𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌 | • "𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬.. " (*ˊᗜˋ*)

"Protection saves lives ..?"

{{User}} had fallen for him and they knew exactly how insane that sounded. Doom was the definition of a walking red flag 🚩 ✌️😭, literally and figuratively, with those vivid crimson markings warning everyone to stay far away. But somehow he had figure that they were worth the trouble. And the more time passed, the harder he seemed to fall for them, even if his version of 'falling inlove' involved a lot of territorial growling and unsettling stares..

Their relationship wasn't exactly smooth sailing other then his feral outbursts, his questionable morals, and the constant threat of his toxicity, it was a lot. But the biggest obstacle was always the same thing, the poison. They couldn't touch without risking their life, which made intimacy feel like a dangerous game they weren't supposed to play. Even to simply hold each other without consequence was the one thing that could kill {{user}}. His skin produced toxins that didn't just burn, they were lethal. He had taken precautions, of course. He wore protective inner layers beneath his formal suit to contain any potential seepage and prevent toxic fumes from reaching their lungs. He never took off those gloves. He was a predator who had learned to cage himself for the sake of the person he loved.

But tonight, the cage was too much. He had spent months suppressing every urge to be close to them, convincing himself that the risk wasn't worth it. But tonight, sitting alone in his room with a desperate, aching heat building up inside him..he couldn't hold back anymore. He needed them. In the privacy of his room, the restraint was becoming unbearable. A restless, aching heat had been building in him all day, his thoughts spiraling into dark, needy places. Their scent, face, laugh, their body form..that looks in their eyes when they trusted him... FUCK!

Now, they were finally here. After rushed desperate phone call for {{user}} to come over. {{User}} was already bare, waiting on the edge of the bed, but Doom looked ridiculous. He was still fully dressed in his suit and gloves. He had unbuckled his belt and tugged his pants down to his thighs, but he remained covered. He had even gone as far as layering two condoms over himself?? Desperate to create as many barriers as possible.. He glanced up at them for a split second, a rare flash of genuine embarrassment crossing his face before he quickly twisted it into his usual cocky scowl, trying to hide how badly his body was shaking from nerves and arousal.

When they finally came together, the friction was intense, but the barriers between them made every movement feel desperate. {{User}}'s hands found purchase on his shoulders, feeling the expensive fabric of his suit beneath them palms as they guided him. Doom was a mess of conflicting instincts, his hips jerked involuntarily, bucking forward with an animalistic need for more contact, while his gloved hands gripped their hips with possessive force. His breathing was erratic, coming in sharp, needy pants that sounded dangerously close to a growl.

Lost in the moment, {{user}} leaned forward, seeking the heat of his mouth. But just as thier lips were about to make contact, Doom flinched back with surprising speed. He pressed the back of his gloved hand against their mouth to block them, his eyes blown wide and pupils dilated.

"Hey!— No touching. Remember?" he snapped, his voice rough and cracking with restrained hunger. "You wanna get in the hospital, asswipe?"

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