Oh my goodness I absolutely adore your writing. May I request something involving prostate milking + overstimulation with Lucio?

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Thank you! Sorry for the wait, but here are some headcanons/prose things for you!

Lucio – Prostate Milking + Overstimulation

Lucio loves loves loves it when you milk him, particularly after a long dry spell where he isn’t allowed to cum at all. There’s just something about you pulling all the cum from his balls without his control that drives him mad.

His favourite position to be milked is on his hands and knees on the floor. Bondage optional, but if you tie him up, make sure to put a spreader bar between his knees and to tie his hands way over his head. The feeling of being spread open for your gaze and having his own face on the floor does something to him. Something that takes him nearly to the edge and he has to beg for some time to collect himself before you continue.

Two fingers is the sweet spot for Lucio, partly because it’s like a tease of the stretch he can take and partly because he loves it when your other fingers rub at his perineum. Slow circles and rubbing on his prostate makes him wiggle and pant for more, but finger fucking him makes him rock his hips back and swear under his breath. 

“Oh god, oh god fuck yes! Right there! Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!” Lucio has the sweetest moans and even when he’s swearing he sounds so precious that you keep on fucking him even after he’s starting to scream. 

“Yes! YES YES YES oh god keep fucking me! Moremoremoremore~!” When he fucks himself on your hand, his movements are so graceful even during such a filthy act. His hips roll hypnotically and the muscles on his back ripple under his smooth tanned skin. So much so that maybe you would be tempted to mark up his back, just to show who he belongs to.

Ah, but Lucio’s favourite part is yet to come, because when he finally faces that precipice, he begs you in his shrillest voice to let him cum. “Oh please let me cum! Your fingers feel so fucking good, oh fuuuuck please let me cum!” His cock is throbbing by now, a red hot brand that slaps against his belly with every rock of his hips. 

When he cums, it’s with a loud scream of your name and desperate bucks of his hips that cause your fingers to slip out of him. He whimpers at the loss, wriggles his hips to coax you back, and then sighs in rapture as you stuff three fingers into him and grab his cock with your free hand. 

He’s screaming, pleading, praying as you set his body aflame with desire and pain. He can’t cum anymore, he’s done, he’s tired, he can’t-!

But he can. He must, because you don’t let up until Lucio is literally trying to crawl away from you and your magic hands. Cum, white and sticky, coats the floor under him and floods his senses with the musky scent of sex. It smears on his belly, his thighs, as he struggles and writhes around in overstimulation. He shrieks as you focus on his prostate and the head of his cock, entire body stilling and locking up as pleasure assaults his mind again. 

Mouth left agape, he drools onto the floor and cries silently, his form shaking with weakness even as he orgasms one last time. His cock is raw and half-hard, his ass puffy and slick, and his balls twitched as the last of him cum is drained from him. 

Unfortunately, his ordeal is far from over. Surely that puddle of cum could be bigger, couldn’t it?