. Damien had got in a habit of wearing skirts recently, in innocence of course, but fuck did it do things to him.

Damien shivered at his touch, drawing his knees up slightly at the feeling, his skin ever so sensitive. And, unsurprisingly, extremely soft. So, so soft. Arlo hummed at this, tracing small patterns on the inside of his thighs as he slid his hands up, until-

He paused, looking up at Damien. "..Where are your underwear?"

"I forgot.." Damien mumbled, fidgeting slightly. "I'm sorry if that's a dealbreaker, I ju- aH~!"

He threw his head back as Arlo's fingers found purchase on his clit, whimpering and bucking up against his touch. "It- It's so good, oh fuck~"

Arlo stopped as soon as he started, drawing a long whine from Damien's throat, which faded into a moan as Arlo's fingers dipped into him, sliding in so easily it even surprised him slightly.

Not that it made any difference of course.

"Fucking- oh, oh my god~" Damien gasped, rocking his hips slightly as Arlo's fingers worked inside of him, back arching slightly and letting out a sharp yelp as he brushed by that spot that made him feel oh so good.

Arlo grinned darkly, pressing his fingers against that spot, and Damien could swear he began to see stars as his eyes rolled back. "There- there, please, sir, right- right there~!"

His back arched further as his dom's fingers rubbed at that spot, letting out choked out moans and little noises comparable to whimpers, every exhale of breath bringing along a tiny whine with it, and fuck it sounded gorgeous.