[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...
[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.
[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]
[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.]
[Gasps and breaks the kiss to take in a long breath before biting along Hatter's jawline. It doesn't take him long to get his own pants down, and then he's pressing a finger against Hatter's asshole.]
Do you... want anything to make this easier on you?
[He has to take a moment to gather his thoughts and mull that one over, because his reflex is no, but Canary is quite possibly at war so he needs to be able to move fast on short notice.
[...kind of snorts. not sure exactly what that thought was but he's pretty it wasn't 'no more pain would be so bad'. Kisses lightly and pulls his hand back a bit, spitting in his hand a couple of times]
[YOU'RE HILARIOUS. Rubbing his cock down then sticking a couple of fingers in you without preamble, going straight for the money, gratuitously, and pulling back a bit to watch Hatter]
[yes good. Bites at Hatter's chin lightly, scraping his teeth on the skin and continuing to abuse his prostate while he works in a third finger. Doing this ~quickly~ but making it count.]
[oh god oh god claps his hand over his own mouth and shoots a look to the door, even blind, even as he rocks his hips to take Ticky's fingers in deeper.]
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Still, he pinches Ticky's nose.]
Not there.
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Why not?
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...I'm not used to the idea of it being gone yet.
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I think you have a good idea.
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Ah. That's what I thought.
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Ah...
[grudgingly lets go.]
Somehow that sounds like you.
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[leanning over to kiss you, and press your hand down against the bed, and drag rough scratches down your ex-arm.]
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[aw fuckit, kisses Ticky. 'x' Kiss Ticky and squirm and be pinned and maybe relax a little, good plan go Hatter.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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Do you... want anything to make this easier on you?
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Priorities suck for masochists.]
...Yes.
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He's been pretty good at staying quiet up until now, but that startles a cry out of him.]
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