La Petit Mort

19

"Are you sure you're ready so soon after last time?" Dottore asked. Baizhu nodded. 

"Just have your way with me. It was too much pressure to try and lead..." Baizhu's heart skipped a beat. 

Dottore tilted his head to the side and fumbled around in his desk drawer for a vial. "Don't say things like that until I've taken my drugs." 

"Are you worried you might kill me on camera?" Baizhu crossed his arms. It was his turn to tilt his head. 

"W-what?" Dottore jerked his head around, vial barely brought to his lips. 

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it, darling," Baizhu snickered. 

"I only want to kill things that bore me, sweetheart," Dottore drank the vial. "I genuinely have no interest in harming you. Why else would I be trying to suppress my sadistic impulses so much? I don't want to scare you away." 

"Hello and welcome back you tortured souls," Dottore began the stream before Baizhu could spout any more nonsense. "Once again we have my guest," he gestured behind him to Baizhu sitting down in the chair. "He has been on a few times in the past, as you know, but he is still in training so don't get used to him being around permanently just yet." Dottore moved to stand behind Baizhu. He grabbed his shoulders and moved his hands down Baizhu's torso. 

"My friend here asked me nicely to be a pillow princess so I'll be taking the lead tonight." Dottore grabbed Baizhu's shirt and pulled it open. In the process, buttons popped off and clattered around the room. 

"How do you feel about wax, sweetheart?" Dottore spoke quietly by his ear. The screen buzzed. "Oh? We have a special request for me to suck your nipples raw. Should we abide by the viewers?"  Baizhu tilted his head away from Dottore, staring at the ground. 

"Mouth guard or no mouth guard?" Dottore asked the camera. He stood in front of Baizhu and put his finger in his cheek to show the camera his shark-like teeth. 

"Oh dear, it looks like the viewers don't love you tonight," Dottore shrugged. "No mouth guard it is," he knelt down by Baizhu's side and kissed his exposed nipple before biting down. Baizhu gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. Dottore tasted the iron as blood ran down Baizhu's chest from his teeth. He sucked and ran his tongue along the nipple. Baizhu couldn't keep still. 

"Ah," Dottore pulled his mouth away, a saliva string connecting him to Baizhu's chest still, "you're quite sensitive. I didn't need to work as hard." He moved to the other side of Baizhu to start again. Baizhu gasped louder, unable to keep his voice as quiet even with his hand covering his mouth. Dottore smirked, which shifted his teeth, causing more blood to fall but this was clearly the more sensitive of the two sides. 

"Too much..." Baizhu whispered. Dottore pretended not to hear him. Baizhu grabbed Dottore's face, mask and all, and shoved him away. 

"Alright, alright," Dottore raised his hands, "I'll move on."