Dexter and kit were hanging out over at Kit's place again. It was a little bit awkward considering what had happened last time. They sat on Kit's bed finishing the movie they missed during the previous activities. Dexter's head rested between their thighs, his hand drawing circles and running his fingers up and down their inner thigh.

Dexter occasionally looked up at them to make sure they were ok and feeling safe. They felt at home with Dexter. Home and safe. That is all that mattered to Kit.

The movie ended and Kit sat up going for the laptop to put something new on. However, Dexter didn't want to move from his spot. "Can we just chill for a bit, bozo?" He said mumbling, the air leaving his lips hitting their inner thigh. Their heart was beating faster than what was normal.

Kit placed their hand on his head and played with his hair. His hand slid up and down their thigh lightly. 'Is this what he means by chilling?' Kit thought to theirself. They didn't care too much because they know he'd ask to do something.

His hand moved around to the front of their thigh rubbing it making them feel sleepy. Kit let out a sleepy whimper on accident, "Sorry, I am just tired," they said groggily as they shuffled trying to get comfortable.

Dexter placed a soft kiss on their thigh chuckling at them. "It's ok bozo," He said, Kit could feel their second heartbeat getting out of control and they knew he could feel it too.

They were right, he could feel it. He didn't want to do anything but also he did. He softly placed kisses on either side of their thighs, his hands grabbing and kneading them. Kit withered uncomfortably from being unable to move. They wanted to do something not be stuck like this.

Dexter rolled over onto his stomach and pulled himself up to Kit's face, he pressed his lips against theirs gently. A small groan left Kit's mouth, they want him. They want Dexter in any and every way possible. "Dexter please," Kit begged, their hands roaming his upper back and neck.

"Hm? What do you want, Kit?" Dexter hummed looking at them with lust in his eyes. They will never get used to this, the way his eyes look, his body language, and how attractive he is. They just will never be able to get used to it.

Kit hid their face in embarrassment, still not used to Dexter acting like this even after what happened last week. "Please, Dex. I just want you. That's all I want, please," Kit whined, the words being muffled behind their arms. Kit felt an arm pull their arms down and they let it happen. Their face a crimson red.

"Well you're going to have to do more than beg, Kit," Dexter said his face looming over them. His hand took Kit's wrists and pinned them above their head. He pressed his lips against Kit's neck, sucking and biting the skin making it turn a spotted purple and red pattern.

Kit let out soft whimpers as their body contorted from not being able to touch Dexter. They wanted him, they wanted to touch him and make him feel good. They wanted to feel him inside of them, feel him twitch when they tighten around him, feel him push himself inside of them to the point where it hurts, feel him fill them up and feel themself finish all over his cock.

Dexter pulled up Kit's sweater passed their chest and pulled up their sports bra with it leaving their chest exposed. Dexter looked up at Kit making eye contact before placing his lips on their chest and sucking on the skin around the nub. "Please. Please, Dex. I'll do anything, please just-" Kit whines before Dexter shoves his index and middle finger into their mouth, his full weight pushing against their core.

"Did I tell you to talk?" Dexter asks not expecting an answer from the bottom as their back arching was an answer enough. He licked around the sensitive nub sending shivers down Kit's spine. Saliva coated Dexter's fingers as a string connected them to Kit's tongue when he removed them.

His hand slipped down under their underwear, his fingers sliding up and down their folds avoiding their clit. Whimpers and whines left Kit's mouth along was a string of pleases and even a 'Please sir'. For a switch, they sure do bottom a lot.

Dexter touched and teased them for what felt like hours, he wasn't being nice about this. He wanted to have fun. He knew how already overstimulated they were from their own activities and used that to his advantage. Not that Kit has a problem with it, of course, they enjoy it just a little too much.

Dexter pulled away from them and stood up off of their bed. He walked over to their gaming chair and sat down. "Touch yourself, Kit." He said looking at them with his legs crossed. He was comfortable over there whilst Kit was laying half naked on their bed.

"What?" Kit said their arms falling down to their side. Dexter's piercing gaze still stuck on their body, however, his bulge was more visible now. Why can't he just fuck them instead of this?

