[Well... if Douman's going to say so, this emphatically it might just sort of reawaken something in him? He returns to the hole with new vigor, digging in almost like he's trying to make it wider???]
[Douman grits their teeth, their horrible teeth, but makes no move to stop Fukuda from the way he pushes in. All he does is dig his fingernails into Fukuda's wrist, hissing.]
Pain feels good to you? The brain really is a complicated thing. Just a few crossed wires and you're operating in a way society won't tolerate. [Digging into another leech hole. I can't believe they are doing this out in the hallway.]
[Douman is worrying at their bottom lip - there's already signs that it was broken before by something, and now their efforts are making the wound reopen, and it start to bleed again.]
It does, yes. The immaculate feeling of...aah. A wound opening, and blood rushing out...
[Not to let Fukuda have all the fun, the priest leans in to bite, lightly, at the edge of the man's jaw.]
[When Douman leans in to do that, he might notice the hint of a hickey under the collar of Fukuda's shirt? Anyway. His reaction is frankly more of a wince, a shiver maybe.]
Mr Douman, someone might see... [The biting gave him a moment of clarity, it seems.]
[A flicker of his gaze to the hickey, and a smirk lights on his face. Hmm. Well, now.]
If you are so shy, then come. Come, now. [And with his other hand, he grasps Fukuda by the shoulder, moving backwards to the door of their own room.] Out of prying eyes.
[And as the door opens, Douman reaches forward to pull Fukuda in, and with a low growl, he moves to bite directly over that hickey on the other's neck. Why look at someone else's handiwork? Everything here is all about him.]
[They don't answer Fukuda just yet, sucking down on the already marked skin with a renewed fervor. Tugging Fukuda along to the bed, they're already moving to rip open the other's shirt.]
[They're still bleeding because of leeches! It's fine!]
[He really didn't plan for this? He didn't expect any of this to happen. He hadn't even really processed this was where things were going until Limbo is ripping his shirt open. He'd been distracted by holes.
Which is the same reason he doesn't think to point out they should tend to these wounds first, and instead just does as he's told, prying further, all over, imagining the sort of burning pain he must be causing.
Also. Turns out the neck hickey isn't the only mark on him. From the front, there's a few bite marks visible.]
Mm... They're a bit much... One hole is enough, I think. [He says even as he's distracted by them. He might be trying to just? Get his finger in there? Just one. Just once!!!]
But it's interesting, how you react to pain... It makes me wonder what you're be like with a hole... [Didn't he just say one was enough?]
[A low, needy noise comes from the back of their throat. They lick the skin, before biting on top of one of the one's already present. Clawed hands reach up, scratching down Fukuda's sides.]
[These noises really aren't helping his restraint, and neither are the claws? He wasn't going to dig deeper, but with a reaction and request like that... How could he not?]
You're reacting like you could be satisfied just by this, Mr Douman.
Quite alright. You don't think he would join, mmm? I would hope so. Ah, the indulgences, growing higher and higher...
[Douman is now greedily moving to pull open the other's belt to shove his pants down, licking over the exposed skin near his groin. They look like an animal, crazed, dark pupils swollen.]
So with you, too.... [Well, they are roommates. He supposes he shouldn't be surprised. Anyway, it's hard to maintain being distracted like this, with his pants down.
His hands shift to dig into the forest of Douman's hair. Holding a bit tighter than he thinks he should, since... well, it seems like the right thing to do.]
[They like the tight hold for sure, hissing with pleasure as the others fingers dig in.]
But of course. Would...you like to be busy, too? Mmm?
[Terrible, altogether terrible. Hyped up by the scent of blood, the blossoming of pain, and the lust of their body reaching its peak, there's no going back down from this.]
[They reach down to pull Fukuda's cock out of its confines, stroking it with quick, sharp movements.]
If you don't want me to go so hard, then dig in your finger more, mm. Don't...be...shy.
[STOP MAKING HOLES INTO THIS!!!]
[But Douman doesn't seem to care. Licking their lips, they pump slower now, but its more meaningful, drawing their hand from the base up as to the tip before rubbing over it with the hard flick of their thumb.]
[Well.... He loosens one of his hands, just so he can shift his body, resting his chest against Douman's shoulder as he finds another bite on the man's fact to pry his fingers into.]
Aaah, you're losing quite a bit of blood, Mr Douman..... [Even as his hips jerk a little at that thumb flick.]
[The desires to receive pain, and inflict pain. All at the same time. Its enough to make them let out a heady, low moan as the fingers dig into a new wound. This isn't wise, of course, but after an experience like that, after how worked up he was, how could he not find an outlet for it?]
You're good. You and your holes...perhaps I should...find a way to return the favor, nnn.
[Now they're just bestowing all their attention on the tip, rubbing around it in a slow circle before coaxing their touch down the shaft, nails tickling over sensitive skin.]
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[Their mouth opens, fangs shining. Its like sticking one's hand in the cage of a hungry beast.]
Don't. Please continue, as you like.
