dichotomize

[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 ]

[chuckles and then shifts his weight, pushes a bit until Haz is lying flat on the floor, and stretches out on top of him]

[ too tired to really. fight that. and just kind of flops

mumbling sleepily ]

I really hate you.

[lazily reaches up and scratches his fingers through Haz's hair, petting]

Maybe.

But you also like me.

Pretty sure it's just hate now.

[ making a noise though, and going slack under him ]

[snorts]

Well. Then you can take it out on me next time.

I'm already planning it out.

[ are you still inside or... ]

[probably

your ass is warm]

I'll look forward to it.

[ ... i'm glad u feel that way ]

Masochist.

I don't think you can point fingers anymore.

Maybe.

[ shifting and. propping himself up on his elbows. looking back at ]

You look better like that.

On top of you..?

With one eye.

[snorts and pushes himself up again, just enough that he can wrap a hand around his neck, pressing lightly against his throat, he leans down to kiss Haz under the ear, slow and intense and warm.]

Next time you fuck me, take them both out.

[ sucks in a sharp breath, but tilts his head into the attention. ]

I won't make any promises, but we'll see.

[doesn't say anything to that but Hazama can probably feel the grin against his jaw, spreading slowly before his teeth scrape and nip at the soft spot he was kissing]

[ yeah that's... a lot better.

humming, lifting his chin a little and then trying to push himself up and get Ticky off of him ]

[there's a moment of resistance, his hand tightening briefly...

but then he concedes, letting go and rolling easily off of him]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject