[He is tight, and that with the rough pull caused by the lack of lube appeals pleasantly to his masochism. He's not entirely sure Kazuma can fit all the way in, but he's willing to give it a go. And frankly if he were the type to fear pain, or being fucked by strange sadists, he might be too tense to make it happen but since Ticky is neither of those things a little persistence gets the job done.
And he feels stretched between one solid point that is the tree he's breathing against and the others that are a dick in his ass and hands bruising his hips and just that is enough to leave him feeling the need to catch his breath.
But instead he deliberately holds his next breath and squeezes down on Kazuma. Grinds back against him.]
[ there's another sharp breath, and he shudders, curling over Ticky's back and using his grip on his hips to hold him still. he's not entirely sure the extent of the pleasure he can get from this (tho he won't deny, seeing Ticky so eager for pain is a turn-on in itself) but it probably doesn't matter if he comes, anyway.
it'd suck, but really, he's just using him. pouring out his frustrations into him, in the way he rocks into his body -- slowly, steady, forcing himself a bit deeper each time even though it feels like he's fucking the skin off his dick -- the way he scrapes his nails over his stomach, sliding under his shirt to dig into the scar tissue over his chest. even when there's pain, there's pleasure, and it's easy enough for him to latch onto that. ]
[ticky pants between small, low laughs. His response to the pain is barely right at all. Plenty of grind but almost never a wince, except when he his scar is clawed open, and even that has him pushing back against Kazuma with a moan. He keeps his hands on the tree, supporting both of their weight is a bit of a strain for him as he is. But it's not like he would stop the touch if he could. If anything, he wished he'd taken off more clothes. It was cold, but he wanted to feel the skin against his back. ]
[ it gets a bit easier to move -- he's not sure if Ticky's bleeding on the inside, or he's just gotten used enough to the pain -- and he starts fucking him a bit more faster, steadily working him open with each buck of his hips ]
[bleeding was definitely a possibility, and unsurprisingly not one Ticky is particularly bothered by, or even considering. The faster pace quickly starts to knock the breath out of him; even if he'd (finally) gotten his skill in sex back, his basic physical attributes were still less than an average person. Not that his overall weakness slows him much, he's still more than eager to thoughtlessly onto Kazuma's cock, letting out shameless noises of pleasure between his breaths.]
[ ohh, those are nice noises. they're enough to make his hips stutter against him, and it's definitely a lot easier to thrust into him now that he knows just how much to push. the fingers over his chest slide down, pinching his nipple between his nails while the other hooks around his neck and uses this grip to pull him back against him, tongue finding the shell of his ear before he drops his mouth to his neck and sinks his teeth in. ]
[The curse is quiet, but an honest omission won by the bite. He flinches, shoulders bunching up in automatic protest, then relaxes with a shudder a moment later, tilting his head to the side with an almost lazy smile to give Kazuma room there. He has to lean back against the other without the tree to support him, because he's definitely not that steady, especially not with a dick moving in and out of him, but he finds purchase by burying one hand roughly in Kazuma's hair, and the other -- after a brief stop inside his own mouth where he licks and sucks on a couple of fingers -- at Kazuma's ass. He doesn't waste time here, or ask for permission, just presses a long, slick finger inside and goes directly for the prostate.]
it's instinctive, the way he clenches down around the fingers inside of him almost immediately, the sensation so foreign to him it's probably safe to say that this is something he's never... really... done before.
that isn't going to stop him from letting out a choked sort of moan, though, hips stuttering against him with a sharp gasp, even as his teeth bite down harder. ]
[Just answers with his own moan, using the hand on Kazuma's ass to press their bodies together again, burying that cock back in him and then grinding against it with an indulgent sound. It's not like he can finger fuck the other very well from this angle, so he doesn't try, just generously rubbing ramming into that sweet spot, but letting up every few seconds. In terms of being overwhelming it might be a little mean... but at least Ticky has stopped actively trying to hurt him. Afterall, Kazuma had been so generous with him, it was only fair to put his own sadism on the back burner for now.]
