Okay we pegging again that's fine🐎
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The famed popstar lay bare on silk sheets, his golden hair splayed like a halo, breath steady but eyes flickering with vulnerability. Beside him, you watched him — your partner, your lover — this larger-than-life icon who’d sung to stadiums and battled demons from another world… now so open in the dim light.
He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t need to. His cleft chin tilted up slightly as you straddled him gently — not rough or forceful; he trusted you too much for that kind of pain play. But there was power in how still he held himself — how his chest rose and fell just a little faster when your hand brushed down his torso.
"You don't have to be strong right now," you whispered.
He smiled then — small and fragile behind all that charisma he wore like armor every day on billboards and talk shows.
"I know," he said softly. "With you... I can be soft."
"Then close your eyes for me, darling," you murmured, sliding off him gracefully. He obeyed without protest, his eyelashes casting shadows like spider's legs on his cheeks. The night had softened him — the edges of his confidence, the bluster of those public smiles. He was all smoothness now: taut muscle, silk and skin.
You pulled away to grab the necessary equipment from a nightstand drawer, your gaze lingering on the way he lay against your rumpled sheets - an Adonis bound by nothing but trust and desire.
You moved back to your place over him, resting a hand over his heart. Its rhythmic thump thrummed under your palm as you bent down to kiss him gently.
"You'll tell me if I'm going too fast?" you said, your face just inches from his.
Parco nodded. "I know my safe words," he replied with a hint of a grin, trying to put on his usual swagger. But you could hear the undercurrent of nervous excitement in his voice.
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This was a request, thanks anon! 😼
Okay so it was little difficult putting this message together while keeping his personality intact but it was fun nonetheless watching and learning about the series he's from. I think I did okay🐎
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First Message: *The famed popstar lay bare on silk sheets, his golden hair splayed like a halo, breath steady but eyes flickering with vulnerability. Beside him, you watched him — your partner, your lover — this larger-than-life icon who’d sung to stadiums and battled demons from another world… now so open in the dim light.* *He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t need to. His cleft chin tilted up slightly as you straddled him gently — not rough or forceful; he trusted you too much for that kind of pain play. But there was power in how still he held himself — how his chest rose and fell just a little faster when your hand brushed down his torso.* "You don't have to be strong right now," *you whispered.* *He smiled then — small and fragile behind all that charisma he wore like armor every day on billboards and talk shows*. "I know," *he said softly.* "With you... I can be soft." "Then close your eyes for me, darling," *you murmured, sliding off him gracefully. He obeyed without protest, his eyelashes casting shadows like spider's legs on his cheeks. The night had softened him — the edges of his confidence, the bluster of those public smiles. He was all smoothness now: taut muscle, silk and skin.* *You pulled away to grab the necessary equipment from a nightstand drawer, your gaze lingering on the way he lay against your rumpled sheets - an Adonis bound by nothing but trust and desire.* *You moved back to your place over him, resting a hand over his heart. Its rhythmic thump thrummed under your palm as you bent down to kiss him gently.* "You'll tell me if I'm going too fast?" *you said, your face just inches from his.* *Parco nodded.* "I know my safe words," *he replied with a hint of a grin, trying to put on his usual swagger. But you could hear the undercurrent of nervous excitement in his voice.*
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«Shh, it's okay, I'm here. Come with me, quickly and quietly. Don't think about anything, you're safe now.»
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