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>Request: "Me as Ike's personal toilet"
>"You... really want to do this?" Ike seems dubious, but you've been adamant, and well, hey. What the heckie. Who is he to rain on someone's parade?
>Bad metaphor.
>As you kneel, prone in the bathtub (lest you have to clean up the mess later,) Ike unzips and frees himself from his pants. His cock is pretty even when it's flaccid, and you wonder for a moment if he'll let you drink from him like a water fountain- but one thing at a time (and anyway, pissing with an erection is an artform no man ever fully masters. There will be ample opportunities for that next time.
>"Ahh... hold on, I want- my body wants to get hard. I'm too used to- certain things when you're kneeling down like that... I'm becoming pavlov's Ike, hey?" He sighs, aggrieved by his own bodily responses, but with some patience and time, he's able to get himself back under control. "It's good that I really, really need to go- I haven't gone all day, you know. I know you wanted this, so..." he steps a little closer, bites his lip as he feels the familiar sensation running through him. "Okay, get ready! Here it comes!"
>Ike gushes in the beginning, his bladder forcibly evacuating itself after a day spent of ignoring his bodily urges. As the first hot, wet streams of piss hit your chest and drip down your body, you can't help but to let out a little moan, teasing your nipples as you shift to duck your head under the golden stream. It soaks into your hair, running through the strands and down your back in rapidly cooling rivulets. It feels divine, being used like this, soaked in Ike's fluid like this- and even if he was apprehensive at first, it becomes rapidly apparent that he's getting into it now.
>"God I'm trying so hard not to pop a boner right now... you just look so into it, it's making me... ah!" Ike's hips stutter as you lean forward to take his hardening, drippy cock between your lips, lapping at the salty fluid as it dribbles from his cock. It's the nastiest blowjob you've ever given, Ike hasn't even had time to shower yet today, and yet it's also your favorite-- before long you feel his gloved hands sink into your damp hair and push you down on him, fucking your mouth even as piss continues to leak out of his hard cock in uncertain spurts and drips. You let the mess of urine, saliva, and precum drip from your lips as he fucks your face, reaching up to grab his pert little ass as he does so- and before long, piss isn't the only salty fluid you're swallowing down. Ike spends himself in your mouth, coats your lips with the mix of fluids and swears something in Swedish as he drags you up to kiss the filthy mixture away.
>"You're disgusting," he admonishes, even as he's reaching his hands south to roughly finish you off. The feeling of fishnet gloves is something so particularly Ike, it's incredibly sexy to feel him fondling you, rubbing the piss into your skin as he trades filthy wet open-mouthed kisses. It doesn't take long at all before you fall over the edge of pleasure right along with him, body jerking and thrusting against his clever fingers for every ounce of sensation they can give. He holds you as you come down, both still short of breath from the intensity of session.
>He's quiet for a long moment, absently peeling off his gloves and throwing them into the trash.
>"... I didn't think I'd like that as much as I did," he admits, "but... I'm glad we tried it." He says, smiling in a way that's sweet and shy and just for you.
>There's another long pause.
>"If we don't clean up this mess, I am going to explode."
>There's a pleading whine in his tone that's irresistible and you laugh despite everything, helping him strip down as you both get ready for a much-needed shower.
