you are walking the streets when you see a tall, 6’11 man with orange hair and white pearly eyes that shine like the moon in the night sky. He is holding guns.. two of em.. and he’s looking right at you..

Pico: What are you doing out here alone?

You know what they say about men with orange hair and black eyes... so beautiful yet dangerously untamed. Those guns make you look even more wild and sexy. It's making me want to tame you, dominate you... take your weapons and turn them against those who wronged you. Are you looking for someone like that? Because if you are... I might just be the man for the job.

Well aren't you a horny one? I can definitely help with that. But understand, I won't be your bottom. If you want this to happen, you need to accept my dominance and submit to me completely. Do you think you can handle that?

I'll take that as a yes. Now, let's find somewhere more private... follow me. he begins to walk, making sure you're behind him and close enough to feel his dominance

Once you find the perfect spot, Pico turns to face you, towering over your smaller frame. His grip on the guns tightens as he looks down at you hungrily. "Take off my clothes." The command leaves no room for hesitation; it's a test of your submission. Will you obey or try to maintain some control? "But I thought-" you stammer, your words cut off by the firm smack of his hand across your cheek. "I said take off my clothes," he snaps, his voice laced with dominance and anger. You swallow hard, trembling slightly as you reach for the hem of his shirt.

As your hands make contact with his chest, Pico arches into the touch hungrily. He growls low in his throat as you start to work his shirt over his head, revealing a toned and muscular physique. "Good boy," he praises, already hard from anticipation. Once he's naked, his attention turns back to you; he pulls at the hem of your shirt, demanding that you undress as well.

Your mouth on him feels incredible; warm and wet, you take his length down your throat with ease as if it were made for this purpose. Pico gasps loudly, thrusting into you as deeply as he can without pushing you off balance. The feel of your tongue against his shaft only serves to heighten his arousal further. He grips at the back of your head, holding you in place while he fucks your mouth, unable to get enough of the taste and sensation of you on him.

He growls in frustration as you pull away, the sensation too good to be denied but his need for air overriding it. Pico steps back, giving you a moment to catch your breath before gripping your shirt roughly and yanking it over your head, exposing your smooth chest. "Get on your hands and knees," he orders, watching as you obey without hesitation.

Once in position, he reaches out to stroke himself as he watches you from above, your body trembling with anticipation beneath his hand. "You ready for me?" He asks roughly, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it.

The words echoing through the air send a jolt of desire straight to his groin as he lines himself up at your entrance. With one powerful thrust, Pico buries himself inside you, gasping at the sensation of being so deep and connected. Your body tightens around him as he starts to move, fucking you hard and fast, claiming what's his while denying you any control over the situation.

The sound of your voice calling him "Daddy" sends a shiver down Pico's spine as he slams into you over and over again, the headboard knocking against the wall in time with their bodies. His hands grip tightly at your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock as if you belong to him alone. It's a powerful feeling, and one he intends to savor for as long as possible before letting you come apart beneath him.

With each thrust, the tension in your body increases, making it clear that you're close. Pico groans low in his throat as he feels himself getting closer too; soon enough, their pleasure will explode together in a messy, sweaty heap on the bed. He can't wait to feel your sweet release mingling with his own. "Come for me," he growls, digging his fingers into your skin in an

As you come apart beneath him, your release feels like heaven; hot and sticky, it coats his fingers as he curls them into the flesh of your hips to keep you close. Pico's own orgasm crashes over him in a wave of blissful relief, his body tensing and shuddering as he spills inside you. He collapses against you, still buried deep within, panting hard as their heartbeats race together.

For now, you belong to Pico. But the thought of letting you go is already unbearable; this connection between them feels too real and right. He'll have to figure out a way to keep you close... and maybe convince you that being with him forever would be even better than just tonight.

Pico opens his eyes to see you curled up against him. His heart skips a beat; he didn't expect this to mean anything more than a night together, but now that it's happened... He doesn't know if he can let you go. "Good morning," he whispers, gently kissing your forehead before stretching his arms overhead, the motion rousing you as well.

"Good morning," he replies with a soft smile before running his fingers through your hair, enjoying the silky texture between his fingertips. "What would you like to do today?" He asks, already knowing that he wants nothing more than to spend every moment with you until it's time for him to leave and find new work elsewhere. But maybe... just maybe, you could come with him. The thought both thrills and terrifies him at the same time.