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[Ugh, why does he have to be ticklish? Floyd can’t help but laugh a bit once Riddle’s hand sneaks under his shirt, teasing the skin and brushing over one of those sensitive nubs. Was that… an accident? Couldn’t be… He keeps circling around it…

Choking on his own air, Floyd almost unlatches his fingers from the blankets, wanting to grab onto Riddle’s hair or shirt or whatever else he can reach first. But he hesitates and roughly–stubbornly–shoves both hands beneath him.]

Mngh…

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[He's definitely getting worked up. And Riddle can tell he's trying very, very hard not to mess this up...

He nips lightly at his jawline, then whispers into his ear.]

I won't get upset. Touch me, Floyd.

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Ugh…

[he groans, a mixture of frustrated and exasperated and relieved once Riddle gives him the ok. Good. He has permission! But where…?

Where!?

Cheeks puffed, he slips his hands out but doesn’t rest them on Riddle’s body just yet.]

Where?

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[...ah... Riddle would say "anywhere's alright", but he knows too sudden a movement might still get to him. So...]

...anywhere except my cock and balls.

[He's flushed red from saying that, and quickly going back to Floyd's neck, this time outright sucking on it.]

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[Well… if he says so, then it must be ok. It takes a lot of willpower not to giggle at the dirty words, not because he hasn’t heard or said them before, but because they still feel so foreign coming from Riddle, out of all people. That alone is enough to send a pulse of heat right to his core.

Floyd clenches and unclenches his fists as he contemplates the best place to touch and ultimately while Riddle suckles on his neck he settles for what he did before, palms reaching around to rest on the small of his back then carefully smoothing lower toward his bottom.

There’s no gripping this time, no, but Floyd’s hold is firm nonetheless, palming Riddle over his pants while he finds just enough confidence to turn and nip at the shell of his ear.]

So cute…

[he mutters without thinking.]

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[And even with permission granted, Floyd's still being careful with him.

Damn... he knew Floyd cared about his happiness, but it's moments like these that really hit him. Wild, impulsive Floyd, being so cautious because he knows that's what Riddle likes.

There's a slight shiver at the nip, and he nips his neck back, pulling away from Floyd...]

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[But not because he did anything wrong.

His hand comes down to palm Floyd through his pants.]

So... ready for your reward?

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[Oh fuck, oh damn, he’s pulling away and he’s gonna yell, he’s gonna yell–!

Floyd braces himself… but all he’s met with is anything and everything that isn’t rejection.

He’s so dumbfounded he almost blurts out an eager “yeah,” but somehow manages to bite his tongue and instead offer Riddle a silent yet very firm nod.

Please. What is it. Can he have it.]

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[Adorable...

Riddle gives a little chuckle.]

Very well.

[He starts undoing Floyd's pants.]

For being an incredible hunter...

[He pulls it down, and then goes for his underwear next.]

And so wonderfully thoughtful of me...

[He pulls it down, exposing Floyd as he lowers himself, maintaining eye contact with Floyd.]

This is my reward to you, my Moray.

[And with a hand supporting Floyd from the base, he licks the head before enveloping it in his mouth.]

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[Oh. He sees where this is going. It isn’t the first time Floyd’s had someone’s mouth on him and it certainly won’t be the last, but something about this time is particularly exciting.

It’s to be expected. Everything else he’s been doing with Riddle today has been incredibly, impossibly exciting, so much so Floyd’s lost count of the number of times he’s had to bite the inside of his cheek as a distraction from outright pouncing on the other boy.

So when he tugs at his clothes and exposes him, it’s not much of a surprise that Floyd’s already rock hard, springing out of his underwear and nearly slapping Riddle in the face.]

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[And he’s calling him that again?

Wait– There’s barely any time to process this, hold on–]

Ah– Fuck, Goldfishie–!

[With a gasp, Floyd sits up a bit, but before he can reach out or give a more coherent warning, he shudders, tenses–]

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Ngh!

[It takes so little effort. Riddle’s only just secured his mouth around the tip by the time Floyd cums, the same hot and thick liquid coating his tongue or making a mess out of who-even-knows-what…

He tastes iron in the back of his throat, red hot and bitter the longer his orgasm carries out, and even once it settles, Floyd doesn’t fully comprehend his own skin between his teeth, the side of his palm throbbing as he instinctively bites down on something, anything… that isn’t Riddle.]

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[—?!

Fortunately(?) Floyd's coming happens so abruptly and is so unexpected that manages to swallow it down on reflex, pulling back to cough a bit more out of surprise than anything.

He stares at Floyd for a moment...]