[ he's already getting close, can feel his knees shake from the double stimulation of fucking Ticky and having the man's fingers pressing up inside him, rubbing up over a spot that makes his vision blur at the edges and has pleasure flaring up in his stomach. he's pretty sure he's drawing blood by this point, but he's also equally sure that Ticky wouldn't mind this in the least considering the whole... masochism thing.
he focuses instead on bending him over, crushing him up against the tree and fucking him desperately; his thrusts have lost most of their rhythm now because he ends up pushing into the fingers in him every time he pulls back, and then re-burying himself in Ticky's tight heat every time he lunges forward, pushing him closer and closer to the edge until he's pretty much just rutting against him and dragging him over the rough bark of the tree ]
Is pretty much Ticky's last coherent thought in the early moments of being abruptly fucked vigorously against a tree. Both of his hands had still been occupied, so his upper body and the right side of his face take the full, initial hit, and most of the following friction as he's very quickly fucked raw.
And that's all so fucking good; even when his footing briefly betrays him and his dick rubs up against the tree, which successfully elicits a sharp curse that's more pain than pleasure, the actual hurt is just another sort of turn on. And even when he pulls his hand away from Kazuma's hair and get it between his lower body and the tree, each rough fuck and rare but even rougher rub of bark-on-cock very quickly devolves him into hungry moans and breathless little swears.
The hand in Kazuma's ass he just... keeps there, letting the other man use it and periodically pushing into him roughly, sometimes with nails because he's forgetting to be nice. But for the most part he doesn't have the strength to do much else. Right up until the moment where he's coming, forehead pressed against the tree and hips jerking in erratic shudders. No sound, not even breathing, but a wide and not very With It grin that Kazuma probably can't see.]
[ Ticky's already tight, and when he starts coming that makes him even tighter, until he ends up bracing his hands on the tree on either side of Ticky's head, rutting into him desperately and throwing off his own rhythm before finally slamming in and coming.
there's a few moments where he still thrusts into him, but it's slower, more to milk himself with the way Ticky's squeezing down around his cock than anything. he doesn't stop moving until he's sure he's completely emptied out, and then he just... slumps against him, panting, absentmindedly reaching back to tug the hand out of his ass
it'd probably be more effective to pull out, but he's not entirely sure he's up to that just yet. ]
[it's probably only the weight against him that keeps him upright, pinned to the tree, because there definitely isn't a lot of strength in Ticky's legs. His hand is tugged out easily drops limply to the side while he tilts his head down, face pressed against the rough but cool bark, and catches his breath a bit.
Pulling Kazuma out of him probably would be a good idea, but he's at exactly that point of exhaustion where moving just enough to make things easier for yourself is still a little too much effort.]
[ eventually he catches his breath enough to where he trusts himself to pull out, setting both hands on Ticky's hips and drawing his own far enough away that he can simply fall out of him with a shaky exhale. the cold air hitting his dick is enough to make him laugh, still somewhat breathless, and he reaches down to gently slip a finger inside of Ticky to feel at the mess inside of him. ]
[Well it isn't like he isn't now incredibly sensitive in there, so that little touch earns a quiet little 'nngh' and a shiver before Ticky sucks in a rough breath and tries to vaguely push himself into a position that is more standing than leaning, but his legs are definitely shaking from the effort, and his hips are sore as fuck. Apparently the answer to the question of whether or not he'd be walking after this is 'gingerly'.]
[ pulling his hands away and moving to start pulling his pants up, wincing a little at the contact. the flesh there is more sensitive than he'd thought, but maybe that's to be expected. probably. ]
[goood pushing away from the tree enough to turn and lean back against it. He's a mess outside as well. Front of his shirt scraped and dirty from bark and blood, more blood trickling down from the bite in his shoulder, come on his front and leaking out the back, bruises on his hips... though those are at least hard to see in the dark.
