[ 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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[ 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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Are you always this affectionate?
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[ going quiet. kind of a contemplative silence, so he doesn't really say anything else. ]
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getting up ]
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Good luck getting your memories. I hope you remember things that interest you.
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rueful little smile back at ]
If they're anything like the one I have now, maybe they're not worth it.
[ and leaving??? but later he'll probably end up throwing the cigs he won back at you or something idk ]
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