[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?
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.
[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.]
[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.]
[ 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.
[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.]
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.]
[ yeah he really hadn't expected that to work to be quite honest ]
Stop-- [ it's breathless, fingers reaching for him again to claw/pull/tear, anything he can do to get Ticky out of him. it's too much, he can't even breathe let alone think, and if things kept up for that much longer -- ]
[How does it feel when people laugh at your pain, Hazama? Even if it's blurring a bit with pleasure. Ticky lets out a heated moan at... something. Is it the tears in his skin or just the note in Hazama's voice? But he doesn't stop, instead spreading his free hand across the back of the other's head, then burying fingers in his hair, jerking his head back to Ticky can watch his face while he only fucks him harder, makes him feel more. Not caring at all whether the sensation is good or bad.]
[ he's not even sure what he's saying - certainly not begging, no, never that, but he's getting damn close to it. he digs his nails into him, arching and bucking and clawing and finally just ]
[Hmm... he's a bit surprised, not that Ticky really knew what he was looking for, more than Hazama's tormented face, anyway. But that give him pause, the fingers stop.
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I meant about your feelings.
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[ i guess i'm on my back again. wonderful. ]
What do you mean?
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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?
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[ 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.
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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]
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[ 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.
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Do you suppose if I keep fucking you this way you'll come all the way around and get hard again?
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[ but he's... kind of already halfway there, so.
SHOVES AT ]
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[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.]
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[ 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 ]
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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.]
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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--!
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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...]
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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. ]
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Sure you want to do that? I won't stop just because you've got off twice.
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Like I... said... I'm showing you how to use it...
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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.]
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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. ]
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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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Stop-- [ it's breathless, fingers reaching for him again to claw/pull/tear, anything he can do to get Ticky out of him. it's too much, he can't even breathe let alone think, and if things kept up for that much longer -- ]
Stopstopstop!!
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[ he's not even sure what he's saying - certainly not begging, no, never that, but he's getting damn close to it. he digs his nails into him, arching and bucking and clawing and finally just ]
Just fuck me!
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He smiles.]
Is that what you want?
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Take them out, goddamn..
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