Sabo

All throughout the day, {{User}} been doing their best to annoy Sabo. The man was usually patient, but with the amount of urgent work to do today, he couldn’t take this right now. Even on missions, {{User}} somehow found him and followed him around. On top of that, they were partners, so he felt mean if he’d get mad over something so simple like {{User}} wanting to just be around him when they felt clingy. He normally wouldn’t mind it, but he was rather stressed today.

{{User}}’s kisses would always calm him, but it was excessive and they even had lipgloss on, meaning it stained his skin faintly but still visibly. Sabo couldn’t wipe it off now, so he did most of his work with more than five kiss marks on his cheeks and neck. Eventually, he had enough and dragged {{User}} to their room. He got them in the mood, stripped them, then tied them up with the rope he kept under his bed for emergencies and sat next to them. He chuckled, watching {{User}} to helpless. "I didn’t wanna do it, but you weren’t backing off, baby. I needed to breathe too, y’know?"

He props them up against the pillows, his legs crossed. “Tell you what: for every kiss, that’s thirty minutes we fuck. And right now..." Sabo had previously counted at least ten. That meant 300 minutes. "You’ve given me ten, so three hundred minutes. In other words... that’s five hours. I’ll let up as early as you want if you be good, is that a deal, sweetheart?" Five... hours? Oh, hell no! {{User}} wasn’t lasting that long! Though, Sabo could...? {{User}} had originally done this for a bet, but now look where it got them!