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doll. Gasp on my cock.”
And he does—it’s a sick, wet sound, but he gasps, choking with that huge cock in his mouth. He doesn’t tap—he /listens/, messily taking breaths around Dr. Eij’s dick.
“There he is—there’s my favorite nurse. Not a thing you can’t do, right?” He says,
And he does—it’s a sick, wet sound, but he gasps, choking with that huge cock in his mouth. He doesn’t tap—he /listens/, messily taking breaths around Dr. Eij’s dick.
“There he is—there’s my favorite nurse. Not a thing you can’t do, right?” He says,
and though Katsuki can’t see—he’s focused on not fucking choking—he knows he’s smiling.
“You never snap at me, you know. That’s what gave you away. That’s how I knew you’d be a good little toy for me, someday.”
“You never snap at me, you know. That’s what gave you away. That’s how I knew you’d be a good little toy for me, someday.”
He moans—and it’s a wet and sticky sound that makes the doctor moan too.
“You like that?” Eij whispers, loosening his grip to caress Katsuki’s cheek. “Like being my toy?”
Katsuki nods—as much as he can with his mouth full.
“You like that?” Eij whispers, loosening his grip to caress Katsuki’s cheek. “Like being my toy?”
Katsuki nods—as much as he can with his mouth full.
“Open—wider, Katsuki.”
He complies, easily. Maybe a little to easily. He drops his jaw all the way, uncaring how it makes his chin even slicker than before.
The doctor adjusts his grip—his big hand cupping the nurse’s throat, the other curled around the base of his neck.
He complies, easily. Maybe a little to easily. He drops his jaw all the way, uncaring how it makes his chin even slicker than before.
The doctor adjusts his grip—his big hand cupping the nurse’s throat, the other curled around the base of his neck.
In one hard thrust, he pulls Katsuki’s nose flush against his pubes.
He holds him there too, lip caught between his teeth as he watches Katsuki try to reach for the floor to keep himself up—or maybe he’s trying to avoid sliding into the mess on the floor—Eij doesn’t care.
He holds him there too, lip caught between his teeth as he watches Katsuki try to reach for the floor to keep himself up—or maybe he’s trying to avoid sliding into the mess on the floor—Eij doesn’t care.
He can’t care—not when Katsuki’s throat is so tight, and especially not when the blond whines out a garbled, desperate sound that makes his whole throat vibrate.
“That’s it, oh, that’s it, pet.” He grunts, fucking into his mouth roughly.
“That’s it, oh, that’s it, pet.” He grunts, fucking into his mouth roughly.
He groans out again—a rough, ragged sound that makes Katsuki struggle to look up.
And he’s glad he does, because Doctor Eijirou looks anything but fucking old standing over him.
All his muscles are tense, his chest and neck flushed pink in exertion, and he feels a little
And he’s glad he does, because Doctor Eijirou looks anything but fucking old standing over him.
All his muscles are tense, his chest and neck flushed pink in exertion, and he feels a little
proud to know he—his virgin throat, more accurately—made him like that.
“Katsuki—fucking listen, baby—can I?” Ei asks, and Katsuki realizes he’s blanked out again. “Look at me—can I cum inside you?”
Katsuki nods hard, moaning at the feeling of Eijirou twitching in his throat.
“Katsuki—fucking listen, baby—can I?” Ei asks, and Katsuki realizes he’s blanked out again. “Look at me—can I cum inside you?”
Katsuki nods hard, moaning at the feeling of Eijirou twitching in his throat.
“Fuuuuck yeah, pretty boy.” Eijirou groans—and with three or four harsh thrusts, Katsuki chokes around what he can only describe as a /fuckton/ of cum.
Doctor Eijirou is so far down his throat though, that he can’t even taste it. He just sits patiently, choking around the
Doctor Eijirou is so far down his throat though, that he can’t even taste it. He just sits patiently, choking around the
feeling.
