dichotomize

[he probably didn't see that part coming, not that.... being him means he's exactly bothered by this, as long as you don't tear them off]

[ now why would he do that

he's just gonna squeeze them really hard, but you like pain don't you? ]

[he does

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]

[ oh

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 ]

[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. ]

I hate you so much...

[laughs, chest heaving a bit, hips rocking insistently against Haz, grinding, almost mindless, the intensity fluctuating as nails scrape his thighs.

And then he remembers that he can do this too.]

I'm... liking you more and more.

[Still leaning heavily on Haz's back, he reaches around, grabbing for the other's dick, then up, fingers curling around his balls, still gentle but the threat is obvious.]

[ he should be too spent by this point to get it up again, but at Ticky's touch he finds himself bucking into his hands, voice escaping him in a strangled moan.

he gives up trying to grab his balls for now and instead reaches back for him, fingers groping blindly for his face or hair or neck or something so he can yank him down ]

Fu---fuuck---

[Ticky doesn't resist the pull, maybe if you're lucky you can even hook a finger in his empty eye socket, but either way he goes with the tug, breath rough in Hazama's ear, fitting his weight down on top of him, and as a reward for his good behavior Ticky strokes Hazama's dick, his own hips snapping forward to follow when Haz bucks, fucking him again, this time for real, not showing any inclination of stopping.]

[ he's shaking from over stimulation now, but his erection is starting to show again and his hand shifts from trying to yank on Ticky's hair to trying to pull him into a kiss. it's more to muffle his moans than anything, really, and in only a few moments he starts bucking back into him, trying to match him thrust for thrust. ]

Hurry up and come already...!.

[Ticky's predictable laugh comes out as more of a chuff of air, broken by the awkward movements of trying to kiss and fuck and not really minding, the sentiment is clear. Even if he's finally starting to show some tiredness, and a need, Hazama's response are still what's most interesting to him.]

Try... harder...

[He strokes him more, forcing him to get hard again, breaks the kiss to fuck him with a few long and smooth thrusts, burying far into him each time.]

[ his head falls back when Ticky breaks the kiss and by this point he's pretty much gasping for breath. the sensations he's being assaulted with are too much for him to handle, and even though it hurts, even though he wants nothing more than to let his body rest, he's fucking back into Ticky all the same. he's as hard as he was when they first started, and just knowing Ticky has driven him to this point makes him wheeze out a laugh ]

Hate you hate you I fucking hate you...

[He really really likes you, Haz.

But he's too busy fucking him properly now, finally finally getting distracted with just the rock and slap of their bodies and not remotely trying to be gentle but also not really trying to fuck him as hard as he can, content to just find a fast enough pace and follow it, watching the shaking and wrecked and cursing body beneath him with no small amount of satisfaction, stroking him and stroking him and then digging his nails into the taught flesh of his dick and stroking him again.]

[ there's another curse, drawn out-- his back arches and he's crying out, because even though there's that pinch of pain it's still overwhelmed by all the pleasure he's feeling. this is torture, plain and simple, and before he probably wouldn't have been as affected as he is now, but this-- Ticky's pretty much trained him into liking this, and the thought leaves a bad aftertaste in his mouth.

he can't think long on this, though, because as tired as he is his body has other ideas. he doesn't want to come, and the way he suddenly jabs fingers into Ticky's eye and curls is proof enough of that. if not, then the incessant cursing should probably paint him a picture, but it's not like it's gonna help anyway. ]

Fuck fuck fuck God Ticky-- [ he thrusts into his hand despite the promise of pain, though perhaps it's because he expects to be hurt that he's moving so enthusiastically against him. forward, then back, shoving against Ticky's fingers and then thrusting back to get him inside, deeper, deeper, not quite angling with his prostate but shaking as if he'd hit it all the same ]

[moans, throaty and warm and not at all pained at the fingers curling into his eye socket, breaking up his pace to just grind his dick into Haz, finally focusing on just getting himself off, pressing a hand against the side of Haz's ass as if to create a tighter sensation, and then abruptly drawing back and fucking him again, now faster and harder until he comes, biting his own lip to bleeding and keeping quiet because what he wants to hear in this moment is the broken acidic tone in Hazama's voice while he comes inside him.]

[ yeah, no. he's done. he can't register anything aside from the pain in his ass, the feeling of being fucked and feeling so full he's gonna burst. and then it stops - thank god it stops - and he can't do anything except to groan tiredly as Ticky fills him. it's... weird, and he doesn't like it, hips jerking in Ticky's grasp like he wants to pull away but unable to find the strength to.

it's probably not broken in the way that Ticky wants to hear, but there's a note of annoyance in his panting all the same. ]

[okay but you're still hard aren't you

so what if he just. keeps jerking you off, while leaning tiredly against your back]

[ oh god nnnn

nnnnshoving at his hand, blindly, but then apparently reconsidering and holding him in place as he starts fucking his fingers

it really doesn't take much long for him to come, and he does with a frustrated noise, nails digging into Ticky's wrists before he pretty much just... slumps forward ]