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[cardoperatedboy]

What the hell, Real Thing?! Take these handcuffs off right now! Do you wanna fight?!

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[cardoperatedboy]

Ngh!

[into the wall] Quit that already!

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*presses him into the wall and speaks into his ear*

You wanted to get rid of these, right?

[cardoperatedboy]

What makes you think I want to do this?

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

. . .

*scrapes his teeth over the replica's neck*

[cardoperatedboy]

A...ahhh...

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

That's what.

*licks over the path his teeth took, and shifts his weight to lean into the replica, so he can hold him there and still free up one hand.*

[cardoperatedboy]

It's not like I can help it!

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*let's not ask where Riku aquired lube from okay? Okay, but he's spinning the cap off and squeezing a little into his hand*

Keep telling yourself that.

[cardoperatedboy]

Y-you're everything I don't want, after all!

[Squirming]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

And that's why you follow me around, trying to take everything I have?

*doesn't really give any warning, just reaches down to the replica's ass and pushes in a couple of fingers*

[cardoperatedboy]

I don't want what you ha-- AUGH-!

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

Riiiiight.

*pulls his fingers out and pushes them back in, and after a moment bites the replica at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Surprisingly, not hard enough to draw blood.*

[cardoperatedboy]

I just... want to have...

nnngh...

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*pushes in a third finger, and moves his mouth up the replica's neck, to the base of his jaw*

[cardoperatedboy]

[w-whimpers. ._.]

J-just hurry up.

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

. . .

Did you just whimper?

[cardoperatedboy]

If you're gonna do it, real thing, just do it. Like I'd whimper over you.

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. Try not to start crying.

*but, takes out the third finger and stretches him more carefully with the first too*

[cardoperatedboy]

I said I'm fine! Just--

...I'm fine, so...

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

Good. Don't wimp out now.

*shifts the angle of his fingers to poke around for a specific spot*

[cardoperatedboy]

Who's a wimp-- ahh...!

Damn...

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

I guess that was it.

*pushes again, harder*

[cardoperatedboy]

[presses a hand against the wall]

Don't make fun of me...

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*just snorts and sets up a rhythm, stetching him with it. Not exactly gentle, but not as harsh as before*

[cardoperatedboy]

[leans his face into his hand. Despite himself, occasional noises are rising in his throat.]