Sounds pretty... messy already, even without the killing. I'm sure I--
[ but he doesn't get to finish that sentence, because kissing. he kisses back just as hard, and there's no love lost in it because he's biting as roughly as he's being treated. his hands strain against Ticky, again, like he's reaching for him, but without the leverage to do what he wants they only end up hurting himself more.
and then the squeeze happens, and the groan he was initially letting out turns into a shout into Ticky's mouth when the second finger presses into him, a familiar ache starting to rise up his spine ]
[laughs at the sound, and just for that drags it out a little bit longer, pressing roughly on his prostate, biting his lips, before, pulling back and licking his own lips, catching his breath again. He starts to stretch Haz open]
So his monster took over his body. It went berserk. Killed everything in it's path. Including the people that took him in after I let him go and tried to nurse him back to health. Someone on his own side tried to save him. Nearly died in it.
Hm... it was quite a mess. Actually it was a pretty fun show.
[and then he takes his hand away, it's really not enough preparation but... what's a little pain. He undoes his own pants quickly, then jerks down Hazama's]
[ his breath escapes him in a sharp exhale, hips jerking when the fingers are pulled out of him. like before he lifts, trying to help with that but it's pretty obvious by how his legs are trembling that he's either.. super super aroused or kind of nervous about something.
he's been pretty tight even while Ticky was fingering him, so it's... pretty easy to determine how many times he's taken it up the ass prior to this. ]
[ he's not in the truth portrait right now so he can lie all he wants, and he's actually tempted to say otherwise so Ticky doesn't have something else to hold over his head
but walking is definitely something he'd like to do in the future. so. ]
[laughs a little and kisses him lightly, then pulls back and sticks a couple of fingers into his own mouth, wetting them quickly, slipping them back into Haz's ass, stretching a little more before adding a third]
All right. But one day you're going to want me to fuck you until you can't move.
[muses idly while he grabs Hazama under his ass and lifts him up easily, carefully lining his dick up with the other's entrance. Not easily done one handed but he seems to handle himself fine]
Ah, right. So. His monster makes him a monster, and of course a hero arrives to stop the rampage, or try to.
[by the time he's rocking easily into Haz's ass, slow but steadily pushing into him, his tone is almost conversational. But his features aren't, watching Haz with a hungry stare, even as he moves inside him as gently as possible.]
[ okay, so he's probably not as prepared for this as he'd thought. that's a lot bigger than Ticky's fingers, and the bit of breath he'd managed to get back escapes in a sharp grunt, entire body seizing up and clamping around the dick pushing its way inside of him.
even like this he can feel how tight the squeeze is, and he's equal parts irritated and aching, more for the way the stretch hurts than anything else.
[Ticky watches his face, strangely charmed, and resists the urge to take him any faster just to watch his expression. Instead he presses slowly into him until he can't anymore, and then stops, letting Haz catch his breath and adjust.]
So the hero throws himself at the monster, again and again. Trying to save the human he believes is still somewhere inside. He sacrifices an arm to that fight.
[he reaches around Haz's waist to hold him up closer, and finally let's go of his hand to drag fingers through Haz's hair and down his cheek and neck, and sitting back with his cock inside him to just look at the body stretched out in front of him]
it feels... really fucking weird, and his expression twists to reflect that. he's full, not like when Ticky had his hand in his stomach, but it's a different kind of full. the stretch is still there, rising gradually up his lower back as an ever-present, constant pressure he's finding himself hating almost immediately.
the moment his hands are free he reaches down, skirting fingers over his own dick to feel at where Ticky's buried inside of him. he pulls his hand away to inspect it, and upon seeing nothing nods before turning his gaze to Ticky. ]
[he does, pulling out of him, immediately setting a steady pace, not too slow, but deliberately angling to rub over his prostate each time he pushes in]
It's hard going, but eventually the hero manages, prying poor Suman from the grip of his mad Innocence. He's not really much of a person by that point, though. Broken, drooling, mindless...
