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good
a lots up

[and another 2 second later text]

got my hands full w something if u want 2 help ;)

[ ~~oh I BET a lots up~~ Ghoul's pretty much intrigued, good job Matt. ]

oh yeah?
and whats that then
what kinda help is that huh ;o

[ wow using emoticons is weird but he'll do it for Matt ]

idk might be hard might need ur help all night
u up 4 it
need ur full attn

aw baby when am i not
i can do hard, love, dont worry about that

where dyou need me

fast 2 i hope bc idk how long i can w8
need u here now need u all over
come on u kno where 2 get me

gimme five babe
be there soon
wanna tell me what you need while i come to you huh
whatcha need

not here in a minute im starting w/o u not w8n 4ever
need ur teeth
need u 2 tear my throat out
bleed me dry

[ Ghoul's not QUITE expecting what he gets, but it makes him grin. He can roll with it, and he does, with gusto. ]

dont you dare
you start w/o me and youre gonna get punished

[ And then about two seconds later. ]

gonna make you come with my teeth in your neck
hold you down by your hips drain you dry in all sorts of ways

[ Hey, he's getting a kick out of this at least. ]

[don't roll with it, don't encourage him]

how sry am i going 2 b huh
u going 2 make me regret it
come on make me sry

[yeah guess who's sending a picture proving that he's totally started now]

told u 2 hurry
2 busy teasing
tsk tsk

[ oh my god Matt Miller is going to drive Fun Ghoul nuts, let it be known. ]

fuck
gonna be real sorry just u wait

[ And that's about all he gets to text, because he's at Matt's place and he's not affected by this weird horny virus going around - or at least, he isn't yet - but he's sure as hell feeling eager to get into Matt's pants. Knock knock. ]

[That means Matt wins. Don't let Matt win]

already told u
cant w8

[There's a sharp laugh when Ghoul knocks and then Matt cracks the door open - Just enough to make sure it's who he hopes it is.

Once he's certain, he's grabbing Ghoul roughly by the collar and pulling him inside with a shower of hungry kisses to his throat and jaw]

[ TOO LATE and now Matt's ego will be out of control but it's not like Ghoul cares. He gets dragged in, and he's laughing too, letting out little giggles between his sighs at the attention. Ghoul closes the door behind him and leans up against it, lets Matt push him if he wants, hands already hooking into Matt's pants. ]

So fuckin' eager, ain't you. [ Ghoul hums, amused, tilting his head back to let Matt get at his neck. He's being careful - he doesn't know how far he can go - because he knows his limits, he knows how rough he's willing to get, but he's still working out the kinks with Matt. Accidentally setting him off is the last thing he wants to do.

But he's decently sure flipping them, pushing Matt up against the door and getting his leg between Matt's knees, his lips on Matt's neck and trailing up, teasing bites that aren't nearly hard enough - he's pretty sure that'll be okay. ]

[The moment Ghoul's head tilts back, Matt's teeth are at his throat and he's growling against the flesh. Doesn't think before biting and sucking and leaving marks. Doesn't care. Too lost in... Whatever has him so over the edge right now that it wasn't funny. He wasn't kidding when he said he couldn't wait.] Told you. [He groans as he's flipped, at the pressure between his legs, at the bites, and it kicks him into overdrive] Harder - Harder, thought you were going to punish me? [He's getting pushy, fingers slipping up the back of Ghoul's shirt, nails digging into his shoulders, and hips grinding against him.] Come on, make me sorry.

[ Ghoul's actually laughing, little gasping noises that he can't help as Matt pushes at him, trying to get him going. There's nothing quite so good as knowing someone wants you like this, for Ghoul. Literally can't wait. Ghoul takes it as permission to bite, shoving Matt firmly against the door and pinning him. What he wants to do is get Matt's hands above his head - so he does, pushes them up and holds them in place with one of his own hands, against the door.

If Matt doesn't like it, he knows Matt will tell him. Ghoul trusts that, at least. ] Stay still. [ Ghoul orders, breathlessly, hot all over, pressed close to Matt, mouthing at his neck, nipping sharply.

A beat, and he continues, quietly, up against Matt's ear: ] Y'want me t'drain you dry? Make you bleed, huh, was that what you wanted? Bet that's what you wanted. Got that biting kink. [ Here goes nothing. ] Not very appropriate for someone from the Cyprian Order, is it?