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How do you feel, mr Douman?
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[Douman grits their teeth, their horrible teeth, but makes no move to stop Fukuda from the way he pushes in. All he does is dig his fingernails into Fukuda's wrist, hissing.]
What...what pleasure...
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Pain feels good to you? The brain really is a complicated thing. Just a few crossed wires and you're operating in a way society won't tolerate.
[Digging into another leech hole. I can't believe they are doing this out in the hallway.]
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[Douman is worrying at their bottom lip - there's already signs that it was broken before by something, and now their efforts are making the wound reopen, and it start to bleed again.]
It does, yes. The immaculate feeling of...aah. A wound opening, and blood rushing out...
[Not to let Fukuda have all the fun, the priest leans in to bite, lightly, at the edge of the man's jaw.]
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Mr Douman, someone might see...
[The biting gave him a moment of clarity, it seems.]
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[A flicker of his gaze to the hickey, and a smirk lights on his face. Hmm. Well, now.]
If you are so shy, then come. Come, now. [And with his other hand, he grasps Fukuda by the shoulder, moving backwards to the door of their own room.] Out of prying eyes.
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Hahaha... everyone is so friendly here...
[Just lets Douman drag him into the lion's den.]
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Friendly...ahaha.
[And as the door opens, Douman reaches forward to pull Fukuda in, and with a low growl, he moves to bite directly over that hickey on the other's neck. Why look at someone else's handiwork? Everything here is all about him.]
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Ah, that place is sensitive, you know...
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[They're still bleeding because of leeches! It's fine!]
Aahhh. Touch me more.
[Terrible.]
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Which is the same reason he doesn't think to point out they should tend to these wounds first, and instead just does as he's told, prying further, all over, imagining the sort of burning pain he must be causing.
Also. Turns out the neck hickey isn't the only mark on him. From the front, there's a few bite marks visible.]
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...You like these wounds of mine? Fukuda...please.
[A kiss to Fukuda's chest, which seems so sweet a gesture compared to the bite from before. Don't worry. More terrible things will come.]
Do what you like. You don't mind it, do you? Haah. How wonderful. How magnificent, to find someone like you.
[Someone willing to such a thing as digging one's fingers in a wound. How beautifully depraved.]
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[He says even as he's distracted by them. He might be trying to just? Get his finger in there? Just one. Just once!!!]
But it's interesting, how you react to pain... It makes me wonder what you're be like with a hole...
[Didn't he just say one was enough?]
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[A low, needy noise comes from the back of their throat. They lick the skin, before biting on top of one of the one's already present. Clawed hands reach up, scratching down Fukuda's sides.]
Nnnnn! Oh, dig in deeper...
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[These noises really aren't helping his restraint, and neither are the claws? He wasn't going to dig deeper, but with a reaction and request like that... How could he not?]
You're reacting like you could be satisfied just by this, Mr Douman.
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...Attempt to put a hole in my head, and I shall gladly rip your neck out with my teeth first.
[A threat, delivered firmly, even in the midst of this growing bloodlust.]
But...but I am not one to be satisfied so easily...give me more, more..
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[What a strange thing to say!! Anyway, he starts to pull off Limbo's robe, but;]
Ah, but what if Omi comes in?
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[Douman is now greedily moving to pull open the other's belt to shove his pants down, licking over the exposed skin near his groin. They look like an animal, crazed, dark pupils swollen.]
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[Well, they are roommates. He supposes he shouldn't be surprised. Anyway, it's hard to maintain being distracted like this, with his pants down.
His hands shift to dig into the forest of Douman's hair. Holding a bit tighter than he thinks he should, since... well, it seems like the right thing to do.]
You've both been quite busy, I bet.
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But of course. Would...you like to be busy, too? Mmm?
[Terrible, altogether terrible. Hyped up by the scent of blood, the blossoming of pain, and the lust of their body reaching its peak, there's no going back down from this.]
[They reach down to pull Fukuda's cock out of its confines, stroking it with quick, sharp movements.]
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I-I-
[Digging his grip in tighter and his reedy frame buckles at the touch.]
Not so hard...
[Which is just going to egg the clown on.]
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[STOP MAKING HOLES INTO THIS!!!]
[But Douman doesn't seem to care. Licking their lips, they pump slower now, but its more meaningful, drawing their hand from the base up as to the tip before rubbing over it with the hard flick of their thumb.]
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Aaah, you're losing quite a bit of blood, Mr Douman.....
[Even as his hips jerk a little at that thumb flick.]
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[The desires to receive pain, and inflict pain. All at the same time. Its enough to make them let out a heady, low moan as the fingers dig into a new wound. This isn't wise, of course, but after an experience like that, after how worked up he was, how could he not find an outlet for it?]
You're good. You and your holes...perhaps I should...find a way to return the favor, nnn.
[Now they're just bestowing all their attention on the tip, rubbing around it in a slow circle before coaxing their touch down the shaft, nails tickling over sensitive skin.]
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