[ he can feel the way his body stretches for him, the gradual slide of Ticky's dick inside him that's way different than his fingers. it helps that each time he sinks in there's a jolt of pleasure, and his body jerks with it until he has the sense to wrap his legs around Ticky's body, pulling him in as deep as he can with a shaky moan. ]
It was a little strange... knowing that hero boy the way I do now, he probably... thought there was still hope.
[bites his lip briefly when Haz's legs wrap around him, putting both hands on the other's hips and holding him off the ground while he rocks into him, gradually picking the pace up, watching Haz's face past his dick and down the arch of his stomach.]
But the Innocence had wrecked him. In the end it wasn't really me that killed him.
Anyway, that's when the eggs hatched. Hundreds and hundreds of my cute Tease exploded out of him.
[he's definitely moving faster, it's a little hard to be gentle and talk about this, the story demands a faster pace, at least he moves smoothly, pistoning in and out of Haz without jerking him around much, the other's weight held very easily between his hands]
[ he's gotten used to it enough by now, though there's still the same ache, the same uncomfortable stretching of his insides to accommodate Ticky's girth. he's been trained to like this, though (not entirely of his own volition), so it's a good hurt.
it's hard to keep hanging onto Ticky's words when he's being fucked open like this, but he does well enough, and amid the thrusts into his body he manages to find breath enough to speak, though his words are being jolted slightly with movement.
it's fine to jerk himself off, isn't it? Ticky's words are working well enough to keep him hard, but a little more and...
screw it, he's dipping his hand down anyway, taking a hold of his dick and digging his nails into the head to give himself that pinprick of pain. ]
[it must be fine to jerk yourself off, because when Haz goes for it Ticky just smiles and changes nothing, taking him at the same smooth but slow building pace. Despite this he seems very in control, only just barely starting to lose his breath. He wasn't joking about getting back a skill that meant he could go a while.]
The boy...? He didn't scare like Suman, but he screamed all right, when I burned off his Innocence.
[his eyelids close briefly, remembering. He slows suddenly, holding Haz at a slightly different angle, not thrusting fully into him just drilling his cock in short bursts against Haz's prostate]
You're... just a stand-up kind of guy, aren't you?
[ he curls fingers over himself and jerks lazily, the slide of his fingers only marginally faster than the way Ticky's taking him. he doesn't adjust his pace when Ticky slows, just looks at him curiously, but then he's shifting and every lunge forward has pleasure rocketing up his spine, and he can't help but to arch in response. his legs tighten around Ticky's hips, teeth grit as wave after wave of pleasure washes through him, and his hole clenches around him tightly as though if he let go these sensations would stop. ]
Fuck--- Ticky--
[ he scrabbles with his free hand at his shoulder, digging his fingers in and holding him tight. ]
[The squeeze around his dick gets a bit of a breathless laugh, and Ticky pauses in his movement to take in a slow, deep breath, recollecting himself before he slowly and deliberately grinds into him again. He sits back on his heels and pulls Haz up, into his lap, using his greater strength to hold the skinny man at the appropriate angle to still relentlessly fuck into that same spot with short, jerky strokes]
[ there's a bit of disorientation at first, but once he realizes he's sitting up he reaches out, grabbing Ticky's head and pressing his thumb into the corner of the eye he knows is mechanical. part of him wants to see Ticky lose it, but it's getting increasingly hard considering Ticky knows exactly where to hit to make stars burst behind his eyes.
it's hard, but he's leaning in to kiss him, trying to rock down to take him deeper, harder, with a choked moan against his lips. just a little more --- ]
[A part of Ticky really really wants to give Haz whatever he wants, to fuck him gently and thoroughly leave him nothing to complain about? Because why not? They were practically friends and he liked to be good to people he cared for.