Of course, he also doesn't appear even faintly embarrassed, instead just enjoying the chill on his overheated body and carefully bending to pull up his pants.]
That's right, you're only interested in one thing.
[ he certainly isn't, if the way his gaze lingers over each of Ticky's marks in turn is any kind of indication. he's not really too certain of the extent of Ticky's powers, but he sure hopes super-fast healing isn't on the list. it'd be a shame to see the bruises fade so quickly ]
[reaches a hand behind himself with a little arch to clean up with a motion you can't quite catch, but a second later he's shaking it off into the snow. There's definitely blood in there. And then calmly finishes bulking his pants back on. Hiding the bruises that sadly, yes, will almost certainly be healed next time you see him.]
[ watching him while he does that, almost admiringly. he does kind of hug himself a bit, because while the cold air feels good on his skin -- with the suit, even more so -- it's still cold, and not something he's had much opportunity to experience in Deco. ]
[once he is basically done up and his coat pulled around him again he reaches forward without getting far from the three and goes to grab Kazuma's wrist, pulling him over]
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And he feels stretched between one solid point that is the tree he's breathing against and the others that are a dick in his ass and hands bruising his hips and just that is enough to leave him feeling the need to catch his breath.
But instead he deliberately holds his next breath and squeezes down on Kazuma. Grinds back against him.]
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it'd suck, but really, he's just using him. pouring out his frustrations into him, in the way he rocks into his body -- slowly, steady, forcing himself a bit deeper each time even though it feels like he's fucking the skin off his dick -- the way he scrapes his nails over his stomach, sliding under his shirt to dig into the scar tissue over his chest. even when there's pain, there's pleasure, and it's easy enough for him to latch onto that. ]
How long has it been--- exactly---
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Hhaha. A decade or so... Why? Too much for you?
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[ it gets a bit easier to move -- he's not sure if Ticky's bleeding on the inside, or he's just gotten used enough to the pain -- and he starts fucking him a bit more faster, steadily working him open with each buck of his hips ]
Feels like you've been neglected.
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[bleeding was definitely a possibility, and unsurprisingly not one Ticky is particularly bothered by, or even considering. The faster pace quickly starts to knock the breath out of him; even if he'd (finally) gotten his skill in sex back, his basic physical attributes were still less than an average person. Not that his overall weakness slows him much, he's still more than eager to thoughtlessly onto Kazuma's cock, letting out shameless noises of pleasure between his breaths.]
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[ ohh, those are nice noises. they're enough to make his hips stutter against him, and it's definitely a lot easier to thrust into him now that he knows just how much to push. the fingers over his chest slide down, pinching his nipple between his nails while the other hooks around his neck and uses this grip to pull him back against him, tongue finding the shell of his ear before he drops his mouth to his neck and sinks his teeth in. ]
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[The curse is quiet, but an honest omission won by the bite. He flinches, shoulders bunching up in automatic protest, then relaxes with a shudder a moment later, tilting his head to the side with an almost lazy smile to give Kazuma room there. He has to lean back against the other without the tree to support him, because he's definitely not that steady, especially not with a dick moving in and out of him, but he finds purchase by burying one hand roughly in Kazuma's hair, and the other -- after a brief stop inside his own mouth where he licks and sucks on a couple of fingers -- at Kazuma's ass. He doesn't waste time here, or ask for permission, just presses a long, slick finger inside and goes directly for the prostate.]
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it's instinctive, the way he clenches down around the fingers inside of him almost immediately, the sensation so foreign to him it's probably safe to say that this is something he's never... really... done before.
that isn't going to stop him from letting out a choked sort of moan, though, hips stuttering against him with a sharp gasp, even as his teeth bite down harder. ]
H...hey...
