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[intercalaryninja]

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[speedweed]

[Uncool or stupid? As if he could be any of those things while Speedwagon is the cheesiest man in existence. At worst he'd tease him about it, but would that really be any different than normal?

He really shouldn't enjoy hearing every noise from him, but he can't deny such a thing when it easily pushes him forward into wanting more of it. Nuzzling and lightly brushes of his lips against his skin is all well and good, but oh, that tease and taunt combo?

That earns him an actual bark of a laugh and shifting to look at him properly instead of being nuzzled into his neck, a shit-eating grin already on his face.]

Now now, darling, just what do you think you're going to do about it if I draw things out? [He won't, there's only so much he and his poor hard dick can take, but he can't help but meet him on this front.] Since it sure does seem like I'm in control here? [Just to be an ass he's wiggling a second finger in and slowly and teasingly spreading those fingers.]

[intercalaryninja]

[He doesn't have to be the dumbest or the least cool. He just doesn't want to look uncool or stupid at all. It's different to Tsukikage - he tries to curate an image of coolness.

Tsukikage gives a needy whine and bucks back against Speedwagon. His nails dig into the man's flesh lightly, and Tsukikage bites his lower lip.]

Leave, most likely. I do not like being made a fool of. [He's perfectly capable of doing that himself. But he still shivers as Speedwagon moves his fingers.] Mghk! Tease!

[speedweed]

[It will never not amuse him that he thinks he has to be that around him, but he'll let him have it for now. For now.

The nails digging into him gets a light laugh in response, though he's quite pleased that he's getting this much out of him.]

Oh come now, do you really think I would be that rude to leave you like this? [Or that he'd do that to himself? Absolutely not on both cases.]

I promise you that I'm just making sure I won't end up hurting you by accident somehow. [He's been there and done that before on both sides, he's not keen on doing either one again.]

But if you think you're more than ready, I can stop tormenting you so, just say the word~

[intercalaryninja]

[He holds himself to a certain image. He doesn't expect Speedwagon to meet that standard but he likes to think he makes it!]

I do not know. It is not like I have had sex with you before. [Tsukikage's words are short, clipped, and getting dangerously close to the edge. He curls tighter against Speedwagon and writhes under his touch.]

I am ready. [He knows his limits, after all.] Please~ help me~

[speedweed]

Mm, I suppose that is true~ [He's just the absolute worst, but he can tell by his words, tone, and the writhing that he's probably pushing him just a little too far.

Which is precisely why he stops his games for the time being, slowly pulling his fingers back, and humming briefly to himself as he reaches for the bottle again to quickly coat his cock with a soft hiss of breath. Maybe he was torturing himself just as much as teasing him.]

No need to tell me twice, dearest. [And as cheesy as ever. He reaches for his hips, gently shifting him so this is a little easier on the both of them before finding a good angle and making certainly to go slowly, he knows well enough that while he's certainly done enough preparing and that Tsukikage knows his own body that a dick is certainly different than fingers. And by god is he biting his lip to muffle a low moan once he finally gets at least he head in, claws digging into the flesh of his hips.]

[intercalaryninja]

[Honestly, he could put up with more but he wants it now. And that's what's important. Tsukikage moans quietly, momentarily missing his fingers.]

Dearest... [It's shocking that the name makes him blush. But Tsukikage has no time to laugh about his own bashfulness because finally he's in. Tsukikage gasps as he feels the man's fingers and he curls his legs around Speedwagon.]

Mghk... That is... a good first impression.