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[eelusive]

Mnnngh… I know but–

[Such high praise. It’s nice, sure, but it’s so overwhelming, especially when he’s told he’s enough.

Floyd whines softly into Riddle’s shoulder before nibbling a bit at his neck out of habit.]

I just wanna have fun with you… but you should be having fun too.

[Nibble nibble. And he shifts a bit between Riddle’s legs, grinding up against him.]

You’re so cute, it’s not fair.

[chopoffyourhead]

[There's a brief shiver at the teeth on his neck.

There's a bit of a jolt when Floyd grinds up against him, breath faltering for a moment. He lets out a slow breath. At least he'd been... at least somewhat prepared for something like that to happen.

He gives a small huff.]

I prefer "handsome".

[His fingers come up, sliding the black strand between them.]

All you have to do is ask.

[eelusive]

Does it really matter?

["Handsome," "cute," "pretty." Isn't it all the same? What's the big mystery?

Anyway, with Riddle pinching his hair, Floyd sighs and carefully starts to settle the other boy back down onto his feet. Just for a moment. He doesn't plan on keeping it this way for long.]

Then can we have fun after you take your underwear off?

[chopoffyourhead]

[Rude.] It matters to me, or I wouldn't have said it. [Huffpuff.

Another small jolt as his feet touch the heated water on top of the surface, relaxing as they settle on the cool floor underneath.]

Mm... do you promise to clean the bathroom up once we're done in here?

[eelusive]

Huh!?

[Floyd blurts out but he’s quick to settle down and give Riddle a grumpy pout instead. Ok. Cool it. Maybe if he wears Riddle out really well, he’ll forget about the mess.]

Ngh… fine, fine, ok.

[After pushing his own bangs back, Floyd bats at Riddle’s two antennae and impatiently shifts side to side on his feet, looking about ready to pounce all over again.]

So is that a “yes”?

[chopoffyourhead]

[But Floyd, how is he supposed to properly appreciate your hunting skills if he's that worn out~?

He gives a smile and a peck on Floyd's lips.]

That's a yes.

[eelusive]

[… point.

Another grumble and he returns the kiss, allowing it to linger so he can take the opportunity to help undress Riddle the rest of the way without further demands for, ugh, chores.]

Up you go, bossy.

[said with as must affection as he can muster as he once again tries to hoist Riddle up into his arms and situate himself nice and comfy between his legs.]

… Are you still cold?

[chopoffyourhead]

[With much amusement, Riddle steps out of the soaked underwear, then gives a light gasp as he's hoisted up, heat coiling in his stomach.]

... some parts are a little cold, still.

[His one hand comes up to touch Floyd's face.]

You might want to turn the heat down so we'll still have hot water to wash when we're done.

[eelusive]

Yeah? Whiiiich parts?

[He knows which parts obviously. But it’s fun and silly to ask… and he’s Riddle’s fun and silly moray, right?

Seemingly placated for now, Floyd pressed his cheek more firmly into Riddle’s hand before tucking his face into his pulse point. A free hand quickly turns the faucet to a more manageable temperature before returning to Riddle’s thigh, giving it a light squeeze while he grinds up against him.

A spike of raw pleasure rockets up his spine and with a satisfied, shuddering laugh, he repeats the gesture once, twice, over and over at a steady pace.]

[chopoffyourhead]

... the parts that haven't touched the water— a-ah—

[His breath hitches as Floyd starts to move, arousal and anxiety both swirling in his stomach.

His hand comes up to run through the hair. Floyd will definitely be able to hear how much Riddle's heart has picked up.]

M-more warning, next time. [...] ..please.

[eelusive]

Oh.

[Somehow Floyd wills himself to stop and places a light kiss to Riddle’s neck and jaw in apology.]

My bad. Um… I got excited and forgot.

[A beat,]

… Can I do it now?

[chopoffyourhead]

[He lets out a slow breath.]

Give me a moment...

[He lets his own forehead fall onto Floyd's shoulder, letting out a sigh.]

... sorry... this is probably going to happen a lot.

[While his frustration at himself isn't quite as vehement as it was before... he still can't help but feel bad for making Floyd wait.]

[eelusive]

Hey.

[Floyd leans back and makes sure to look Riddle eye to eye so he knows how serious he is.]

You gotta be nice to yourself, ok? You don’t gotta apologize for tryin’ to be comfortable and doing what makes you happy.

[Sure, it’s a bit agonizing, but Floyd’s trying to learn how to be patient about this sort of thing. Sex is no joke here, after all. … Well, maybe sometimes it is, but most of the time it’s something they all have to do whether they want to or not. Making that experience more tolerable, even enjoyable, just makes sense.]

‘sides, we’re on a date right now so I gotta make sure you’re ok. Ok?

[chopoffyourhead]

[There's a blink as Floyd pulls back. It's rare for him to see this side of Floyd— usually when he's said something that's upset him.

He stares as he's lectured, a flush coming to his cheeks. His gaze softens...

And he leans forward to wrap his arms around Floyd, burying his face into his shoulder wordlessly.]

