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Charles didn’t know how to respond when The Shade showed up at his door. The former villain was without his usual tailcoat, top hat, glasses and gloves, as well as having his sleeves rolled up. Normally, no one would bat an eye at someone dressed like this, but for a proper Victorian gentleman like Richard, this is practically a strip tease. If Charles didn’t know any better, Richard was trying to seduce him… was he?
The Shade looked disheveled, too- like he had just run a marathon. His normally pale face was flushed red. There was a hunger is his dark eyes that Charles had never seen in him before.
“Um, hello, Shade. What brings you here at this hour?” Charles asks, adjusting his goggles.
Richard's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his eyes roaming over Charles' form. "It… it was my roses," Richard said, his voice strained. "They were alive! They sprayed their pollen on me, and I need your help to... to purge it from my system."
He reached out, his hand cupping Charles' cheek, thumb brushing over his lips. "I didn't know where else to go," he continued, leaning in until their noses nearly brushed. "You're the only one I trust to help me with this. I need you, Charles." Richard's other hand found Charles' hip, gripping it possessively. His eyes, normally so cool and controlled, blazed with a fevered intensity.
"I know this is... unorthodox," Richard murmured, his lips a hairsbreadth from Charles', "But I'm desperate. I can't control it much longer. Please, Doctor... help me."
Charles groaned. What kind of villain would do this to someone like The Shade? Why did their first time together be like this?
The doctor pouts and unbuckles his belt, inviting the villian in. He’s cured the other JSAers with similar symptoms like this, he might as well do it for Richard.
“Fine, I'll help. The bed’s upstairs. Or we have the couch, if you can’t make it. Whatever makes you the most comfortable.”
Richard's breath hitched, a wave of relief washing over him. He leaned in, capturing the doctor's lips in a kiss filled with barely restrained desire. His hands roamed over Charles' chest, mapping out his body beneath the shirt.
"Bed," Richard growled against Charles' lips, his voice rough with arousal. "Now." He carried the doctor bridal style up the stairs, every step a battle against the growing urgency between his legs.
As they reached the bedroom, Richard spun Charles around, pinning him against the door. He attacked his neck with lips and teeth, sucking and biting, marking the smooth skin. His hands slid under Charles' shirt, pushing it up and off in one swift motion.
"Tell me you want this," Richard demanded, his voice a low, silky rumble. "Tell me you need me as much as I need you." He rocked his hips forward, letting Charles feel the hard, aching length of him through their remaining clothes.
"Please, Doctor," he breathed, his breath hot against Charles' ear. "I'm so close to losing control. I need you to be sure."
"I-I do," the doctor stuttered out, hesitating. "I've been wanting this for a while, actually."
"I've desired you as well," Richard confessed between heated kisses. "From the moment I first saw you - so brilliant, so caring, so beautiful. I couldn't stop thinking about you, about the things I'd do for you."
He walked them backwards until Charles' knees hit the edge of the bed. With a gentle push, he lowered the doctor onto the mattress, crawling over him with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
"You're wearing much too many clothes for my tastes," Richard murmured, his nimble fingers already working on the fastenings of Charles' pants. He tugged them down, along with the doctor's underwear, baring his most intimate places to his hungry gaze. "My, your body is just as gorgeous as I thought it would be," he breathed, drinking in the sight of the man splayed out beneath him. He leaned down, trailing open-mouthed kisses along Charles' inner thigh, inching ever closer to his slightly-shorter-than-average arousal.
"I'm going to make you feel better than you ever have in your life, Charles," he promised, his voice a devilish purr. "I'm going to worship you and your perfect body long after you’ve cured me."
He flicked his tongue out, tasting the leaking slit of Charles' cock. The flavor exploded on his tongue,
"Delicious," he murmured before taking the doctor into his mouth, swallowing him down to the hilt in one smooth motion. He set a deep, sensual rhythm, savoring every inch of Charles' meager length.
Charles, on the other hand, couldn’t keep up. Everything Richard did was planned meticulously so that Charles would feel nothing but pure bliss. All he could do was whine and moan and whimper at the sensations. He felt close to cumming already.
Richard could feel the tremors wracking Charles' body, the way the doctor’s fingers dug into the bedsheets and his back arched off the mattress. The sounds Charles made—those desperate, broken whimpers—only fueled Richard’s own hunger. He increased the pace of his tongue, swirling and sucking with a practiced, rhythmic intensity that pushed Charles closer and closer to the edge.
"Thaaat's it," Richard murmured against his skin. "Just let go, Charles. Give it all to me."
He reached up, his hand finding Charles' chest and pressing down, pinning him to the bed as he continued his assault. Richard could feel the tension building in the doctor's thighs, the way his breath came in short, jagged gasps. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex and the heavy, sweet aroma of the pollen still clinging to Richard's skin.
As Charles neared his peak, Richard shifted, moving upward to capture his lips in another hungry, demanding kiss. Richard’s hand slid down, his fingers finding the base of Charles' cock and squeezing firmly, guiding him, urging him over the threshold.
"Now," Richard commanded against his lips, his own body shaking with the effort of holding back. "Now, Charles!"
With a strangled cry, Charles shuddered violently, his body jerking as he came, spilling himself across Richard’s face and chest. Richard didn't pull away. Instead, he drank him in, savoring the moment of release and the raw vulnerability of the man beneath him. He held Charles tightly, his arms wrapping around him as the aftershocks subsided, rutting against his thigh.
“Such a good boy for me, Charles. I hope you’re prepared to take me?”
