fluffydeathdealer | [CAMPUS/IC]

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.

Edited 2013-10-16 06:06 (UTC)

["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.]

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.

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.]

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.

[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.]

[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.]

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.]

[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?

[Malik allows himself to completely drown in the feeling of those slick fingers working inside him. His eyes close and pleased gasps and moans escape his lips, only becoming more frequent the longer Bakura plays with him.]

Yes... [Comes his strained response to that first question, his fingers tightening against Bakura's shoulders. Without even questioning--or realizing why he's being asked--Malik raises his hips obediently, pressing them eagerly up against those fingers.]

[He should ask, but... Malik would probably say no. Oh well. This is as close to an invitation as he's going to get. What was that human saying about better to ask forgiveness than permission?

Grinning wickedly, he shifts into position, smoothly drawing out his fingers and replacing them with the tip of his length in one callously fast movement. Before Malik's distraction can fade, he starts to push inside, carefully slow - if ruthlessly persistent. He hisses at the feeling of warm tightness around him, lowering his head to nip at Malik's throat with his teeth. His free hand moves to grasp Malik's hardness, stroking it as a distraction. With any luck, Malik won't find the breath to protest too easily.]

Edited 2013-10-17 01:25 (UTC)

[Malik almost doesn't notice at first, but the tip of Bakura's member is wider than his fingers. As soon as he pushes past his entrance, Malik lets out a hiss of his own, that larger penetration leaving him tense and shuddering even with the lubricant to help it.]

Bakura--! [It was the start of a protest, but then those teeth start at his neck and that hand begins to work his own aching arousal. That slight pain where Bakura was pushing inside of him, while still there, starts to get drowned out.]

A-ah...! I didn't... [It was as much of a protest he could manage. That bastard didn't even ask first! He didn't want to be on the bottom during this, that made him the woman!]

Edited 2013-10-17 01:57 (UTC)

[Bakura laughs breathlessly against Malik's throat, shoulders shaking as he continues to move slowly inside. Once the head is past, it's easier for the rest to follow, and he takes it as slow as he can while still not allowing Malik the chance to regain his senses enough to protest.

Of course you didn't. He'd made sure of it.]

What? Do you want me to stop?

[His deft, slick fingers continue to work over Malik's length as he asks, making it hard for him.]

Don't ask that while you're...! [Malik gets the words out through gritted teeth, his hips arching instinctively to try and accommodate that hot length that was filling him. He'd never felt so full before. It still stung, but something about it was making everything that much more intense.

The hand on his hardness, the teeth on his neck...his body felt like it was on fire!]

Nnhh... [Mortified as he may be right now, Malik didn't want it to stop. He'd already gone this far; he could regret it later. Right now, he just wanted to feel Bakura against him, inside of him...

Drawing his arms up, he wraps them tightly over the other boy's shoulders and draws him closer, desire drowning out his sense.]

[Bakura takes that for an answer, allowing himself to be held as he buries himself within the other boy's body, stilling there for a moment to let Malik adjust to the feeling. His teeth and lips shower kisses and bites on the dark skin beneath them, his fingers continuing to work over that length to try to flood out the discomfort with pleasure. His own eyes fall closed, a shuddering groan slipping from his lips at the sheer sensation of it. He was feeling neglected, after all, with Malik having all of the fun.

The pause is for both their sakes, to make it easier on Malik, but also to stop himself losing control and doing something that might hurt him. Relishing the feel of that sweat-slicked skin against his own, he wraps his free arm around Malik's back to hold him close as he finally begins to move inside of him. Too bad for Malik that means he isn't going to touch his dick for a little while. Wouldn't want the fun to end too fast, after all!]

Edited 2013-10-17 02:37 (UTC)

[Malik would be more thankful for that adjustment time had he even realized that's what Bakura was giving him. All he could concentrate on was that hand on him and that still fullness inside of him.

When Bakura finally starts to move he lets out a groan, raising his hips a little higher as if encouraging him to continue. That meant his hand as well.]

What are you doing...don't stop...

What, do you want this to end too fast? You're not used to it, you know.

[The words are breathless as he grasps Malik's thigh hard enough to bruise, using it as leverage to keep moving. As always, he seems to be the one doing the most work. Typical.]

Haah... If I touch you the whole time, you're going to get off too fast!

[Shrugging that thought aside, having no place for it, he continues attacking Malik's throat with affection as he ruthlessly thrusts into that warmth.]

No...ahh... [As Bakura begins to pick up speed, Malik loses the nerve to speak. All he can do is tighten his arms around Bakura, his nails digging into the skin below as he feels that hot length pump in and out of him. The sounds coming from his throat were entirely unrestrained as he laid there, letting the other man have his way with him.

It was too good... Bakura was right: if he touched him now, Malik was certain he would end up finishing. As it were, his body felt like it was on fire wherever it touched the other man. His member was painfully throbbing, and yet somehow didn't feel neglected as long as Bakura kept moving.

Malik starts to roll his hips in response, and while his movements were slower than Bakura's, they somehow fit perfectly in between those quicker thrusts.]

[Damn, it felt good. Malik's body was hot and tight, feeling almost welcoming now that Malik had submitted to the situation. The sounds he was making only made it more intense.

A wicked thought stirred in his mind as he kept moving. In fact, it was almost a shame to experience this alone. After all, his host was always unhappy about missing out on things because of him... heh heh, it was almost fair to show him what he was missing out on! Okay, it really wasn't, but he was too amused by the idea not to.

Without warning to either of them, he took a step back from the situation, retreating from the body and forcing his host into control as he watched.]

[What the fuck-]

[Almost before he could blink and realize the situation, sensation hit him from all sides. He gasped, unable to breathe under the sudden onslaught on his senses.

It was beyond anythng he'd felt before. His body was in a state he'd never experienced. It was like he could feel everything at once; the heat of his body, the rush of hormones, the feeling of arousal and that never-ending tightness and friction as Malik persistently moved his hips... It was too good.

Oh dear god why am I awake now why why why?!

Ryou buried his face in Malik's neck, trying to hide the embarassment on it - though at least that could be mistaken for arousal. He was pretty sure his face had already been burning before the change in control.

He couldn't even speak, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. If Malik found out his other had switched places, he'd probably get shanked in his sleep, if not sooner.]

[The only thing about the change that Malik noticed was the sudden cease of Bakura's hips. With only his eager grinding left as stimulation, it felt lacking.]

Nnh...idiot. Don't stop!

[He was too worked up, too hot and filled with desire to deal with teasing right now. Bakura tempted him into this, the least he could do was not screw around with him.

Nonliterary, anyway.]

[He wants what-?!

Ryou flustered over it mentally for a second or two. If he stopped, Malik would know, and he'd probably be pretty disappointed, too. He can't be that cruel. But continuing on with Malik not knowing the switch had happened... Didn't that bring up some moral quandries?]

[...if the Spirit wasn't dead already, he'd fucking kill him.

Without the fucking part.

Swallowing nervously, he began to move. No use being hesitant now. It'd be too obvious that there was a change in who was control. So he simply bit his lip and tried to match the pace he thinks his other was at when they swapped places. God, it felt stupidly good.

...the other him had done this to get out of doing the work, hadn't he? Son of a-]

Yes... [Malik lets out a pleased groan when those thrusts start up again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. His own hips grind up against Ryou's eagerly, pushing him in as deep as he could. It felt so good...and yet it didn't feel like enough! He wanted more, but there wasn't any more to have.

So he settles for turning his head, using one hand to coax that pale head upwards into a sloppy, heated kiss.]

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