Tag: sinneregos

sinneregos:

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sinneregos:

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Host nodded, eager, desperate. He wanted to be good, he wanted to be needed, to be liked. He wanted to be a good pet. Good pets were liked, and loved. He wanted that. He was so desperate to make Google come, giving it his all.

He didn’t care about cuming himself, as he worked, moving as fast and hard as he could, squeezing tight around Google, holding onto him, not getting enough air.

Google held off far longer than he strictly needed to. But he did allow himself to spill inside the man riding him, moaning.

“Good pet,” he told the Host, but didn’t let him get off his cock. “Stay there, lean on me. You can rest now.”

Host whimpered when he felt Google cuming inside of him, riding out the android’s orgasm. He was panting, trying to get air into himself as he sat still. He didn’t care about cuming, he just wanted to be good for Google.

He nuzzled against Google, glad once he finally got air back into himself. He closed his eyes, leaning against Google. He didn’t mind staying full of Google, feeling tired now. Maybe he could finally get some proper rest.

Google patted him and nodded to himself. Training was going well. Dark would be pleased. Well, to some extent. Google was of course using this for his own benefit, training the Host to obey him, to be his, not Dark.

“How sweet you are, pet. How everyone will love you like this.”

Host whined softly, quiet, tired. He’d be loved. He just had to be good. He could do that, he was sure. Google was doing this for his own good.

He fell asleep after a few minutes more, tired and exhausted. Google was warm, and more comfortable than the ground.

sinneregos:

emptynarration:

Host nodded, eager, desperate. He wanted to be good, he wanted to be needed, to be liked. He wanted to be a good pet. Good pets were liked, and loved. He wanted that. He was so desperate to make Google come, giving it his all.

He didn’t care about cuming himself, as he worked, moving as fast and hard as he could, squeezing tight around Google, holding onto him, not getting enough air.

Google held off far longer than he strictly needed to. But he did allow himself to spill inside the man riding him, moaning.

“Good pet,” he told the Host, but didn’t let him get off his cock. “Stay there, lean on me. You can rest now.”

Host whimpered when he felt Google cuming inside of him, riding out the android’s orgasm. He was panting, trying to get air into himself as he sat still. He didn’t care about cuming, he just wanted to be good for Google.

He nuzzled against Google, glad once he finally got air back into himself. He closed his eyes, leaning against Google. He didn’t mind staying full of Google, feeling tired now. Maybe he could finally get some proper rest.

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Host whimpered, and slowly started to move. He needed a little, before he found a good way to get himself moving up and down, and he tried his hardest to fuck himself on Google. Grunting, barely able to breathe enough through just his nose, but he continued, face red, eyes dripping a little bit of blood.

He squeezed around Google, moving as fast as he managed by himself, his own dick getting hard and drippy.

Google enjoyed the sight above him very much, a mix of bloody tears and clear difficulty breathing. He let himself moan, hands moving behind his head. “Make me come, pet,” he ordered, closing his eyes. He would not touch the Host himself, the other hadn’t really earned the right to orgasm yet. That would come later, in time.

Host nodded, eager, desperate. He wanted to be good, he wanted to be needed, to be liked. He wanted to be a good pet. Good pets were liked, and loved. He wanted that. He was so desperate to make Google come, giving it his all.

He didn’t care about cuming himself, as he worked, moving as fast and hard as he could, squeezing tight around Google, holding onto him, not getting enough air.

Host whimpered, and slowly started to move. He needed a little, before he found a good way to get himself moving up and down, and he tried his hardest to fuck himself on Google. Grunting, barely able to breathe enough through just his nose, but he continued, face red, eyes dripping a little bit of blood.

He squeezed around Google, moving as fast as he managed by himself, his own dick getting hard and drippy.

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Host gasped as Google pushed a finger into him, leaning against Google and breathing heavily through his nose. God he wished he could breathe through his mouth, but at least it wasn’t too restricting. Small sounds were still able to come out of him.

Google opened him, more out of functionality than any real care. When he deemed the other loose enough, he pulled away, lubing up his cock and guided the Host so that the head was pressed against his hole.

“Be a good boy, Host. Be mine.”

Host was squirming and mewling as Google prepped him, glad he did. Logically, he knew Google didn’t care about his comfort. But, something, made him think that Google actually cared.

He was breathing heavily, loudly, as he was above Google’s cock. Eyes half-lidded, he was barely able to keep them open. But he wanted to be good. So he sank down on Google, gasping and moaning behind his gag, almost sobbing, until he fully sat on Google’s lap, filled with him, and he felt good.

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emptynarration:

Host whimpered softly as he felt Google’s finger against him. He wasn’t good at that. He could use his mouth, but ride Google? He had to try. He wanted to sleep comfortably, and he wanted Google to like him. He wanted to be perfect for Google.

He nodded against Google, nuzzling his nose against him. He’d do it, he’d please him, he’d be good.

Google smirked. “Good,” he drawled, actually reaching and grabbing some lube for the first time in their… relationship? He spread it on his fingers while unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.

He pushed a finger into the ego on top of him, opening him up.

Host gasped as Google pushed a finger into him, leaning against Google and breathing heavily through his nose. God he wished he could breathe through his mouth, but at least it wasn’t too restricting. Small sounds were still able to come out of him.

Host whimpered softly as he felt Google’s finger against him. He wasn’t good at that. He could use his mouth, but ride Google? He had to try. He wanted to sleep comfortably, and he wanted Google to like him. He wanted to be perfect for Google.

He nodded against Google, nuzzling his nose against him. He’d do it, he’d please him, he’d be good.

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Host’s eyes were lidded as he enjoyed the petting. That wasn’t as tiring either, and he hoped he could get used to having them open. He hated what he could see with them, but there was worse. He did like the petting.

A decision. Host wasn’t good with those, if he believed in Google. He shouldn’t decide that, should he? But he had been good, hadn’t he? He had tried his hardest at least.

He nodded lightly against Google. He wanted to have been good enough to sleep on the bed. He hoped he had been.

sinneregos:

emptynarration:

Host’s eyes were lidded as he enjoyed the petting. That wasn’t as tiring either, and he hoped he could get used to having them open. He hated what he could see with them, but there was worse. He did like the petting.

Google pulled him up onto the bed, petting and holding him close.

Host was surprised, but he happily nuzzled closer to Google. He felt like his pet. A pet was loved if it behaved. He would be happy if he was loved as long as he behaved. He’d be happy to be a pet if he would be loved.

Host’s eyes were lidded as he enjoyed the petting. That wasn’t as tiring either, and he hoped he could get used to having them open. He hated what he could see with them, but there was worse. He did like the petting.