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[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle blinks softly as he's eased down, pliant in Floyd's arms.

There's a flush on his face again as he watches Floyd test the name out. The way he says it the last time has his heart skipping a beat.

He gives a smile, hand coming up to caress Floyd's face.]

...yeah. But... only in the bedroom.

[He prefers it that way. Hearing it said sensually, quietly, lovingly like a prayer. Only occasionally, so that that it didn't become lackluster with use.]

Everywhere else...

[He leans up to briefly press and hold a kiss to Floyd's mouth before settling back down again.]

I'm still your Goldfishie.

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[Only in the bedroom, huh. Does that count for times they aren’t fooling around? Who knows? Maybe there will be days they play board games or basketball in here!

That being said… he likes that idea. He likes it far more than sticking to one name all the time. There’s something secretive and exclusive about it that tickles his heartstrings. It might not tickle them as much as Riddle’s kisses… but it comes very close. Very, very close.]

Hmhm~ Yeah. If I’m your Moray then you’re my Goldfishie. That’s only fair, right?

[He returns more kisses, slow but deep, and at some point slips a hand down to rest against Riddle’s hip.]

Didja get excited when I said it?

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Mmm.

[He kisses him back, relaxed and pliant. When Floyd pulls back, his face is still flushed.]

... yeah. I did.

[. . .]

Don't you want me to finish giving you your reward?

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[As nice as it is seeing Riddle from the bottom, Floyd really, really can’t get enough of the view from up top.]

Yeah. But you oughta get a reward too.

[Kissing at Riddle’s neck, Floyd slips his hand around to rest at the small of Riddle’s back and coaxes him to arch up against his body.]

D’you wanna grind together like we did the first time? Orrr I got lube I can use on my fingers.

[Just tossing options… all of which make his aching cock throb.]

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...huh?

[That catches him off guard, and he easily presses up against Floyd.]

Wait, what did I do to deserve a reward?

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Hmmn… For doin’ new things?

[Floyd mostly offered because he wanted to, but in hindsight, Riddle’s been hanging in tough despite his hang ups and Floyd’s fuck ups.]

For going on a date with me and being super fun?

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[Riddle purses his lips slightly, brow furrowing. He pulls back a bit to bring his hands up to frame Floyd's face.]

Those aren't things I want to be rewarded for.

[He swipes a thumb over Floyd's cheek.]

Because doing them with you is the reward.

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[Floyd’s accustomed to a reward system. Give and take, take and give. Usually people deny Floyd’s offers on the basis of suspicion, because who would ever want to be indebted to Floyd Leech?

While nuzzling into Riddle’s hand,]

You sure you’re not just sayin’ that ‘cause I’m an Octavinelle?

[He turns his head and presses his lips to Riddle’s palm, even nips a bit at his wrist.]

I’m not gonna ask you to reward me back, y’know.

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[A soft scoff at that.]

You should know by now there are no double meanings to my words.

[Riddle may get impulsive, may get angry and even nervous at times, but he always seeks to tell the truth.]

Besides, rewards are the fruit of hard work. Going on a date with you and doing new things isn't "work".

[Not in Riddle's eyes. Definitely not as a whole... But...]

If you really want to reward me, I suppose... it could be for things like... apologizing when I know I've done something that upset you. Or... being open about my insecurities and worries. Things of that nature.

[Those things are undoubtedly hard. It's what Floyd deserves, but... Riddle can't say a little reward wouldn't help smooth over the stressful emotions. Especially if rewarding Riddle also brings Floyd joy.]

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Mn, I guess you’re right.

[Maybe he just thought hanging out with him was more effort for Riddle than genuine entertainment. But Riddle’s not a liar. He doesn’t have reason to pull the kelp over his eyes.

With a wriggle of his hips, Floyd tries to situate himself more comfortably between Riddle’s legs, not necessarily because he’s seeking friction, but because he wants to be as close to him as possible.]

I can reward you for all that. I don’t mind.

[Maybe if he poses and more open ended question…]

What d’you want me to give you?

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[Riddle idly toys with his black bangs. The question has him giving a blink, then looking at him.]

... erm... I'm.. not sure?

[He looks a bit embarrassed.]

I guess... acknowledgment? Kisses?

[He looks like he's about to say something more, but ultimately decides against it.]