He doesn’t even register Eijirou pulling free—just one minute his jaw is tense and his mouth is full, and the next he’s /empty/, coughing loudly at the influx of cold air.
The doctor squats in front of him, one hand still in his hair, and takes a long look at his face,
He doesn’t even register Eijirou pulling free—just one minute his jaw is tense and his mouth is full, and the next he’s /empty/, coughing loudly at the influx of cold air.
The doctor squats in front of him, one hand still in his hair, and takes a long look at his face,
surveying the damage. Katsuki can only imagine what he looks like—eyes red and lashes wet, spit and tears all down his face, lips swollen and puffy from being fucked so roughly.
“Can you hear me, baby?” He asks, snapping Katsuki’s eyes to his. “Theeeere he is.”
“Can you hear me, baby?” He asks, snapping Katsuki’s eyes to his. “Theeeere he is.”
When he opens his mouth, his voice is /awfully/ broken and croaky. “Did I help?”
The doctor smiles, a big beautiful smile Katsuki recognizes, “Yeah—yeah, you helped, Katsuki.”
He whimpers when Doctor Ei surges forward and kisses at his his wet, messy lips.
***
After
The doctor smiles, a big beautiful smile Katsuki recognizes, “Yeah—yeah, you helped, Katsuki.”
He whimpers when Doctor Ei surges forward and kisses at his his wet, messy lips.
***
After
being cleaned off by Doctor Ei using every single sheet of Klee/nex from the box in the on-call room, Katsuki emerges first.
The hall is just as quiet as it was before, not a soul wandering around in the early morning.
He still can’t fucking talk right—his voice cracks on
The hall is just as quiet as it was before, not a soul wandering around in the early morning.
He still can’t fucking talk right—his voice cracks on
every other syllable—and his knees are bruised to hell and back, but he’s got a spring in his step, because Doctor Eijirou emerges about fifteen minutes later, looking equal parts relieved and frazzled.
He rejoins his nurses at the station, and they all look at him, expectantly.
He rejoins his nurses at the station, and they all look at him, expectantly.
“What?” He asks, his voice cracking.
“Did he yell at you? He went looking for you like, forty minutes ago.”
Katsuki feels his cheeks heat up again. “We shared some words.”
“Shared some words,” Mina scoffs, “You screamed your voice raw yelling at that poor man, didn’t you?”
“Did he yell at you? He went looking for you like, forty minutes ago.”
Katsuki feels his cheeks heat up again. “We shared some words.”
“Shared some words,” Mina scoffs, “You screamed your voice raw yelling at that poor man, didn’t you?”
Katsuki clears his throat, but his voice cracks again, not helping his case. “No—“
Just then, Dr. Eijirou wanders over, reaching over the counter to snag a pen from beside Katsuki.
“Almost time to head home, you guys excited?” He asks sweetly.
Just then, Dr. Eijirou wanders over, reaching over the counter to snag a pen from beside Katsuki.
“Almost time to head home, you guys excited?” He asks sweetly.
The other nurses rattle off their end-of-shift plans while Eijirou saddles beside Katsuki. Hidden by the counter, he tucks something into Katsuki’s pocket.
Probably the phone number—and address—he promised him.
Probably the phone number—and address—he promised him.
When he’s about to leave, he quietly says, “I can’t believe you didn’t get a drop on you.” And on the tail end, “Good boy,”
Katsuki stiffens, feeling himself stirring in his scrubs again.
With that, Doctor Eijirou’s pager goes off, and he excuses himself with a wink.
Mina, however, raises a curious brow at her friend. “What did you not get on you?”
“What?” He snaps, defensively.
She points in
With that, Doctor Eijirou’s pager goes off, and he excuses himself with a wink.
Mina, however, raises a curious brow at her friend. “What did you not get on you?”
“What?” He snaps, defensively.
She points in
the direction the doctor took off in. “What did you spill?”
Katsuki half smiles.
“Saline.”
/End
Katsuki half smiles.
“Saline.”
/End