[When he's pushed and pinned he goes a little weak, a little wobbly. Slips down, just a little, swooning under the sensation. It takes him a second, just a second to catch himself and get his footing. The bites have him flushed already and he writhes against Ghoul's hold, testing. Not struggling in earnest, but pushing and seeing just how rough he was willing to be. How far he was going to go. Every touch and bite Ghoul gives him is returned, sprung back in the form of bucking hips and breathy moans.

He's not following that order to stay still. Not unless Ghoul makes him. He curses under his breath, defiant. Coaxing him on, trying to get him to bite him, telling him how much he wants to see red on his teeth, wants him to suck him dry - Until he hears it.

Ghoul says it and even in his fervor Matt comes screeching to a halt, equal parts stunned and impressed] Wh-Huh - Where did you... [His hips slow against him, but they don't stop grinding. Still hungry, but curious now, too]

[ Ghoul's very, very carefully aware of the way Matt moves, paying attention to what he does. Any sort of fright and he's going to let go immediately - but Matt seems to be pushing for it, and Ghoul wants to. He does try at first, does try to make Matt still, holding his wrists a little more firmly, grinding his hips roughly against Matt's - not much relief, there, but it's good anyway.

Of course, his venture could backfire here, but he's grinning, almost sheepishly if you tilted your head. ] I got my ways. [ Ghoul murmurs against Matt's ear, nipping at his earlobe sharply. ] Got my sources.

My outfit ain't as cool, but I'd sure s'hell be your Nyte Blayde if y'wanted me to. [ And to emphasize that, he pushes Matt back up against the door a little roughly, biting at Matt's bottom lip. ]

[Sources - Jesus, Matt was going to have words for him and Pierce later. Right now he doesn't care, just pins it up in some dark corner of his mind somewhere to get to some other time.

He doesn't give up his playful fight against the hold, writhing and squirming against him with short throaty laughs. I'd be your Nyte Blayde - it sends a wave of shivers up and down Matt's spine and he moans, sucking at Ghoul's upper lip as he bites at him.] God - Yes - [If nothing else proves that he's not completely in his right mind, it's this. The fact that he's not immediately huffing and laying out terms of characterization and getting critical about canon.

Instead he groans and tries to wrap a leg up around Ghoul's hip, trying to get any hold on him] C'mon - Come on, love, show your Canoness the dark side.

[ Hey, Ghoul's trying! He feels a little silly, and he was maybe expecting to be yelled at, but Matt reacts like it's great. Like it's getting him going, and it's encouraging, at least. Ghoul grins, ignores the fright and uncertainty at the back of his mind - he doesn't want to screw things up worse - and grinds his hips up against Matt's. ]

God, wish you actually had the dress. [ Ghoul mutters, bringing his hand down push Matt's leg down and mostly just be bossy with him. Let him do it. He lets go of Matt entirely, slips back a few steps and gives Matt a grin. ]

Bed. Now.

[Gets him going doesn't even begin to start. What it does to Matt is a tangled, complicated mess of hormones that's better left unexamined. He moans and nods,] Wish I could take it off for you, too, [Fighting against the push, bucking Ghoul's dominance and trying to see just how far he could get in this powerplay. He likes it, the submission drives him mad, if only because it feels so good to snap and bite and snarl and fight against it.

Ghoul breaks contact and it slaps him in the face. Just how much he wants and needs this hits him, hard, and he licks his lips and doesn't even think before walking toward him. Like a drunk, he stumbles over to sit on the bed, follows his order] What're you going to do to me, love? Tell me what you want, how you want me, anything - Everything - [He squirms, running his palms across his thighs. Anxious. Impatient.]

[ Ghoul is calculating, almost - watching to make sure that he's not overstepping boundaries but getting a massive kick out of making Matt squirm. This isn't new - he's always been this way. But it's a little amazing how much more it is, right now.

He makes his way to the bed, crawling onto it after Matt, over him, straddling him and grinning in a sort of impish way. ] Ain't you been listening? [ Ghoul drawls lazily, sliding his hand down Matt's chest, over his stomach, pushing away any sort of clothing that's in his way, getting rid of pants or underwear or whatever is left. ] Gonna make you come with my teeth in your neck, yeah?

[ He's sort of lost track of the Nyte Blayde bit, but he'll remember. For now, he leans close, curls his fingers around Matt's cock as he murmurs. ] You gonna follow my instructions, or are y'gonna fight me the whole way, mm?

