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Porco is fire. From the way his eyes roam over your form to the touch of his fingertips, barely gracing your skin, yet burning his mark into your soul with every inch travelled. A fire, leaving refreshing destruction in its wake, a canvas for addiction to grow into beautiful bloom. Always wild, always hungry, swallowing up everything in its path, but disguised as warmth, as comfort, as safety. It is the nature of fire to be beautiful, wild, impossible to tame, and entirely devastating. Yet, you cannot look away, cannot help craving the pain, cannot stave off the addiction.
Behind the fire, is passion. The source of the addiction, shining behind the fire in his grey eyes. The passion that shines through his every move as his hands roam your body, handling you with firm determination. He’s rough, but you could never complain. You know he couldn’t change, and you know that he wouldn’t be Porco any longer if he did. So you lean into it all with insatiable greed. The bruising grip, the hungry lips, the sharp teeth, the harsh words. Everything that is so truly and undeniably Porco because you know it will be worth it.
Despite it all, he is not selfish. It is evident in the way he worships you with his lips. Paying the most conscientious attention to every sensitive spot he comes across, he alights your body with pleasure until your every nerve is singing in exquisite symphony. He delights in your satisfaction, wasting no time rushing you over the edge. The addiction is mutual, and it’s the only truth you need as your world is shattered by ecstasy over and over again until the pleasure borders on pain.
Porco is appreciative. A connoisseur of beauty, and he will never hesitate to show you the extent of your beauty, the source of his addiction. The mirror always tells the truth, he says, as he holds you up in front of it. Every thrust is hard, unforgiving, divine, and his hand between your thighs is ruthless as he drives you towards euphoria. Strong fingers cupping your jaw keeps you locked to the reflection of his burning eyes, as if he fears you would look away given the chance. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. Not when the fire in those eyes are what ultimately pushes you into pure bliss, and finally, he can allow himself to give in to his own pleasure.
Beneath the fire, the passion, and the addiction, is care. In the simmering embers left in the wake of satisfaction, only the gentle warmth remains. It wraps itself around you, cradling you in safety, a sanctuary for you to rest and recover. Shielding you from the world in this vulnerable state, Porco holds you, guards you from the lurking reality, always ready to chase it off. Because underneath it all, this is Porco, a man made to protect.