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[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.

1/2

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle takes a few moments to take some breaths, heart pounding in his chest. He isn't completely sure where the frustration is directed at first... but then it quickly becomes clear.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, his hands come up to firmly frame Floyd's face.]

Hey.

If I don't get to apologize for my anxiety, then you don't get to beat yourself up for setting it off.

I already told you, I don't need you to be perfect.

2/2

[chopoffyourhead]

[His hands drop away, then, and he shifts to wrap his arms around Floyd, pressing the top of his head against his chest.]

...I just need you to be there for me... even when I can't give you what you want.

1/2

[eelusive]

Mmmph–

[Floyd tries to puff his cheeks as Riddle holds onto them, and even with the words of reassurance he still doesn’t feel particularly good. True, Floyd can drop anything and anyone without a moment’s notice, but… this is different. He’s been poking and prodding at Riddle for years trying to get his attention, trying to get him to dance or play basketball… or even just smile.

He knows he doesn’t have to be perfect… but he still wants to be good.]

2/2

[eelusive]

[In the end, with Riddle wrapped around him and burrowed in his chest, Floyd heaves a sigh and lazily drapes himself over the smaller boy’s shoulders. His fingers weave into his hair and play with the tangled strands, his eyes focused on the wall they were only just pressed to.]

… I’m used to always getting what I want, y’know.

[he starts, shifting a bit so his larger frame blocks the downpour from overwhelming Riddle’s body.]

… And right now what I want is you. So… that’s enough.

[His tone is stubborn but softens when he adds,]

Goldfishie is enough.

[chopoffyourhead]

[He's quiet at that first part, though he might subtly tense at that statement.

But the next couple... really hit home for him.

With an uneven breath, he hugs him a little tighter, swallowing thickly...

After a few moments, he manages:]

Is it alright if we just... clean off, for now?

[eelusive]

‘kay.

[Well, it’s not how he wanted the shower to go, but if it’s too much, then it’s too much, and Floyd knows that better than most. They have other places to be anyway. There’s other fun stuff they can do.]

Mm, you go ‘head and finish up. I should probably go out and calm down.

[In other words: he needs to think about homework so his boner goes away.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[...oh.

Riddle doesn't want him to go, but... he doesn't want Floyd feeling like he's being teased, either. So he nods, holding on a couple moments longer... before he finally, reluctantly pulls back.]

Thank you, Floyd. For understanding.

[eelusive]

It’s no biggie. … I’m not gonna go far, ok?

[Floyd doesn’t want to leave either, truth be told, especially after Riddle only just told him to stay, but if he doesn’t, he’ll want to start up again and probably ruin more than just their date.

So after his own squeeze, he slips his arms away, takes a second to fix Riddle’s hair as best he can (it’s not very good, but, hey, he tried), then leaves the shower so he can head out toward his bedroom. No towel, no clothes. He’ll just drip dry and hope that shuffling through his wardrobe will prove a decent enough distraction.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle gives a nod, watching him go. Guilt still lingers in the back of his mind, as well as frustration... Damnit. Is he really too impatient with himself? Is it so bad to want to be... normal?

Ultimately, his frustration leads him to ignoring his arousal in favor of washing. He ends it off with a cold spray before taking a towel to dry himself off. With the towel resting on his head, he walks into the bedroom to put on his clothes and see how Floyd's fairing.]

[eelusive]

[Floyd is fairing as well as a Floyd can fair. Having slumped onto his back on his side of the bed he used to share with Jade, Floyd doesn’t take long at all to “calm down.” Maybe it’s the environment, the change in temperature, the quiet that comes with being alone in a room again… Whatever the reason, he’s up and about getting his outfit arranged sooner than anticipated.

By the time Riddle returns, Floyd’s dressed simply in a baggy shirt, an oversized windbreaker, and a pair of basketball shorts, because if he’s going to hop into the ocean soon, there’s no sense in wearing stuff that will be hard to take off again.

He’s smoothing out the creases on Jade’s side of the bed and propping up what looks to be a small plush of a real moray eel, it’s face contorted into a goofy, toothy smile.]

Jade, quit falling over! You’ll get dusty if you roll under the bed again.

[Seems like Floyd’s resorted to talking to a plush toy to cope. Whatever works, right?]

I’m gonna head out with Goldfishie, so don’t mess up the sheets in case he gets sleepy later, got it?

[chopoffyourhead]

[...oh.

Riddle gives a tiny, sad smile at that, silent as he puts on his clothes. At the last part, he comes over, lightly brushing his hand along Floyd's back.]

Sleepy, or... something else, perhaps.

[There's definitely a suggestive undertone there.]

Ready to go?