[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]

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.]

[obeytherod]

[His kiss is slower and more hesitant than usual, that hand on his butt making him nervous. Of course he knows where this is going, and that's exactly why he was faltering in the first place.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He pauses, drawing back slightly to offer a casual reassurance before he resumes the kiss.]

Just relax... I won't stick anything other than my finger inside until you're ready. Comfort's important in this sort of thing, after all.

[obeytherod]

Ugh... [Just the thought that he was letting this happen and that he liked it was enough to tempt him to back out. Why the hell was he doing this...? Why was he letting Bakura put his anything inside there?

Malik just tries to concentrate on the kiss. That good feeling those fingers had brought...he still wanted to feel it again.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura kisses him fiercely, as if trying to take his mind off of it as his hand leisurely pushes Malik's shorts down. He doesn't want him to think too hard about it. If he does, he might bolt... and then he won't get the chance again.

His hand rubs over the bared flesh below it, teasingly.]

[obeytherod]

[Despite Bakura's ferocity, Malik's own lips remain moving at the same slow pace, and they stop entirely when his shorts are pulled down to expose his behind.]

... [He turns his head just a bit to glance back, skewing the kiss in the process.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He draws in a sigh, deciding there's no use trying to distract him. Instead, he simply uncurls his legs from around Malik's own, reaching down to slip his finger inside of him once more. Though he's being gentle, there's a ruthlessness to how fast he's moving, as if he plans to get Malik used to it by not letting him think about it.]