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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]

Make me.

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

. . .

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

[cardoperatedboy]

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

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

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

[cardoperatedboy]

[stumbles against his chest.]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

. . . Heh.

*Grabs the Replica's wrist where they are chained together, and pushes against his opposite shoulder, turning the replica around and at the same time twisting his arm around behind his back*

[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...