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All mine. Only mine. Tell me how much you want me Garrett. Tell me how much you ache for me.

[He moved his finger in the man, stroking Garrett from the inside. Steve enjoyed touching men, enjoyed it above and beyond just about anything honestly. While sucking someone off was his perpetual go-to, when the dominating instinct was on him he enjoyed making someone squirm. He tried to draw things out, to really make his partner whine and beg. It just made him happy.]

I do. [Quietly but in a strained, whining tone.] Maker's breath, I want you to fuck me.

[All that intensity, all that rage, all that strength- he had to know what it felt like. He had to know how it felt to have those strong arms pinning him down with that cock moving inside him.]

Make me yours.

Say please. Please Garrett. I wanna hear it . . .

[He continued to play with the man. Moving that single finger in and out slowly. Steve wasn't even going to give another finger until Garrett begged him. He wanted the words.]

Please. [Immediately, without a thought.] Please fuck me.

[He hadn't been this turned on and desperate for it in a long time. Somehow, suspecting what insane influence Steve was under and knowing the danger he was in just made this more thrilling and got his cock that much harder. He figured if he gave Steve what he wanted and begged, the man would stop teasing him and would get into proper foreplay.

Hopefully. People under this influence weren't always the most rational or patient. But oh, he ached for it, and submitting felt so good, and giving in was so easy.]

Good. Good boy Garrett. Good boy. Deep breath, hmm?

[Steve didn't wait for the man to comply, he simply pushed in another finger and scissored them. A few moments later he added a third finger, moving all three fairly quickly. He wanted Garrett loose enough to take him without injury. That initial push in needed to be smooth. After that . . .]

[Steve was rushing, going too quickly and Garrett knew it, but he couldn't bring himself to care. So what if it was too quick? He could just heal. If Steve let him. Garrett was banking on that, but he was also too turned-on to care.]

Oh, god.

[Deep breaths. It already stung just a tiny bit, but he knew he could take it. He'd take much bigger (though not many that were human), and it would be fine. All he cared about was how hard he was, and how good Steve felt holding him down like this.]

[Steve rested more of his weight on the hand pinning Garrett, aware that the position would start making it hard to breathe. He wanted that. He wanted to hear that faint hitch in the man's breathing, the strain in the lungs. He wanted the man vulnerable and weak.

It wasn't rational and Steve knew that, but he didn't give a damn if it made sense. It just felt good. He finally pulled his fingers out and wiped them on Garrett's ass, simply because it amused him to do so. It was nothing short of humiliating, and he liked that. he wanted Garrett completely submissive.]

Yes, I suppose you can call me that. It's acceptable.

[Garrett was starting to struggle to breathe a little. Steve was shockingly strong and had him crushed into the ground with ease, making it hard for him to expand his lungs fully. He had to confine himself to shallow, labored breaths, well aware that it was only making him weaker. Any chance he ever had of fighting back was rapidly bleeding away into nothing, leaving him utterly helpless in Steve's hands.

But still, he managed to wheeze out a little chuckle.]

Shut up. [It was utterly without intent behind it, just ribbing him lightly for the incredibly cheese "god" line.] Just give me some cock.

Ah ah. No lip, remember?

[He shoved down on Garrett, making the breath rush out of him. It wasn't really a punishment, it was just practical. While the man struggled to pull in another breath, Steve could move around and get into position, which he did/ He hauled Garrett's hips up and steadied and positioned himself as well, then paused.]

If it hurts, heal.

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