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[You can't kill Ticky with claw marks. Honestly, you can't even hurt him with them. He laughs while Hazama digs at his skin, voice getting low and ragged, obviously more aroused by his struggle. He slows he movement of his hips. Stops. But doesn't pull out, leaves his dick hot and uncomfortable inside the mess he's made of Haz's ass and the arms he uses to hold Haz in place are very gentle in comparison to everything else. But still not letting him pull away.

He moves his mouth over to Hazama's ear]

What if you didn't have bad memories anymore. Not because everything is good, but because it all feels that way?

[ oh good, he can breathe. he takes a second to try and will his body into obedience, testing the grip on him as though Ticky would have a sudden change of heart and pull out of him.

nope. ]

What's so great about remembering people treating you like crap?

[Pretty much as soon as Hazama relaxes, Ticky moves him up and down on his cock a few more times, glancing down with his remaining eye to watch his face.]

That's what your bad memories are?

Fuck---

[ bracing his knees on something?? the ground?? anything, really ]

Some--- can you not, Ticky--

[once again lets him pull away, smoothing his hands up Hazama's shaking thighs, then back down, looking up at him with a pleased expression.]

You're pretty sensitive.

What do you expect?

[ pushing up... a little... with his thighs, wary Ticky's gonna pull him back down. since his hands are free he's also gonna reach under him, ready to pull Ticky out as a last resort. ]

[notices that, and then instead of pulling him down, rolls them both over, pressing Hazama into the ground]

I meant about your feelings.

My feelings..?

[ i guess i'm on my back again. wonderful. ]

What do you mean?

[well on the bright side he takes his dick out of you!]

Your bad memories are people treating you bad. Not leaving you to starve. Not killing your loved ones. Not defeating you. Just... not treating you well enough?

Honestly, I couldn't really care less about that.

[ finally relaxing buhhh. sore. ]

Could do without reliving the feeling, though. It's one thing to be bullied by a girl, it's another to re-feel it. The shame, the humiliation because, well. She's not the only one that thinks it. It's nothing like getting eaten, but feeling everything is... something I can do without.

[stretches a bit once he's pulled out of Hazama, then moves forward to straddle him, sitting on his hips almost gently.]

For person like you, the things that bother you are pretty simple.

[leans back just a bit and sticks a couple of fingers into your ass

and presses on your prostate

hard]

Okay, we seem to be misunderstanding each other---

[ jerking with that, hips rising up and th-- well, Ticky-weight so they can't... go that high, but he's gonna try and jerk away from him, scowling ]

Ticky.

[yeah good luck with that, he just fingerfucks him a little harder]

Do you suppose if I keep fucking you this way you'll come all the way around and get hard again?

Why don't we try it on you, see how you like it?

[ but he's... kind of already halfway there, so.

SHOVES AT ]

Oh, you know me, I probably would.

[leans with the shove, but he's not a light guy, you're going to have to try harder than that.

In the mean time he's pistoning those fingers faster, deeper. Adding a third and letting his nails scrape along the inside.]

Fuckfuckfuck---

[ he's pushing blindly at him now, taking a while before he scrambles for the fingers fucking him with his free hand and start pulling on it ]

[Probably he could grab those hands and pin you down again, but he's really enjoying watching Hazama scramble, so he doesn't do anything.

Except reject the hands trying to pull his hand away. Reaching for his ass he only find empty space, but somehow the fingers are still there, relentless.]

[ oh my god i hate you so much

he's not really begging quite yet, but there is a desperate note to his voice when he speaks, even if it sounds more ticked off than anything.

still gonna try and push Ticky off, grab at his fingers, anything even if his efforts are pretty much useless by this point ]

Ticky--!

[begging would be nice, will you beg if I keep going.

When he's pushed at he pushes back, using his free hand to fend off limbs, not aiming to hurt him anywhere else but refusing to go anywhere, plainly enjoying the struggle. He laughs and learns forward, until they're almost close enough to kiss again.]

It's all right. Enjoy yourself, empty man.

[i wonder if I can get four fingers in here...]

[ CONSIDERING YOU WERE THE FIRST DICK HE'S TAKEN probably... it will be a stretch. a really painful stretch, but he's hard already despite having come only a little while earlier, and, cursing, he directs his attention to taking care of that instead.

by this point he has no qualms about jerking himself off, and, really, it doesn't take much effort to change his face into one that's relatively calm-- but his eyes are still glazed slightly, mouth still panting with relentless pleasure as he's fucked -- but he's not gonna beg.

he will smooch Ticky though, loud and obnoxious and probably, more mocking than anything as he takes himself in hand and starts jacking off. ]

[once again Ticky makes no effort to stop him, returning the kiss with enough genuine enthusiasm to make it clear the mocking has no impact. And when he's sure Hazama is getting close again he laughs and breaks the kiss.]

Sure you want to do that? I won't stop just because you've got off twice.

[ one day i'm going to gut you in your sleep and use your intestines to decorate your shitty room ]

Like I... said... I'm showing you how to use it...

[you're totally getting off on how mad you are aren't u]

Well, if that's what you want.

[leans up to kiss him gently on the forehead while he presses four fingers into him, curls them, almost like he's trying to pull more of his hand in, nails scraping over the prostate.

But instead of the forehead kiss he moves a bit to the side, kissing against an eyelid, then slipping his tongue forward.

And you might think he is going to lick your eye but no, it's almost like. Well. Like the eye isn't there, his tongue slips through it, pressing against the inside of the socket instead.]

[ probably

and that's enough to do him in, really, the pleasure/pain inside of him mingling blindingly well with the sensation of something licking his eye. but it's not his eye eye, no, and damn Ticky's powers.

he comes with a squeeze of his dick and a buck of his hips, forcing the fingers in as deep as they can possibly go as he comes messily against the front of Ticky's shirt. definitely not making a move to turn away, and actually stroking himself faster for it, determined to get everything out. ]

[Isn't bothered by the mess you're making of his shirt, and he's more than happy to help with his fingers, thrusting them faster, harder, matching the pace Haz has set to get himself off.

But once again he doesn't stop when it's over, fingers still rubbing against raw flesh even after the orgasm has passed, and Ticky's withdrawn his tongue, instead just pressing lips to the bridge of his nose and making quiet, comforting noises, while not letting up on him a bit.]

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