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Acknowledgement?

[Huh. Isn’t the act of giving a reward already acknowledgment of work well-done? He’s about to give kisses in the meantime, but–]

You were gonna say something.

[He pokes Riddle’s cheek. Poke, poke. Say it, say it.]

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[A small noise of protest comes out of his throat.

Falteringly, he mumbles, looking away from Floyd:]

P..praise... I guess?

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[Floyd might not have super hearing, but he can still hear better than the average human, so those itty bitty words won't be escaping him.

Another cheek poke follows.]

Is that all~?

[He makes it sound so silly. Floyd loves praise! He gets it all the time! And if he's not getting it, he's demanding it, sometimes even giving it.]

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[He nips at the offending finger.]

Ugh. I know it's probably not a big deal for you— you're probably used to getting showered in praise...

[Floyd was just so ridiculously happy, usually, and it gives him a twinge of envy.]

That's all I can think of... [He looks away.] But you know some of the things I like by now, so... Whatever inspires you, I suppose.

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Mn, not as much these days since Jade left.

[He isn’t sad when he says it. He’s just pointing it out because it’s true.

Anyway, Floyd finally ceases his poking and presses his hands on the bed at either side of Riddle’s face. It’s not that he’s never given praise before. It’s just not his preferred style of fooling around. For Floyd, he‘s far more satisfied when he takes and others give.

But they’re trying new things–lots of new things–and Floyd wonders if he’ll come to like it more if he just… practices. Because ultimately he does want Riddle to feel good. He wants him to unwind and stop worrying over every little thing. The Riddle that squirmed and cried the first time they got each other off… Floyd wants to see that more than anything.]

Well… I can’t say nice things about you while we’re kissing. And you can’t get messy with your clothes still on. Unless you wanna~

[Floyd situates himself on his knees and with Riddle’s legs spread out he hooks his fingers in his waistband to try shimmying his pants off.]

I do got an idea though~

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I meant more over your entire life.

[Jade praised him that much, did he? Hm... he wonders what it's like to have a sibling like that. Maybe his days at home would've felt less lonely.

He allows for Floyd to get his pants off, lifting his hips to help the process.]

What is it?

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Theeeen, I guess I have.

[But he doesn’t want to boast about it… which is strange considering it’s not something he’d be afraid to do any other time.

With Riddle’s pants slipped off and tossed to the side–sorry, Riddle, they’re definitely hanging off the edge of the bed now–Floyd rests his hands on the other boy’s thighs and just barely slips a fingertip into the elastic of his underwear next.]

It’s gonna involve taking these off too. That ok~?

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[...sigh. Floyd's always the animal.

Riddle's fingers twitch as he looks at the discarded pants. Those are his nice pants, and they're getting all wrinkled.]

...yeah...

[Though it's clear he's distracted as he reaches over for them...]

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[Thinking Riddle’s grabbing for his hand, Floyd intertwines their fingers and gives them a good squeeze.]

Aw, you wanna hold my hand? Are you nervous?

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—huh?

[Why is his hand being intercepted??? Floyd...]

I'm not nervous...

[Well, he might be a little bit, still, but!!]

At least let me fold my pants before we get started.

1/2

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Hm? How come?

[He’s just too used to throwing his clothes off during all his sexual escapades–or keeping most of them on and getting them wrinkly and/or messy in the process–but, hey, he’s lived with Jade all his life and he’s just as meticulous with his things too… so Floyd releases Riddle’s hand and sits back to let him fold in peace.

In the meantime, he stares down at his lap, sees how hard and unattended he still is–]

2/2

[eelusive]

[–and wraps his fingers around the base, moving them up and down with just enough pressure to keep himself occupied and not, you know… aching.]

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Because they're my nice pants—

[He explains as he sits up and reaches over to fold them.]

—and there's no point in getting them needlessly wrinkly and having to get them dry cleaned.

[Especially when you're a sub, which makes using any local service a hundred times more tedious.

Once they're folded and put to the side, he looks to Floyd, and...]

2/2

[chopoffyourhead]

[... somehow, he doesn't anticipate Floyd to be just jacking it when he turns around.

A startled squeal escapes from him, and he's juuuust close enough to the edge of the bed that he might be taking a tumble.

Hopefully Floyd's reflexes are good.]