Warnings: Dom Deceit/Sub Remus, Punishment, Master/Pet Dynamic, Chains, Collars, Cock Ring, Rough Sex, Ruined Orgasm
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"Oh my, what a wonderful surprise this is."
Remus immediately froze, even though it was obvious what was going on. His shirt was off, his jeans pushed down just enough, and his hand wrapped tightly around his leaking dick. He whimpered a bit, taking a hand off himself. He looked up at Deceit, panting.
Deceit had his eyebrow raised, arms crossed over his chest. "Well now, don't let me interrupt," he tutted, leaning on the door frame. "Keep going, slut."
Remus shivered at Deceit's tone. "A-Aren't you going to c-close the door?"
"Why would I?" Deceit didn't move. "What, don't you want the others to hear what a little needy bitch you are?"
Remus whimpered at the thought, already far deep in subspace and Deceit knew it. He hesitantly placed the hand back on his leaking cock, groaning as he played with the slit. Remus groaned, at the pleasure but it just didn't feel as good as before. Not with Deceit so close...
"Master, please," Remus groaned. "Fuck me."
"Now why would I do that?" Deceit countered, finally stepping inside the room and closing the door behind him. "You seemed content enough with your own hand before I walked in."
"Master, please," Remus groaned. "I - I'm sorry - I - I need you to t-touch me, p-please," he gasped, hips bucking just at the thought.
"Touch yourself and maybe I'll think about it," Deceit teased.
Remus groaned, but obeyed, despite knowing the Deceit clearly had no intentions of touching him. He moved his hand up and down his length, occasionally swiping his thumb across the tip. He gritted his teeth as Deceit watched him play with himself. Remus pumped his length faster, starting to feel the familiar knot in his stomach grow once more.
"Does that feel good?" Deceit asked. "How does it feel to be a desperate little slut all the time? A fuck toy, just waiting for someone to come along and use you."
Remus groaned at Deceit's words - dirty talk always turned him into a mess. "C-Close, M-Master. Can - Can I?" Remus stuttered.
Dee raised an eyebrow. "Like I said, so desperate. But I guess so," Deceit waved a gloved hand. "If that's what you really want..."
Remus whimpered at that but it was too late, he was already cumming over his hand. He moaned loudly and the feeling, shaking a bit.
He panted as he came down from his eye, noticing the bulge in Deceit's pants. He licked his lips at the thought of wrapping his mouth around it, Deceit fucking into his mouth, Deceit cumming down his throat -
"Come on, now," Deceit snapped his fingers, startling Remus out of his thoughts. "Follow me."
Remus pulled up his briefs and jeans, quickly following behind. He didn't bother with a shirt, having a feeling it would come off soon enough anyway.
Deceit stopped outside of their playroom and Remus was starting to get hard again just at the sight. Deceit smirked as he noticed.
Deceit opened the door, leading the way into the room. Remus couldn't help his eyes from drifting along all the different toys - a collection of gags, blindfolds, ropes, handcuffs, spreader bars. The whips, belts, rulers, and paddles were in the corner. The chains in the center dangled from the ceiling, Remus liked those. The array of dildos, vibrators, sounds, butt plugs, and cock rings made Remus more excited. The larger toys were in the back - the sex swing, the fuck machine...