[eelusive]

[It's not the reaction he expects, as with most reactions he's been getting out of Riddle since they've started bonding in the city. He couldn't have come on too forward, could he? Riddle's been way angrier than that, probably seen way angrier than that too.

Holding onto the other boy, Floyd gives him a squeeze... to be reassuring, to simply feel him-- Maybe a bit of both.

What's he supposed to say in these situations? It's more likely he'd pick on someone for crying or cowering, maybe poke and prod to find information he has no business knowing, but that's when he doesn't care about making the situation worse. Floyd supposes he can simply ask the easiest thing.]

... You ok?

[chopoffyourhead]

[After giving him a return squeeze, Riddle nods, then pulls back just a bit so he can plant some kisses on Floyd's neck and up to his face.

He murmurs into his ear:]

More than okay. Thank you, Floyd.

Now... [He trails the kisses to edge of Floyd's mouth, and gives a seductive smile.] Let's play, shall we?

[eelusive]

[Floyd's not sure if Riddle's just saying that because he feels bad or if he's genuinely ok... though he supposes it's not like Riddle to lie. And Floyd knows lying. He has to deal with liars all the time.

So he sighs and mutters,]

Don't let go of me, 'kay?

[against Riddle's lips before starting up another round of deep, steady kisses. This time, he doesn't grind, deciding instead to let Riddle tell him one way or another if that's what he even wants. Giving him a little bit of control isn't so bad.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle squeezes him in response to that question, giving a hum before he kisses Floyd. The jagged teeth are no longer as intimidating as they used to be; Riddle finds that he even enjoys the sensations that they add to the kiss now.

Impatiently, his hips move forward to grind against Floyd. It's not nearly as effective given the limited motion he has, but the signal is clear. He wants Floyd now.]

[eelusive]

[Bossy, needy, impatient. All the things Floyd would constantly try to get out of Riddle come flowing now in a rush of heat. It’s a side of the other boy he’s used to… and yet somehow not at all. Not this way. Not this hot, this intimate.

With another swirl of tongue, he picks up the pace of the kiss, shoving deep past Riddle’s lips and groping his thighs as he does. He can’t get much friction for himself this way, but feeling Riddle’s cock desperately glide against his wet skin is enough to satisfy him in the meantime.

But how far is he allowed to go?

One of Floyd’s hands wanders and cups Riddle’s bottom but pauses before it can get too carried away.

Breathless, he asks,]

… Can I play with you here?

[chopoffyourhead]

[This time, Riddle is more prepared for what happens next, so the anxiety is considerably diminished. While there's a pleased noise into the kiss, it's quickly followed by a soft growl of frustration at Floyd not reciprocating. Seems the tides have turned...

With a hot breath, he responds:]

Yes.

[And then he goes back into the kiss, trying not to squirm too much in Floyd's grasp. He can wait it out... He's waited out worse, though his negative emotions being so much weaker does make the temptation far more unbearable.]

[eelusive]

[He’s about to ask more, but there Riddle goes, shutting him up with another impatient kiss. Floyd can’t help but giggle into it and as impatient as he is himself, he wills himself to stop, teasingly running his tongue along the plush of Riddle’s lip.]

You ever let someone else play with it before?

[With how he asks it–sultry and with yet another grope–it’s obvious he wants to know for his own satisfaction. Who, if anyone, has gotten to Riddle first?

… His heart leaps at the thought and he grinds up against him just a bit harder.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[... infuriating eel... He's definitely getting a rise out of Riddle now, and enjoying it. Some things never change.

He nips at that tongue just before it retreats in retaliation.]

What if I have?

[It's not remotely a straight answer. Floyd's teasing is certainly bringing out the smug brat in him.

His breath hitches at the grind as he forces back a moan.]

I'm not the same virgin boy I was that you met months ago.

[eelusive]

[He knows it makes sense. After a few months trapped here, there’s no way anyone can avoid messing around. And yet–

With a low growl, Floyd slips his arms along the back of Riddle’s knees, spreading his legs apart and letting his own half-hard cock press against his hole. He doesn’t push in–he isn’t that cruel (to some)–but Floyd does roll his hips forward and glide right past it, groaning and pressing his teeth to Riddle’s throat.]

Rrgh…

[His possessiveness isn’t warranted, and yet, and yet–]

I wanted to fuck you first.

[chopoffyourhead]

[There is a small, startled gasp at that, and that does bring on a strong wave of anxiety.

He lets out a harsh breath, and growls back.]

Floyd. Put me down.

[eelusive]

Hn?

[Oh for the love of--]

Mnngh... shit.

[It's not so much a curse at Riddle as it is at himself. Floyd's just pissed off that he keeps fucking up. Grumbling and whining to himself, he settles Riddle back down on his feet before scrubbing at his hair, making it stand up a bit on end. What's he doing wrong here? Riddle sounded like he wanted to do it just a second ago.

This whole "consent changes moment to moment" thing is harder than he thought.]

I wasn't gonna put it in! ... Guess I didn't tell you that though... Ugh. Fuck.

[Another frustrated hiss as he plants his hands on his hips.]

Do you really wanna do this or not? I'm all confused.