But the thumb next to his eye reminds him that they don't do things that way. That he enjoys it when Hazama fucks with him, riles him up, makes him want to kill him a little more. So he returns the kiss, warm and rough and hungry, but holds him. Holds him still. With his dick just there and still pressing against that spot but not moving anymore. Not fucking him. Not taking him higher or harder or faster of any of it. Just waiting.]
[ in a way, it's good that Ticky's not moving, because that means that he's not gonna mangle his eye any more than it already is. it's a little difficult, because pressure against his prostate eventually turns into a feeling akin to a stab, but maybe that's intentional. it's like the pleasure he's getting from that is so intense it can only register as pain, and he's fine with that.
because really, he's aiming to do the same to Ticky. if not now, then later on down the line, when their situations are reversed.
he knows it doesn't hurt him, because it's a fake eye. but even so he's not gonna be gentle in the slightest, immediately digging his thumb into the corner of his eye and then pressing in as deep as he can. ]
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[ but he doesn't get to finish that sentence, because kissing. he kisses back just as hard, and there's no love lost in it because he's biting as roughly as he's being treated. his hands strain against Ticky, again, like he's reaching for him, but without the leverage to do what he wants they only end up hurting himself more.
and then the squeeze happens, and the groan he was initially letting out turns into a shout into Ticky's mouth when the second finger presses into him, a familiar ache starting to rise up his spine ]
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So his monster took over his body. It went berserk. Killed everything in it's path. Including the people that took him in after I let him go and tried to nurse him back to health. Someone on his own side tried to save him. Nearly died in it.
Hm... it was quite a mess. Actually it was a pretty fun show.
[and then he takes his hand away, it's really not enough preparation but... what's a little pain. He undoes his own pants quickly, then jerks down Hazama's]
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[ his breath escapes him in a sharp exhale, hips jerking when the fingers are pulled out of him. like before he lifts, trying to help with that but it's pretty obvious by how his legs are trembling that he's either.. super super aroused or kind of nervous about something.
he's been pretty tight even while Ticky was fingering him, so it's... pretty easy to determine how many times he's taken it up the ass prior to this. ]
Be gentle with me?
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Is that what you want?
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but walking is definitely something he'd like to do in the future. so. ]
Yeah. It is.
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All right. But one day you're going to want me to fuck you until you can't move.
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[ that's a hell of a lot better, and his body relaxes visibly, accepting the fingers without much difficulty. ]
I dunno... you seem to get pretty tuckered out after the first round, usually. Unless that... "Noah"? Gives you super endurance or something.
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[stretttching, slow and easy, he does know what he's doing, and he has the patience to be kind if he's asked.]
I haven't tried how far I can go with sex, but long past the point that you could handle it, probably.
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[ he's more than ready by this point, and sort of. bucks up into him, like he wants him to get a move on. ]
I'm pretty sure I could handle it just fine. Maybe I'll get to you first, before you get to me.
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[aand taking his fingers out a second time, spitting into his hand to slick himself up]
And maybe you will.
So, do you want to hear the end of the story?
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[ shudders a little at the emptiness, and like before his hands strain in Ticky's grip, welcoming the hurt that that incites with a hiss. ]
Lay it on me.
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Anyway, what was I at...
[muses idly while he grabs Hazama under his ass and lifts him up easily, carefully lining his dick up with the other's entrance. Not easily done one handed but he seems to handle himself fine]
Ah, right. So. His monster makes him a monster, and of course a hero arrives to stop the rampage, or try to.
[by the time he's rocking easily into Haz's ass, slow but steadily pushing into him, his tone is almost conversational. But his features aren't, watching Haz with a hungry stare, even as he moves inside him as gently as possible.]
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even like this he can feel how tight the squeeze is, and he's equal parts irritated and aching, more for the way the stretch hurts than anything else.
at least it's slow. that's something. ]
M...mngh... fuck...
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So the hero throws himself at the monster, again and again. Trying to save the human he believes is still somewhere inside. He sacrifices an arm to that fight.