[Matt's entire body is flushed, hot and red all over as Ghoul straddles him. When he says it, when he touches him, he looks up at him with half lidded eyes, licking his lips between hitching breaths. Wants to say something, but all the words get muddled up in his head and all he can do is nod and moan, mouth gaping slightly.

As if that wasn't enough, as if just the sensation of Ghoul's warm hands against his chest and stomach wasn't intoxicating enough, he comes closer and his hand wraps around him and a shudder runs the length of Matt's spine. He bridges the rest of the distance, head against Ghoul's shoulder and lips to his throat, hands rubbing up and down his arms trying to get him to go, trying to spur him on

But he needs to answer the question.] Nngh - I'm not... [He grabs at Ghoul's hips, rocking himself up and forward] Not going to make it easy for you.

Course you ain't. [ Ghoul sighs, mock exasperated. He can't say he's not completely into the sight underneath him, though - can't say he's not completely interested in the way Matt grabs at his hips. Ghoul likes where that's going, but he has other plans.

Ghoul lets go of Matt in order to take his wrists instead, pinning them above his head again, spreading Matt out over the bed. Slowly, he lets go of Matt's hands, watching him. ] Keep 'em there. Or else.

[ He doesn't entirely expect Matt to obey him, so he's already got a punishment in mind. Almost casually: ] You got lube hidden out anywhere, sparks?

[Matt growls and writhes as he's laid spread across the bed, twisting and rolling up against Ghoul's hold. Not enough to really break it or slip out from under him, and when he releases he stays sprawled out, but enough to show his defiance.

Which shines through when Ghoul tells him to keep his hands up. Or else. Well, that definitely has Matt curious and he's not good with orders anyway. He scoffs and slams his fists down to his side and props himself up as he answers the question.] Drawer. Fetch it like the good boy you are.

[He draws his tongue over his teeth, brimming with cockiness. There's also a hint of anticipation in him, eyes glued to Ghoul as he waits, watches, wonders just what he's going to do. Wonders how far he's going to push. Wonders if he'll find what else is in the drawer.]

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[ That gets an eyebrow raise out of Ghoul. There's a beat, as Ghoul reaches to push his hair back out of his face, and then he turns back to Matt, grabbing his wrists. This time, he yanks them out from under Matt and pins them back to the bed, half kneeling over him, staring down coolly at the hacker with a cocky sort of smirk of his own. ]

Gonna fucking test me, huh? [ Ghoul says, soft, almost dangerous. ] I ain't the good boy, here, sweet thing.

[ There's a beat, as he lets that sink in, thinking it over. ] You don't behave? I'll tie y'to the bed and leave you here. Don't think I won't. [ The look on his face suggests he's about as serious as a heart attack, with that. ] Keep. Your hands. Above your head. Behave yourself.

[ He squeezes Matt's wrists tightly, putting his full weight into keeping Matt pinned. ]

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[There's a half second where Matt's completely stunned, eyes widened in pure shock as his mind races and reels to comprehend how fast and hard it all happens. He sucks in a sharp gasp as he slams back against the bed, automatically twisting under the hold, legs wheeling and back arching.

But then he hears Ghoul's voice, recognizes the danger in his tone, and stops cold. He listens, eyes still wide as he nods. Goddamn this is doing so much to him, has his mind so foggy that he can hardly see straight, that he's not sure if he wants to push further to see if - if - if! Or if he's happy with this, content with this being his 'breaking' point for now.

It's not concious, he doesn't realize he's doing it, but Matt huffs and whines and curses under his breath as he struggles with the decision and starts another small protest against the hold. Just enough to remind Ghoul to Please Hold - Decision Pending. Not a real fight, slightly rolling shoulders and bucking hips and flexing fingers and stretching legs, just enough to be present, to be there.

But it's that tone and the pressure and that look that eventually get to him, that send electric shivers arcing the length of his body, shivers that tell him that he wants more, needs more and he has to keep pushing.

Toothy grin and snapping teeth, Matt growls and yanks against Ghoul, laughing;] Make me! Show me, or is that another empty threat?

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THIS IS GONNA BE SOOOOOO TERRIBLE

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lmfao i can't even

APPLAUSE

i live for it

remember when i said this was going to be terrible

terribly awesome

awesomely terrible

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