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[Before the hand in his mouth dawns on him, and his attention is quickly grabbed by that.]

Floyd, your hand!

[He moves forward quickly, one hand grabbing the wrist while the other tries to coax Floyd's jaw to slacken and let go.]

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[It isn’t nearly as strong as one of his usual climaxes, but it still leaves Floyd feeling delirious and winded. Biting his own hand doesn’t help much… and there’s a lot that went into that bite, to be sure.

Eyes half lidded, Floyd doesn’t let go for several beats, mostly because he can’t trust himself not to snap at Riddle’s hand in exchange. He’s so pent up. So angry and frustrated and excited and needy… so damn needy…

Finally, Floyd feels his heartbeat calm down just enough to justify letting go, jaw unhinging and lips tinged with red. A quick wipe with the back of his hand and he shakes his head, all the while not maintaining eye contact with Riddle.]

It’s fine. I’m just dumb. … I did it too fast.

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[Riddle has no choice but to wait until the hand is released. When it is, he brings it closer to look at the damage.]

It's not fine... and you're not dumb.

[Is the hand okay? How deep did he bite? Maybe Azul better heal it later on just in case...]

I'm getting the first aid.

[Gently returning the hand to Floyd, he gets up and quickly moves to the bathroom to go find the kit.]

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Goldfishie! It’s not a big deal!

[He sits up, but Riddle’s already on the move. Grumbling, Floyd glares down at his hand, glares over at his nightstand where he keeps his pen… and ultimately opts to perform a quick healing spell on himself without it. It’s just a bite. It’s not even bleeding that much.

He’ll be fine.

Whenever Riddle returns, Floyd’s hand is patched up and he flexes his fingers at him to prove it.]

See? It’s fine. Forget it already, ok?

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[Riddle gives a blink, holding the kit in his hands as he looks at the hand. He gives a frown; he supposes... something like that wouldn't exactly be a big deal for a merman.

So he sets the kit on the nightstand, taking a seat next to Floyd.]

Are you alright?

[Not because he came so fast, but because of the way he acted after.]

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It’s fine. I don’t care ‘bout that.

[His healing is hasty and not the cleanest, but he’s healed nonetheless. When Riddle sits next to him, Floyd makes a grab for both of his hands.]

I know I fucked up again, but I can do it over. Promise!

[Oh. He probably said this backwards. Floyd squeezes Riddle’s hands before muttering,]

… Sorry, ok? I’m sorry.

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[There's a blink as his hands are suddenly grabbed, and he stares at Floyd for a few seconds...]

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[And then his gaze softens, and he leans forward and up, pressing a kiss to Floyd's lips. He holds it for a moment before pulling back.]

Silly man... You haven't done anything to apologize for.

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[Just as all the other times, Riddle’s kiss provides good reassurance and even seems to rekindle Floyd’s interest. But to say he doesn’t have anything to apologize for– Defiant, he leans forward a bit as he speaks.]

Yeah I do! I keep messing up! All I ever do is mess up!

[Floyd knows he has to stumble to be good at anything–having picked up hundreds of hobbies and tricks and fixations over the years, of course he knows that. But he doesn’t usually stumble this badly, this many times.]

I mean… You planned this, didn’t you? I just wasn’t paying enough attention before and got carried away, so– I wanna try again.

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[Oh. That's a rather vehement objection...]

... I did spring it on you without any warning.

[So Riddle feels like it wasn't that unusual for Floyd to get excited, considering anything else.]

Of course we can try it again. [A small smile.] It wouldn't be much of a reward if it only lasted for a second, would it?

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[Floyd pouts, because there Riddle goes again trying to justify it. He kinda did give him warning. He was moving down there and everything! How could he not be going in for a blowjob?

At least he lightens up on the squeeze and after rubbing his thumbs over Riddle’s hands, Floyd, determined, takes both sides of his face so he can press his own lingering kiss to his lips. Stupid body. He’ll get excited again even if it hurts.]

Hmph! Yeah. I wanna make it count. So–

[And down he goes, scooting back onto the bed and assuming his exact same position as before. … Maybe his legs are spread wider than they should be, sure, but he’s just very determined, ok?]

–gimme that reward again.

[Uh… maybe he should be nicer about it.]

… Please!

[chopoffyourhead]

[Floyd... Please, you're going to make him laugh. A little amused smile dances on his lips, but he doesn't allow the giggles to sneak out. He doesn't want Floyd thinking he's laughing at him...

He quickly lets his expression become more flirtatious again as he crawls over.]

Bossy, bossy.

But since you asked so nicely...

[He'll come down, hand once again taking the base of Floyd's cock as he allows his mouth to envelop the head.]