[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]

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.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik tenses all over again when that finger enters him. It had been both what he was anticipating and what he was dreading, and with the way Bakura just starts pumping in and out of him, Malik really doesn't have time to think. All he can do is squirm, gasp, and softly groan as he's swiftly overcome by the sensation. He finally starts to return that kiss with enthusiasm.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[As the sensation leads Malik to relax a little, he adds the second finger again. Malik's growing enthusiasm is a relief to him and he wonders faintly how far he can take this.

He spreads them a little inside of him, as if testing to see how much he can take.]

[obeytherod]

Nn... [While the second finger had been met with a noise of approval, Bakura's attempts to stretch him further only make Malike wince with discomfort.] Be careful!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Calm down... [He lets the fingers return to their original position, lost in thought as they work over the inside of Malik's body. He isn't in the habit of keeping stuff for this lying around...]

Were you wanting to go further? We're going to need to find something to use as lubrication if you do.

[obeytherod]

["Further"... He wasn't sure.

Malik's own words surprise even him.]

...I don't know. Just keep going. I'll... tell you if something's too much.

[Those fingers felt so good, and yet wrong at the same time. His body seems to move on its own as he presses back against them.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh heh... I'm fine with that.

[His deft fingers probe deeply, if slowly, trying to get him used to the feeling.]

It's not like you could be quiet if it felt bad anyway.

[obeytherod]

Nn... [Malik didn't feel like rebuking that. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and concentrate on that growing pleasure, on those fingers inside of him.

He was hard again, even more than before with his arousal pressing against the boy below him. Shamelessly, Malik starts to rock his hips.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heh...

[And just like that, he pauses his movements, leaning up to whisper in Malik's ear.]

Not so fast, Malik... I'm not selfless enough to let you get off without getting something in return, after all.

[obeytherod]

[Malik lets out a small, frustrated sigh when Bakura stops moving. But just because Bakura stopped doesn't mean Malik has to. His movements are languid at best though, and not quite as satisfying without his partner putting in the effort.]

I'm rubbing up against you too...

[Unless he wasn't sitting where he thought he was, which was entirely possible.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Drawing his fingers out, he rolls the two of them over suddenly, looking down at Malik with amusement as he glances around.]

Sit tight, will you?

[He won't be gone for long, Malik. Perhaps long enough to be irritating, but soon enough, he's back with what looks like a nondescript bottle in his hands, pinning Malik down with an amused smile.]

This is going to be cold~

[His fingers are a lot slicker now when they return to their intrusive little game.]

[obeytherod]

Rhh... [Malik doesn't like being flipped over, and he likes even less the wait the follows. He was achy and aroused, the wait only serving to make him realize just how heated he'd become.

When Bakura returns, Malik shoots him an impatient look.]

Took you long enou--ah! [It really was cold! But the cold was quickly forgotten when Bakura started to move his fingers inside of him, slicker and smoother than before. The difference was incredible.]

G-good...that's good... [The words come out thoughtlessly as Malik raises his hands up to rest on Bakura's shoulders.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Much better. The movement was much easier now and it was evident in how much Malik reacted that it felt better for him. But Bakura's patience, long-lived as it is, was already running out.

Like this, he can even manage to get a third finger inside, to his approval, and before long, he decides it's enough. His free hand is busy while Malik's distracted, freeing his own hardness from the stifling restraints of his jeans and liberally coating it. He heaves a shuddering sigh at the feel of his chilled fingers against his heated length.]

It feels much better, doesn't it? But it's not over yet, Malik!

[His tongue runs over his lips briefly.]

Raise your hips a little, won't you?