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[cardoperatedboy]

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

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[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.]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*leans over the fakes's shoulder a bit so he can see his face, and since the he hasn't struggled in a while, risks releasing the arm Riku has twisted up behind the replica's back.*

Here.

*instead, Riku grabs the replica's hand and pushes it around infront of them until, until the replica's palm brushes his own cock*

[cardoperatedboy]

[shivers hard, brows drawing down. He closes his hand around his cock a moment later, though he doesn't stroke yet]

I'm not... doing this for you...

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

Good.

*wraps his hand around the replicas and pulls both their grips up the length, and at the same time pushes his fingers in hard*

Since I'm not doing this for you either.

[cardoperatedboy]

[curls his fingers against the wall, into a fist]

Aren't you just going to fuck me? What's taking you so long? Have to work yourself up to it?

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

. . . You're right.

*lets go completely, removing his fingers too, because hay, you're not fighting anymore, and squirts a little more lube onto his hand to slick himself up*

Let's just get this over with.