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[ he's already getting close, can feel his knees shake from the double stimulation of fucking Ticky and having the man's fingers pressing up inside him, rubbing up over a spot that makes his vision blur at the edges and has pleasure flaring up in his stomach. he's pretty sure he's drawing blood by this point, but he's also equally sure that Ticky wouldn't mind this in the least considering the whole... masochism thing.
he focuses instead on bending him over, crushing him up against the tree and fucking him desperately; his thrusts have lost most of their rhythm now because he ends up pushing into the fingers in him every time he pulls back, and then re-burying himself in Ticky's tight heat every time he lunges forward, pushing him closer and closer to the edge until he's pretty much just rutting against him and dragging him over the rough bark of the tree ]
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Is pretty much Ticky's last coherent thought in the early moments of being abruptly fucked vigorously against a tree. Both of his hands had still been occupied, so his upper body and the right side of his face take the full, initial hit, and most of the following friction as he's very quickly fucked raw.
And that's all so fucking good; even when his footing briefly betrays him and his dick rubs up against the tree, which successfully elicits a sharp curse that's more pain than pleasure, the actual hurt is just another sort of turn on. And even when he pulls his hand away from Kazuma's hair and get it between his lower body and the tree, each rough fuck and rare but even rougher rub of bark-on-cock very quickly devolves him into hungry moans and breathless little swears.
The hand in Kazuma's ass he just... keeps there, letting the other man use it and periodically pushing into him roughly, sometimes with nails because he's forgetting to be nice. But for the most part he doesn't have the strength to do much else. Right up until the moment where he's coming, forehead pressed against the tree and hips jerking in erratic shudders. No sound, not even breathing, but a wide and not very With It grin that Kazuma probably can't see.]
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there's a few moments where he still thrusts into him, but it's slower, more to milk himself with the way Ticky's squeezing down around his cock than anything. he doesn't stop moving until he's sure he's completely emptied out, and then he just... slumps against him, panting, absentmindedly reaching back to tug the hand out of his ass
it'd probably be more effective to pull out, but he's not entirely sure he's up to that just yet. ]
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Pulling Kazuma out of him probably would be a good idea, but he's at exactly that point of exhaustion where moving just enough to make things easier for yourself is still a little too much effort.]
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...Wonder how much that counts for?
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Who knows...? Maybe you'll win.
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[ pulling his hands away and moving to start pulling his pants up, wincing a little at the contact. the flesh there is more sensitive than he'd thought, but maybe that's to be expected. probably. ]
I'm not getting my memories back from this.
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Of course, he also doesn't appear even faintly embarrassed, instead just enjoying the chill on his overheated body and carefully bending to pull up his pants.]
That's right, you're only interested in one thing.
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[ he certainly isn't, if the way his gaze lingers over each of Ticky's marks in turn is any kind of indication. he's not really too certain of the extent of Ticky's powers, but he sure hopes super-fast healing isn't on the list. it'd be a shame to see the bruises fade so quickly ]
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[reaches a hand behind himself with a little arch to clean up with a motion you can't quite catch, but a second later he's shaking it off into the snow. There's definitely blood in there. And then calmly finishes bulking his pants back on. Hiding the bruises that sadly, yes, will almost certainly be healed next time you see him.]
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[ watching him while he does that, almost admiringly. he does kind of hug himself a bit, because while the cold air feels good on his skin -- with the suit, even more so -- it's still cold, and not something he's had much opportunity to experience in Deco. ]
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[once he is basically done up and his coat pulled around him again he reaches forward without getting far from the three and goes to grab Kazuma's wrist, pulling him over]
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You're a good distraction, if that. What, you want this to be more than a one-time thing? Don't get your hopes up.
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[slides down the tree to sit in the snow and pulls you with him]
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my suit :(
but goes w/e ]
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loops his arms loosely around Kazuma and leans back against the tree.
cuddles =x =x =x]
We're both a mess. Might as well wait out the end of it.
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