Charles didn’t get a chance to respond as Richard stripped his pants and underwear off in one fell swoop. His already hefty cock was engorged with need, an angry red color. Charles could have sworn it’s growing bigger by the moment. Perhaps it might be a side effect of Richard’s pollen infection? Charles decided to file that thought away for future experimentation later. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the thick, throbbing length as it bobbed heavily before him, leaking copiously. It seemed to pulse with each beat of Richard's heart, growing more swollen and urgent by the second. Charles had seen many men aroused, but never one so desperately, almost violently in need.
Richard’s breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he loomed over Charles. His skin was flushed, slick with sweat, and his muscles trembled with the effort of restraint.
"Do you see what you do to me, my dear doctor?" Richard cooed. He wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking himself slowly, his thumb smearing the thick pre-cum that beaded at the tip. "This is all for you, Charles. Every inch of it."
Richard didn’t wait for an answer. He reached for the nightstand, fumbling for the lube he knew Charles kept there because of course the doctor would be prepared. His fingers trembled as he slicked himself up, the cool gel doing little to ease the burning heat of his arousal.
"I need you more than I need air," Richard moaned as he positioned himself at Charles’ entrance, the head of his cock pressing against him teasingly. "Tell me you can take me."
His free hand slid under Charles’ hips, lifting him slightly, aligning their bodies. The anticipation was agonizing, the need to bury himself deep inside Charles almost unbearable. He could feel the doctor’s breath hitch, the way his body tensed in anticipation.
"Please, Charles," Richard begged, his voice breaking. "I need you to say it."
Charles took one look at the cock in front of him and gulped. It’s bigger than Al’s cock, bigger than he’s ever taken. Still, they’ve come this far already, so there’s not use stopping now.
“A-alright,” the doctor muttered. “Do it.”
Richard gripped himself harder, the swollen head of his cock pushing insistently against the tight ring of Charles' asshole. He could feel the doctor's body tensing, resisting the inevitable invasion. Part of him wanted to be gentle, to go slow and enjoy their first time together, but the pollen demanded satisfaction.
With a grunt of effort, Richard surged forward, the bulbous head popping past the tight muscular barrier. Charles let out a strangled cry, his back arching off the bed as he was suddenly, brutally stretched around the thick intrusion. Richard paused for just a moment, feeling the doctor's insides clench and flutter around him. But he was relentless. Richard pushed forward again, inch after throbbing inch of his massive cock sinking into the grasping heat of Charles' ass. The doctor panted and moaned, his hands fisting in the sheets as he was slowly impaled on Richard’s shaft.
Richard watched, transfixed, as his cock disappeared into Charles' body, the doctor's flat stomach starting to bulge obscenely. He could feel the heat of it, the grip of the doctor's walls around him, and it only further fueled his lust.
Finally, with a last, hard thrust, Richard bottomed out, his hips pressed against the curve of Charles' ass, his balls nestling against the doctor's taint. He was buried to the hilt, every throbbing inch of him sheathed in the doctor's stretched hole.
For a long moment, they were both still, Richard savoring the feeling of finally being inside his long-time obsession, and Charles trying to adjust to the sheer size of the cock splitting him open. Richard could feel the doctor's heart pounding against his chest, could hear the ragged sound of his breathing.
"You’re such a good boy, doctor," Richard purred. "You're so adorably tight. I knew you would be." Charles thought himself loose, but when compared to Richard's monstrosity, he may as well be a virgin again.
Richard pulled back slowly, until just the head of his cock remained inside, and then slammed forward again, setting a brutal pace. The bed creaked and shook with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall.
Charles could only hold on for dear life, his body jolting with each powerful drive of Richard’s hips. He'd never been fucked like this before, never been so completely overwhelmed by sheer size and strength.
He could only hold on, fingers digging into the sweat-slicked skin of Richard's flexing ass, as the Shade's hips slammed into him with brutal force. Each thrust took the breath from his lungs. He'd never been taken like this before. It was as if Richard was trying to fuck him clean through the mattress, to impale him on his cock until they were joined. Charles had fucked countless men and women in his life, had been fucked by partners of all shapes and sizes. He fancied himself experienced, even jaded. But this was something else entirely. And God help him, but Charles never wanted it to end. His body screamed in protest, muscles burning and stretching to their limit, but his mind loved the sensation. He'd never felt so utterly used. It was terrifying and exhilarating and more arousing than anything he'd ever experienced.
He could feel every ridge and vein of Richard's massive cock as it split him open, could feel it pulsing and throbbing inside him like a heartbeat. He swore he could feel it in his throat. Charles came again, his body convulsing almost violently as another massive orgasm made its way through him. It started in his core, radiating through every nerve ending until he was nothing but a writhing, whimpering mess. His cock jerked and pulsed, painting his chest and stomach with rope after rope of hot, thick cum. It felt like it would never end, like he would be coming forever, drowning in it.
Through the haze of his own pleasure, he could feel Richard's cock throbbing and twitching inside him, could feel the hot rush of the other man's release flooding his insides. Richard's hips jerked and stuttered, his rhythm faltering as he finally, finally found his own completion. He collapsed forward, his sweat-slicked body blanketing Charles, pinning him down as he rode out the waves of his climax.
They lay tangled together, chests heaving, skin slick and sticky with the evidence of their coupling. Charles could feel every inch of Richard's body pressed against his own, from the hairy chest to the thighs that still gripped his ass. He could feel the hot, heavy throb of Richard's cock softening inside him, the slow ooze of their combined releases seeping out around it.
Charles wanted to find the culprit immediately after Richard was cured, but that adventure could wait until the morning. Or whenever Charles could walk again.