dichotomize

[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.]

[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.

Priorities suck for masochists.]

...Yes.

[...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]

[makes a face into the kiss because you didn't have to snort, but otherwise seems agreeable enough.]

[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]

[oh my god.

He's been pretty good at staying quiet up until now, but that startles a cry out of him.]

[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.]

[catches that, grinning sharply, which of course only encourages him to make it harder for Hatter, because he really wouldn't care if someone came in to him fucking their teammate. He pulls back a bit, taking out his fingers and quickly lining his cock up. Maybe Hatter wasn't as prepared as he would have liked to be but... well. Ticky wasn't very worried about that, and thrusts deeply into him grinding roughly once he's as far as he can go.]

[He's tense, but not because of the pain, though the tension surely doesn't help on that front. No, he's struggling to listen past his door, because what if they heard what if they're coming.

...That worry isn't keeping him from spreading his legs wider and rocking his hips upward to take Ticky in deeper, though.]

[Pauses a moment once he's fully inside Hatter, then rocks a few times, not coming out much but just giving the impression that he's managed to go still deeper, then leans over Hatter and says in his ear.]

If the door opens would you even stop...?

[oh are we playing it this way

uncovers his mouth to stroke Ticky's cheek briefly before firmly winding his fingers into his hair.]

Ha... Probably not.

[I GUESS THAT'S A GOOD TIME FOR ME TO KNOCK THEN]

Hatter-san?

[FUCK

voice as even as can be]

Yes, Yukio?

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[CONSIDERING THAT I WAS EATEN ALIVE TODAY I'M HAVING A PRETTY GREAT DAY. Grins at Hatter and kisses under his jaw and starts to fuck him, a slow but solid pace]

Nii-san thinks we should go out and get some supplies and then avoid leaving the portrait for a while. I'm inclined to agree. Do you want to come?

[ffffuck, tugs on Ticky's hair a bit, thoughtfully.

then, struggling to keep his voice even but MOSTLY MANAGING, THANK YOU.]

...No. I'd slow you down, tired as I am. Stay safe and run if you have to.

Alright. Please get some rest.

[AND YOU CAN HEAR HIM WALKING AWAY]

[annnd kissing Hatter forcefully and abruptly fucking him a lot harder]

[o k a y, stifling his ragged moan in that kiss as best he can, bucking up against Ticky and shoving any concern from his mind.]

[awesome. There's another laugh, but it's light and mostly breath as Ticky adjusts to find a good angle to rock steadily into Hatter, at an ever increasing pace, moaning himself now and then but also fortunately pretty quiet about it.]

[kisses his way down Ticky's jaw to leave little stinging bites on his throat, finding a steadier way to shift his body into the thrusts.]

[See why would you rather be doing something other than this right now? Shaking, harsh gasps now and his nails are digging into Hatter's ass hard enough to break the skin while he pushes the pace just a little faster.]

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