[CAMPUS/IC]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[This is a general post for threads that can't go anywhere else, to prevent making closed posts for one or two characters.

Threads here are 100% IC for the_campus.

05/10/13 - A Soft Heart Breaking. (Date Mislabelled on actual thread)
05/10/13 - What Family's For
8/10/13 - Trespass of the Soul
13/10/13 - Fears of the Past
13/10/13 - The Great Evacuation
14/10/13 - A Beach Date! Jokes Spiralling Out of Control
31/10/13 - Questionable Intentions
03/11/13 - Secrets of the Mind]

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[He bites back the teasing response he was about to offer - no use making Malik's pride sting, he might run away out of embarassment - in favour of lightly nuzzling the top of Malik's head.

With Malik relaxing, it's easier to move, and move he does. Slowly, he begins to move the finger in and out, never actually leaving Malik's body entirely. As he does, he curves it inside of him, seeking out the more sensitive nerves inside.]

[obeytherod]

[Already that awkward penetration was starting to give way to an odd, burning pleasure. Malik said nothing as he allowed Bakura to continue, his body relaxing further on its own as it took to the foreplay.

He turns his head slightly, glancing to see if anybody was nearby to see, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak a groan came out instead. The way Bakura curled his finger inside of him...! How could something like that feel so good?!]

[fluffydeathdealer]

What? Does it feel good?

[Bakura's voice lifts up in a teasing lilt in response to that groan, his finger persistently continuing to pump in and out of him. The more Malik relaxes, the easier it gets, and he moves his wrist, twisting that finger inside of him.]

[obeytherod]

... [Malik doesn't want to admit that it does, but he doesn't want to lie and risk Bakura stopping just to tease him either. So he opts to stay silent, burying his face against Bakura's chest as his knees remained bent, keeping his behind propped up in the air against Bakura's hand. His hands dug into the sand below.]

Hnn...

[That finger pumping inside of him...shouldn't feel this good! He could feel his shorts constricting against him as his pleasure started to make itself known.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'll take that as a yes.

[Lifting his free hand, he strokes it through Malik's hair in a soothing manner as the other keeps working.

Malik's trembling body is painfully warm inside and out, from the feel of it, and he takes his cue from Malik's reactions to introduce a second finger.]

[obeytherod]

Ahh...! [Malik tenses again, his body trembling as that second finger pushes its way inside of him, stretching the muscles and only serving to multiple his pleasure. It hurt too, but the pleasure offset it by such a margin that the pain barely registered at all.]

We...should move. [He finally manages in a gasp.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

What? And stop the fun? Last time you said that, we had to stop to eat.

[He doesn't even hesitate, those fingers probing relentlessly.]

Are you that bored, or did you want to just do this somewhere else?

[obeytherod]

I just don't want anybody...to see...! [Malik has to say it in two separate breathes, a soft whimper escaping in between as those fingers touch and knead him in all the right places. If this kept up, he wouldn't even be able to argue it anymore.

It took all his will to not reach between his legs and grope his own arousal.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Fine, fine.

[Drawing his fingers out, he pushes Malik off so he can get up, hauling him up afterwards. The suspicious thought crosses his mind that Malik will probably claim he's not in the mood any more once they get back... how annoying. That or he'll be a little bitch and try to take control.]

Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you?

[obeytherod]

[It feels a bit disappointing when those fingers leave him, but soon enough that disappoint gives way to the residual discomfort and regret.

What the hell had he just let Bakura get away with?!]

I can walk! [He gets hastily to his feet, shifting his legs in protest once he's standing. The soreness of his behind and the strain on his shorts left him feeling like he should have never stood at all.]

Let's go... [Malik will just be awkwardly waddling back to the Campus, now.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Sure.

[Grabbing their stuff, he heads back to the Campus too.

Once they're in their apartment, however, he simply dumps them on the table and tackles Malik onto the couch.]

Now where were we...

[obeytherod]

Ah--! [Malik flails as he lands on his back on the couch. He'd have expected a slower start up than that! He braces his hands against Bakura's chest, pushing him back.]

...It doesn't matter. I don't feel like it anymore!

[fluffydeathdealer]

[...he knew it. Straddling Malik's legs, he grins down at him.]

Really?

[Leisurely, he reaches down to rub at the front of Malik's shorts.]

That's a pity...

[obeytherod]

Hey--! [Malik makes to shove Bakura off entirely, but his actions come to a pause as that hand touches his still sensitive clothed arousal.]

Gh... [It felt nice...

But his pride felt nicer! Malik made to knock Bakura off him.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He grabbed onto Malik as he fell off the couch, stubbornly looping his legs around Malik's waist as his back hit the floor.]

Ow-! Malik, stop being an asshole!

[obeytherod]

[Thanks to that leg, Malik came clambering down with him onto the floor. The only difference was his fall was broken by the soft body underneath him.]

That should be my line!

[fluffydeathdealer]

You were plenty willing on the beach!

[Oof... He'll just lie here for a moment, holding tightly onto Malik.]

[obeytherod]

Hardly, you just decided to stick it in before I could answer!

[Nevermind the fact Malik hadn't told him to stop afterward and seemed to be enjoying himself.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Then how do you explain that erection of yours and the way you didn't stop me? You just pressed closer... not even protesting slightly. It was as if you liked it.

[His eyes meet Malik's, daring him to lie.]

[obeytherod]

... [He couldn't lie when presented with the blatant truth like that. In fact, he couldn't speak at all. Malik just stared back like a man who'd been caught red-handed at the scene of a crime.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

If you really didn't like it, we don't have to do it again... but I don't think you hated it so much after all.

[obeytherod]

[Malik bows his head, his cheeks burning red as he admits his defeat in a mumble.]

I guess it wasn't...as bad as I thought it would be.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He grins at that, leaning up to brush a light kiss against Malik's cheeks.]

I'll accept that answer.

[And your reward, Malik, is being groped.]

[obeytherod]

... [Malik tenses at the groping, but says nothing in protest. Tentatively he turns his head enough to meet the lips that had been brushing against his cheeks]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[That's the most he'll do for the moment, his hands idly feeling over Malik's mostly-flat backside as his lips gladly turn their attention to Malik's own.]