[makes appropriate noises of interest and 'go on' while cuddling you, still hard dick pressed against your thigh, and slowly coaxing a hickey to bloom on your neck]
is the grunt he makes proof of how much he likes it? his skin is still too hypersensitive for jostling, and he swears softly before struggling in his grip.
[if you don't learn how to actually display affection I'm just going to assume you like everything you say you don't like and one day that's going to get you into trouble.]
In a minute.
Or two.
[Circles an arm around Haz's hips, yanking him up onto his knees a bit, enough that Ticky can press his dick against Haz's entrance, pushing slowly inside]
[laughs, and when he sees the hand coming to pull him out he does the only logical thing to avoid that: abruptly bury himself completely inside Haz's ass]
though that is really a special sort of pain that has him curling up against Hazama's back, making a breathless, wheezing noise, nails scraping across his stomach]
he'll be nice, though, and after a few minutes of constant pressure he'll release him, rolling him between his fingers before taking a hold of him again ]
[granted, ticky could reject his hand at any time but he doesn't, because, well. He likes pain. He likes the power play. As long as he's enjoying himself he doesn't have complaints.
When Haz lets up he sucks in a deep, desperate breath, and backs a little ways out of him, and when the pain starts again he responds by slamming back in, a rough and uncontrolled jerk of his hips, grinding into Haz's ass.]
Fuck-- [ it's equal parts pained and pleasured and, blindly, he reaches for Ticky again after losing his grip from the thrust. his nails score down his thighs with every intent to leave a mark, and once he's certain he can talk without whimpering he speaks, fingers sliding over his balls again. ]
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[ tired sounding, though, not really pulling away. ]
You think those are bad memories because of the content? Like I said, I could care less about that by this point.
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do you really think i'm gonna tell you now
jerks his head back ]
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Hm?
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man i really hate you sometimes
getting up... ]
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Grabs you wrist and just. Holds it very firmly. ]
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I'm done, Ticky.
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fuck everything ]
Take care of it yourself.
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[ mooving ]
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[how do you feel about being yanked roughly by that wrist, ticky's other hand pushing at your hip to direct you to land facefirst on the ground]
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is the grunt he makes proof of how much he likes it? his skin is still too hypersensitive for jostling, and he swears softly before struggling in his grip.
he does turn his head, face set in a scowl ]
Get off...
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In a minute.
Or two.
[Circles an arm around Haz's hips, yanking him up onto his knees a bit, enough that Ticky can press his dick against Haz's entrance, pushing slowly inside]
How are you feeling here, still sensitive...?
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if one of his hands is free he's gonna reach down with shaking fingers, trying to grab for his dick presumably so he can pull him out. ]
You just fucked me like five minutes ago, what do you think, Minute Man?
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[ groans, sharp, and stills a moment
what if he makes a grab for your balls tho ]
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he's just gonna squeeze them really hard, but you like pain don't you? ]
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though that is really a special sort of pain that has him curling up against Hazama's back, making a breathless, wheezing noise, nails scraping across his stomach]
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yes
i like this reaction
he'll be nice, though, and after a few minutes of constant pressure he'll release him, rolling him between his fingers before taking a hold of him again ]
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When Haz lets up he sucks in a deep, desperate breath, and backs a little ways out of him, and when the pain starts again he responds by slamming back in, a rough and uncontrolled jerk of his hips, grinding into Haz's ass.]
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I hate you so much...
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