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[THIS WHOLE FINGERFUCKING HIS EYE SOCKET THING IS MAKING SUDDEN MOVEMENTS KIND OF A SCARY PROSPECT

but with another soft sound, Hatter lets go of Ticky's hair in favor of firmly tugging his hand away from his eye... only so he can flop back on the bed and drag Ticky down with him, because he promptly lets go of the hand again.]

[it's ok surely i can't do any serious damage even tho I don't even have my anatomy skill back yet, Ticky laughs softly, following him, though he takes a moment to stay just leaning over him, bracing one hand on the bed while the other slides more securely into Hatter's pants, fingers, then palm, pressing down the length of his dick]

Hmm. You're always into such interesting things.

[s. squirms a little.]

Am I?

[closes his hand around him and strokess]

Every time I think you're going to back down from something you just get more into it.

[shifts a bit to free up his other hand so he can start undoing your top]

Mm...

[enjoy that combo of completed incuse horrible horrible decoscars and missing arm!]

I suppose I like a challenge.

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[Takes his hand out of Hatter's pants, instead settling in a good spot where he can grind down on him very effectively if he so chooses, and runs both hands over Hatter's stomach.]

Oh? And here I thought you just liked to suffer.

[It's a very gentle touch right up until one hand digs nails in hard enough to leave little red marks, and then rakes downwards.]

[Those nails are definitely catching at some scars, and Hatter arches (into them, of course, off the bed a little).

Reaches up to... touch Ticky's face? Though after a few moments it's clear he's mapping it out with his fingers.

There aren't any gratifying little sounds coming from him this time, but he stopped talking, so that's pretty telling.]

[blinks a bit at the touch but is patient with it, slipping one hand under Hatter's back when it arches up and repeating the motion; rough scratches leaving equals parts blood and just bright white lines on his skin. His other hand slides up Hatter's side to his missing arm, pressing over where it used to be, first with his whole hand, but then with his fingers digging into the skin, and carefully watching Hatter's reaction]

[He shudders at when Ticky starts messing with his missing arm, and this time it's not necessarily a pleasant reaction, though it's still not entirely bad...

Still, he pinches Ticky's nose.]

Not there.

[......nose is pinched, and everything else pauses... but he doesn't withdraw his hand]

Why not?

[nnnot letting go of Ticky's nose.]

...I'm not used to the idea of it being gone yet.

I could help you get used to it.

And how do you propose you'd do that?

[as if he doesn't know the answer]

[drags his nails down where your arm used to be a bit]

I think you have a good idea.

[ssshivers]

Ah. That's what I thought.

[does that again, with a bit more force but still not damaging, and grabs Hatter's hand, pulling it gently away from his nose]

The best way to deal with things you don't like is turning them into things you do like.

Ah...

[grudgingly lets go.]

Somehow that sounds like you.

I guess that's my talent. It seems like you don't spend enough time enjoying yourself, blind man.

[leanning over to kiss you, and press your hand down against the bed, and drag rough scratches down your ex-arm.]

Yes well I'm a little b--

[aw fuckit, kisses Ticky. 'x' Kiss Ticky and squirm and be pinned and maybe relax a little, good plan go Hatter.]

[yes good hatter you are doing something right. Shifts his hips to rock firmly into him, not at all shy about using his greater weight to press him down, kissing invasively while he smooths his hand back up the scratches he just made, massaging the skin and soothing whatever pain he just caused]

[There are a few moments where he's still tense as hell but soon enough Hatter hits a point where he surrenders, hooks a leg behind Ticky and bites him, intent on giving as good as he's getting.

...This is surrender in Hatter's book, yes.]

[Sounds legit, and it's not like Ticky can't tell the change, laughing a bit roughly against Hatter's mouth before he bites back, drawing blood, and raking his hand from Hatter's shoulder down to his hip before grabbing him there and holding him firmly closer]

[Mm, a bloody kiss is good, just like the lines of pain down his side and he's fighting the grip on his hip to surge upward, grind against Ticky.]

[Groans, shuddering himself and using the hand at Hatter's hip to work his pants down while they grind against each other. Eventually getting them down past Hatter's hips and going to work on his own.]

[Hisses into the kiss, gleeful, and wrestling his hand free so he can worm his hand under Ticky's shirt and claw down his back.]

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