marlowemuses | Fear and Adrenaline, for doctor

Perhaps I misjudged this one. Crane thought. A man who appeared to be just a brainless noble but loved to be scared. How interesting. This might require further study.

Scarecrow froze at the kiss, which scattered the scientific part of his brain momentarily. He paused, looking at Ashley. "You were not implying fear of molestation when you asked if I was here to have sex with you, were you?"

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Ashley giggled, both at the question and at the way it was phrased. "I've never been molested by a monster before. I wonder if I'd enjoy it. I know I've certainly thought about such things before."

He lifted his brows in invitation and challenge.

Scarecrow considered the young man before him. This was definately not the way he imagined this playing out. It had been a long time since Crane had sex with anyone, and he'd never been propositioned while in full Scarecrow attire.

"You are a very odd young man," He said, trailing his fingers down Ashley's cheek.

"Yes," Ashley agreed, lifting his chin proudly at the touch. "And very beautiful."

He shifted in closer, resting his arms gently on Scarecrow's shoulders. "So are you going to fuck me, then? Have you got a cock?" He tilted his head, innocently curious about it. He would be disappointed, though not terribly surprised, if his monster proved incapable. One could never be sure of what anatomy monsters did and didn't have.

"Of course I do," Scarecrow replied. "I don't suppose you keep lubricant nearby?" It wasn't as if he'd come here expecting to have sex.

"Yes," Ashley said, with a wicked smile. "And all sorts of other things."

He drew away, beckoning Scarecrow to the chest by the side of the bed. It contained a myriad of things, mostly vibrators and anal plugs, with a few collars and restraints. Proud of his little collection, Ashley lifted his chin, watching his monster for a reaction.

Scarecrow slid off the bed and leaned down when the chest came open. He couldn't help but make a surprised expression as he saw the contents. He wasn't even sure what half of this stuff was for.

He picked up a dildo curiously, turning it on for a second before returning it. He picked up a pair of handcuffs next, noting the release mechanism and guessing what they were for. "This is... quite the collection," Crane said, taking out and examining a neatly bundled length of soft rope.

"I haven't even gotten to use half of it," Ashley said, and pouted. His fingers strayed over a soft leather flogger, then lingered in the soft, fox-red fur of a tail that was connected to a metal plug. "Most of my lovers aren't terribly adventurous, and I don't often take lovers. They bore me."

He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, seeming simultaneously like the boy of nineteen that he was and like some bored and beautiful aged courtesan who had years of lovers to remember.

"Your past lovers were not me," Scarecrow pointed out, settling on the handcuffs and a small plug for now. Might be interesting, he figured. Crane set them, as well as the lubricant he'd dug out, on the side table for now.

"Now, remove your clothes. I want to see if the rest of you is as pretty as that face."

Ashley smiled, pleased by promise of kink, the flattery, and the command. He sat back on his heels to pull his shirt over his head, and tossed it aside, revealing a long, slender torso that was milk-white, with very little muscle or fat over his bones. Smiling at Scarecrow through his tousled hair, Ashley wiggled out of his pyjama pants. He wore nothing beneath.

Lounging on his side, Ashley smiled at him, pleased to be admired and fascinated by his monster.

Scarecrow removed his glove and set it aside for now, to avoid accidentally poking or gassing his partner. He took his boots off before climbing back onto the bed with Ashley, admiring his pale body with his eyes and running a hand down that perfect torso.

Taking the handcuffs, he coaxed the younger man's arms up, above his head and secured him to the bed. "Such vulnerability. You take a great risk in letting me do this."

"Do I?" Ashley asked, though his breath was slightly quick with fear. He bent his knees, just the tiniest bit shy and modest now that he was so much more vulnerable. "You promised you wouldn't hurt me."

He tugged lightly at the cuffs, feeling how his heart pounded and his skin tingled with adrenaline and fear. He was at the mercy of a monster, of whom he knew nothing.

"I'm a monster, remember?" Scarecrow said, running a finger down Ashley's throat. "Quite a dangerous one, at that."

Reaching over to the table, he grabbed the lubricant and plug, coating the toy. He'd read an erotic novel and a sex education textbook once, so he was fairly sure how this was supposed to go. Crane slid the plug into the younger man, watching his face for his reaction.

Ashley gasped at the cool lubricant, lifting his hips to welcome the toy inside of him. He whimpered softly as it pushed in, muscles spreading around it and then clenching to keep it inside. His cock twitched with interest, and Ashley squirmed, overwhelmed and yet eager for more.

"Feels good. Be gentle, please?" His eyes searched Scarecrow's face, frightened but still willing to trust.

Taking the go-ahead, Scarecrow slid the plug in and out of the younger man, going teasingly slow. He was starting to get hard at the sight of the younger man being penetrated and so vulnerable in his hands.

While he did this, Crane leaned down, supporting himself on his elbow, to lick Ashley's chest.

Ashley moaned with pleasure, happily melting into the feeling of being toyed with. His heart was still fluttering with fear and nerves, but he rolled his hips eagerly up into the teasing, greedy for more.

Shivering at the lick, Ashley giggled breathlessly. His skin tingled, gooseflesh rising on his arms and legs. "What do I call you, monster?"

Crane looked up at Ashley. "For now, you may simply call me Scarecrow." No need to let him know right away that he was the doctor he'd blown off earlier.

He trust the plug in a little faster, his pants becoming even tighter. "You want my cock, don't you, lovely?"

"Yes, please," Ashley begged, utterly shameless about his desires. He spread his legs wide in invitation, whimpering with yearning. His body thrummed with arousal, shivering with fear and desire at the promise of his nightmare come true.

Scarecrow removed the plug before unzipping his pants and bringing out his cock. He used the lubricant to slick himself up and position himself between Ashley's legs.

"You belong to me, now," He whispered as he pushed into the younger man's body.

Ashley gave a soft little cry as Scarecrow breached him. Straining against the cuffs, he tightened his legs on either side of Scarecrow's hips, rolling his body up to meet his new lover. "Yes, monster," he murmured, biting down on his own lip as he sought more contact, more pleasure.

Scarecrow started slowly, but in no time he quickened his pace, penetrating him as deeply as he could, and gripping his body on either side of his waist.

Crane could barely remember the first time he'd had sex, or the last time, but he was pretty sure it had never felt this good. Ashley's lust and fear gave it that extra edge, as did his submission.

Ashley whimpered and trembled beneath him, breath catching with each thrust. He felt dizzy with fear and pleasure, and it built fast, overwhelming him. "Scarecrow," he gasped, half begging, as the harder thrusts sent building waves of pleasure through him that crashed and made him buck and cry out.

Crane smirked, reaching between them to stroke the younger man's cock. Inexperienced as he was, he was aware that this had to be stimulated too.

"So beautiful, so vulnerable," Scarecrow whispered. "You enjoy this. The feeling of being taken by one such as me. Fear mixed with bliss." He gave another sharper thrust for emphasis, unable to hold back a moan of his own.

"Yes, monster," Ashley promised. He tugged at the restraints on his wrists, feeling exquisitely trapped and taken by the most frightening monster he could have imagined. The hand on his cock gave him just the edge he needed, and he spilled himself, crying out as hot threads of come spilled across the flawless white skin of his belly and chest. "Scarecrow!"

Crane released a low moan of bliss as the younger man tightened around him, which triggered his own climax and caused him to spill inside Ashley. "Yes..."

With a few final thrusts, Scarecrow withdrew. "Not how I was planning to spend my evening, but I must admit, I'm not sorry it did." He reached up to release the handcuffs and free his lover.

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