"You heard me, Kit," Dexter said shifting to lean over with his elbows now on his knees staring them down almost. They felt compelled to, their hand travelling down to their core whilst they turned their head away from him. Their fingers played with their folds and their clit, bucking their hips from the sudden touch.

Kit reached under their bed a pulled out a box. Dexter shuffled in his seat and thought 'Oh so that's where that is.' Kit took it out of the box and pressed the tip against their entrance and pushed it in slowly. They gasped at the sudden size, they still were not used to it even after two uses.

They pushed it in as far as they could and pulled it almost all the way out. They gasped from the pain and friction of pushing it back in and out again. Dexter looked at the sight inquisitively, the bulge in his pants becoming more evident.

He wanted to do something, he was torturing himself more than them. Dexter stood up and walked over to the end of Kit's bed. He grabbed Kit's thighs, forcing them apart. Kit looked up at him, his chest rising and falling slowly.

"Stomach, now," Dexter said pushing on their thighs trying to get them to flip over. Kit was frozen, they couldn't move. They flipped onto their side and dexter pulled their leg out from underneath them. Not only causing them to slip onto their stomach but also the toy inside of them to move.

Dexter quickly removed the toy from inside Kit, the friction causing them to let out a sharp gasp. They heard shuffling behind them before he spoke, "On your hands and knees, now." They listened to him, his voice scarier when you cannot see his facial expressions.

He placed his hand on the middle of their back, pushing slightly so it was easier for him to get in and out of them. He aligned his tip with their entrance and pushed himself in. He clutched Kit's hip so tightly, his nails dug into their skin making it bleed slightly.

"Dex, please. Please go slowly," Kit begged, their hand grabbing at the sheet below them. Dexter leaned forwards and bit down on Kit's shoulder leaving a bite mark. Kit yelped and moaned his name, turning Dexter on more.

Dexter pushed himself in and out, the pace of his thrusts getting quicker and harsher with each one. Kit's back felt like it was being demolished, the pain from Dexter thrusting in and out so harshly shooting all over their body. Kit could feel themself growing closer and closer to their high, they clenched their core around Dexter causing him to let out a groan.

"Kit, come on. Surely you can hold on a bit longer, no?" Dexter said teasingly. He's one to talk though, he could feel his own high growing nearer with each thrust. Kit collapsed onto the bed, their ass still in the air thanks to Dexter's hand digging into their thigh. Blood dripped down their hip thanks to Dexter's nails. The pain was barely noticeable thanks to the pain of Dexter thrusting inside of them.

"Please, Sir. Please, I can't wait any longer. Please," Kit whimpered, they tried to hold on but they couldn't. Kit grabbed at the sheet below them as they clenched around his cock, their juices coating him. Dexter raised his hand and slapped their ass, the sound echoing in the room.

"I thought I said to hold on longer. Fucking slut," Dexter said as his hand landed another hand on their ass, a red mark already forming from the hit before. Dexter thrust in harsher and harder than before, they became sloppier as his hand rose and fell back down on their ass another time.

"Dex, please," Kit whined being overstimulated by Dexter still fucking them roughly. Dexter pushed himself inside them one final time before releasing himself onto Kit's back, the warm liquid dripping down and onto their sheets. The juices from inside Kit dripped down their thighs mixing with Dexter's cum on the sheets.

Kit collapsed onto their bed, their brain truly mush. Dexter got dressed and pulled a blanket over Kit's body. He placed a kiss on top of their head allowing them to just take a moment and chill after what just happened. He sat down next to Kit and went onto Twitter to scroll for a bit. He retweeted a few things his friends had made and made a tweet or two in response.

Eventually Kit awoke, grabbing their phone and turning over to face Dexter. Their scrolled on Twitter making their own tweet, "Just got my back blown out, thanks @user101 !!!!" They then cuddled close to Dexter, resting their head on his lap. "Thanks for completely blowing my back out, Dex" They giggled as Dexter stroked their hair and played with it.

They were cute. It was disgusting how cute they were together. But it's cute too.

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