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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]

[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.

[cardoperatedboy]

[stroking himself, though the chain's jerking his hand back a bit, away from his cock]

Y-yeah. I can take whatever you do.

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

We'll see.

*puts it in*

[cardoperatedboy]

NGH

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*is not impressed, so does it again*

[cardoperatedboy]

I-I-I-Is that the best you can do?

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

Hah...

*starting to breathe a little hard, and brings his hands down to grab the replica's hips*

You would want it harder.

*so hay, does it harder*

[cardoperatedboy]

[cries out, fingers digging against the wall, forehead pressed between his hands and breath coming in a shaking gulp.]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*waits a minute, then licks his lips and pulls out slowly. Doesn't push back in quite as hard, but doesn't wait again either. It's a little eratic at first, but Riku sets up a slow and building pace. He reaches up with his unshackled hand to the replica's hair and pulls it to the side, so he can see the replica's face*

[cardoperatedboy]

[turns his face to the side and looks back at Riku, eyes a little wide and definitely glazed, mouth slightly open, cheeks flushed]

Real... thing...