[he reaches around Haz's waist to hold him up closer, and finally let's go of his hand to drag fingers through Haz's hair and down his cheek and neck, and sitting back with his cock inside him to just look at the body stretched out in front of him]
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it feels... really fucking weird, and his expression twists to reflect that. he's full, not like when Ticky had his hand in his stomach, but it's a different kind of full. the stretch is still there, rising gradually up his lower back as an ever-present, constant pressure he's finding himself hating almost immediately.
the moment his hands are free he reaches down, skirting fingers over his own dick to feel at where Ticky's buried inside of him. he pulls his hand away to inspect it, and upon seeing nothing nods before turning his gaze to Ticky. ]
... what's that look for? Keep going.
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It's hard going, but eventually the hero manages, prying poor Suman from the grip of his mad Innocence. He's not really much of a person by that point, though. Broken, drooling, mindless...
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[ he can feel the way his body stretches for him, the gradual slide of Ticky's dick inside him that's way different than his fingers. it helps that each time he sinks in there's a jolt of pleasure, and his body jerks with it until he has the sense to wrap his legs around Ticky's body, pulling him in as deep as he can with a shaky moan. ]
And then.... what happens...?
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[bites his lip briefly when Haz's legs wrap around him, putting both hands on the other's hips and holding him off the ground while he rocks into him, gradually picking the pace up, watching Haz's face past his dick and down the arch of his stomach.]
But the Innocence had wrecked him. In the end it wasn't really me that killed him.
Anyway, that's when the eggs hatched. Hundreds and hundreds of my cute Tease exploded out of him.
[he's definitely moving faster, it's a little hard to be gentle and talk about this, the story demands a faster pace, at least he moves smoothly, pistoning in and out of Haz without jerking him around much, the other's weight held very easily between his hands]
There wasn't anything left.
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it's hard to keep hanging onto Ticky's words when he's being fucked open like this, but he does well enough, and amid the thrusts into his body he manages to find breath enough to speak, though his words are being jolted slightly with movement.
it's fine to jerk himself off, isn't it? Ticky's words are working well enough to keep him hard, but a little more and...
screw it, he's dipping his hand down anyway, taking a hold of his dick and digging his nails into the head to give himself that pinprick of pain. ]
And what happened to the boy...?
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The boy...? He didn't scare like Suman, but he screamed all right, when I burned off his Innocence.
[his eyelids close briefly, remembering. He slows suddenly, holding Haz at a slightly different angle, not thrusting fully into him just drilling his cock in short bursts against Haz's prostate]
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[ he curls fingers over himself and jerks lazily, the slide of his fingers only marginally faster than the way Ticky's taking him. he doesn't adjust his pace when Ticky slows, just looks at him curiously, but then he's shifting and every lunge forward has pleasure rocketing up his spine, and he can't help but to arch in response. his legs tighten around Ticky's hips, teeth grit as wave after wave of pleasure washes through him, and his hole clenches around him tightly as though if he let go these sensations would stop. ]
Fuck--- Ticky--
[ he scrabbles with his free hand at his shoulder, digging his fingers in and holding him tight. ]
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it's hard, but he's leaning in to kiss him, trying to rock down to take him deeper, harder, with a choked moan against his lips. just a little more --- ]
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But the thumb next to his eye reminds him that they don't do things that way. That he enjoys it when Hazama fucks with him, riles him up, makes him want to kill him a little more. So he returns the kiss, warm and rough and hungry, but holds him. Holds him still. With his dick just there and still pressing against that spot but not moving anymore. Not fucking him. Not taking him higher or harder or faster of any of it. Just waiting.]
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because really, he's aiming to do the same to Ticky. if not now, then later on down the line, when their situations are reversed.
he knows it doesn't hurt him, because it's a fake eye. but even so he's not gonna be gentle in the slightest, immediately digging his thumb into the corner of his eye and then pressing in as deep as he can. ]
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