cardoperatedboy | (no subject)

Mm--

MMPH!!

[t-totally caught off guard, stumbling back under Riku's weight]

*GOOD. DO THAT. So now he can turn it about and wall the replica. Also, surpraize tongue*

[one hand grabs onto the back of Riku's shirt to try to haul him off and sort of fists there, tugging, mouth open in shock as Riku's tongue invades]

*grabs at the replica's hair again, forcing him to hit his head against the wall a little and ignores any attempts to be pulled away*

[u-uhoh, those bubbles over my head mean I'm stunned]

*pulls back and looks at him, then very deliberately leans forward and bites his lip until it bleeds. The puts his free hand on the replicas neck and drags it slowly down to his chest, tendrils of darkness leaking out of the fingers*

[makes a noise of pain, jerking his head away once Riku lets go, breathing hard and clearly aroused. His hand clenches in the shirt at Riku's back and he tugs again, lifting their joined wrists as well to try to get a hand on Riku to shove him off]

*looks up as the replica tries to pull him away and catches the wrist joined to his, shoving it up on the wall next to the replica's head*

So now you're worried?

What the hell are you doing?! Let go of me!

Let me think about that for a minute.

*and that hand that was leaking darkness? runs down the replica's chest until it's high on his stomach. Riku spreads his fingers and pushes out a wave of darkness onto the replica which peels away the rubber suit as it washes over his body*

Wh-what the hell?!

[struggling now, trying to shove at him or kick]

This isn't like you! Quit it!

*o no, no chances for you to get the upper hand back. Pushes past the replica's shoves until he's close enough that the replica can't build up any inertia for a good punch of kick. Also tries to catch that flailing hand before he gets a black eye*

It's not, and I'm still not interested. But if we have to do this to get these things off, then it's going to be my way.

Just who decided -- Nngh! [a shiver running through him as Riku presses close] Th- The real thing is kind of perverted, huh-?

Didn't I just tell you?

*pushes a little harder on the wrists*

I'm not interested.

*now shut up while I kiss you*

N--nngh!

[a moment of numb shock into the kiss, his mouth going slack, fingers curling against his own palms.]

*kisses him anyway, hard and either determined or desperate, because it's not like he didn't just go through this several times in succession*

[K-kisses back. ._.]

*relaxes, ever so marginally, when the replica kisses back. Pulls away after a moment, breathing harder*

[looks up at him, at a loss. Licks blood from his own lower lip, then starts struggling again.]

*pushs him to the wall more firmly against the struggles*

Cut it out.

And... turn around.

Make me.

. . .

*takes a step back and pulls the replica off the wall, jerking at the handcuffs*

[Takes a stumbling step, glaring, and tries to grab Riku by the front of his shirt]

*quickly steps back, out of his reach, pulling the replica forward again*

[stumbles against his chest.]