mouth on fire.

[menace.livejournal.com]

[just nonchalantly polishing his gun and shoving bullets into the barrel. don't mind him.]

{ooc; 18+.. ish.}

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[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Want m--

[and suddenly his face is stark red.]

F-fuck you...

[menace.livejournal.com]

[and he's laughing, deep and melodious.]

Well isn't that attractive.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[can't help but shiver at his voice, really not liking the looming feeling of someone taller behind him.]

Shut up.

[menace.livejournal.com]

You'd like that too much.

[runs the muzzle of the gun up Riku's spine, smirking down at him.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

You're a b--

[sh-shudders, shoulders pulling back.]

A-aah...

[menace.livejournal.com]

[just strokes him with it, that satanic laugh returning, just as warm and yet uninviting as ever.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[fjksl slf. he eventually elbows him, grabbing the gun and panting, face all red.]

St... stop that.

[menace.livejournal.com]

[grabs for the elbow sailing back at him, sidestepping just a bit to avoid it hitting his side. his gun is grabbed though, and he's not a happy camper, twisting it from Riku's grasp and pocketing it.]

Why? Your body is reacting in a strange way I've yet to have seen before. I want to explore it.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[oh god. stares at him for a while before sighing, shaking his head.]

It's just a sensitive spot. Leave it alone.

[menace.livejournal.com]

[just disregards his command, sliding his middle and index fingers right up his shirt and along each and every ridge, rubbing slow circles between his shoulders.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[he's tensed all over, but his shoulders come up and he's gritting his teeth, a muffled moan coming from his throat.]

[menace.livejournal.com]

[leans down enough to stay behind Riku, but ghost his lips along the shell of his ear, his voice just above a whisper.]

Close your eyes. Pretend I'm who you wish I was.

[strokes up and down his spine once or twice before he settles back between his shoulders again, kneading that point.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[there's a hard huff and he shakes his head, grabbing his shoulders hard.]

Get. Off. N--

[he chokes on a moan, nails digging into his shoulders.]

[menace.livejournal.com]

[w-well shit, if that doesn't go straight to his groin. that's not the point though-- this is all about Riku, and making Riku feel good, so he'll try another option, which involves ducking his head beside Riku's again to let him hear his labored breathing, something soft and just short of a deep moan rumbling in his throat.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[that shouldn't make him feel like continuing, it really shouldn't, and he's trying to release him without a word. his hands won't move, his feet won't shift and his mouth is a slave to the groans and gasps that's forced through his throat.]

[menace.livejournal.com]

[murmurs his name almost breathlessly, stepping closer and making the massages to Riku's spine all the more urgent.]

Will this make you come?

[he mutters in question, curiosity tearing through again. he's almost begging him without truly begging-- it's evident in his tone that he does indeed want Riku to orgasm simply from just these whispers and touches.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[the way his spine arches back and his eyes are closed tightly, fingers balled into tight fists, maybe he will. he doesn't answer, gasping raggedly and trying to muffle it by--well, what else--shoving his face into his shoulder and almost biting.]