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[ this is EMBARRASSING ]

I was kinda busy? Like, with the fucking gross zomboid dick in my mouth?

[ is it more or less embarrassing when he spits directly on his asshole. ]

-- it could help, then, to make it clear what's appropriate from the start.

[ THAT'S FUCKING GR ]

ABSINTHE YOU FUCKING SHITHEAD

[ KICKING HIM??? ]

[ - - laughs though it's just a tiny bit pained, ]

Would you prefer it dry?

[ and, as Revenge, leans forward to nip at an ass cheek. ]

[ KICKS HIM AGAIN? ]

YES, ACTUALLY!

-- well! If you say so.

[ his thumb had been hooked against his ass cheek but now it pushes forward until it sinks all the way into him, thicker than his finger. ]

Gghhh -- fuck!

[ THIS MAY HAVE BEEN A MISTAKE.

like, it feels good? it feels good. but Absinthe is absolutely going to be a complete fucking jackass about it, and the only alternative here is either fucking murdering him in cold blood or having to feel spit on the most defenseless part of his body?????

this is the worst. ]

Is it that you don't mind the discomfort? The burn? Or - - you enjoy it?

[ time to murder Ruby in cold blood. his thumb is in deep, to the knuckle, and he twists his wrist again before rubbing the pad of his thumb against his inner walls. ]

I just -- fuck -- your spit is fucking disgusting --

[ he can't really properly speak with Absinthe doing that -- it feels good, he wants more, even if it hurts -- but he can't. he can't do that, there's no way he could possibly do that. involuntarily, he bucks against Absinthe, gritting his teeth. ]

Well - - I'm not overly picky. So I don't mind this way either.

[ he emphasizes that by rocking the thumb partway out then party way into him - - before he pulls it entirely out to replace it with not one, but two fingers, not all the way in but stretching with his fingertips. ]

Ggh --

[ he just arches his back with another loud moan, burying his face into the mattress and reaching for -- a pillow, blanket, sheet, anything that he can just flop over his head so he can pretend he's just not here. ]

In a way, this only makes things more convenient - - hmm?

[ he takes that as encouragment to keep going, both fingers sliding deeper into his ass, slow with the lack of proper lubrication but definitely steady. ]

You already sound like you could finish just from this...

[ you ever hear a girl alternate between moaning and mumbling "fuck you" over and over while covered with a pillow and face down ass up?

at some point he actually just starts growling, and you know, maybe crying a little bit. a tiny bit. really it could just be hiccup-y growls, who knows? ]

[ that's cute as shit honestly, crying or not, and Absinthe leans forward over him - - free hand dropping to try to stroke the side of his face while his fingers sink in all the way to the knuckles. ]

[ there are definitely tears there, so.

despite that though, he keeps moving against those fingers, heaving out deep, ragged breaths in between the moaning and growling and crying and cursing, and at this point he's decided it's easier to just stop thinking about anything about the feeling so he can feel good and be done with it. self-reflection sucks, especially when it's in the middle of Totally Not Sex with a complete asshole ]

[ nice. ]

Mm? Are you not enjoying yourself? Should I have used spit?

[ his tone is thick with faux concern and despite his words he doesn't actually slow down in fucking him with his fingers, dragging them in and out of him steadily, scissoring to spread them him even further. ]

Shut the fuck up...shut up...

[ he trembles, his growling trilling in his throat. Despite his earlier protests Absinthe was right: he probably could come just from this. But that wouldn't be as satisfying as it could be, so --

he reaches into his pants and starts touching himself with a whimper. he still hates this, don't misunderstand his intentions, ]

[ he laughs, lifting his hand from his cheek to stroke at his hair, reassuring in contrast with the way he fucks his ass with his fingers, twisting them, angling to try to hit his prostate. ]

[ when he does, Ruby yelps and melts into a trembling mess, completely unable to support himself anymore as he slumps to the mattress. between reassuring touch that seems so much more warm than it would ordinarily because of the context it's in, the fingers in his ass and the hand on his dick it's too much, and with a long, crooning growl interrupted only by the occasional choked sobs he comes, his hips jerking sloppily against the bed. ]

Ah - - there we are. Isn't that satisfying, miss Ruby?

[ he might not be able to see him touching himself from this angle, but it's not hard to guess what just happened with how his hips move, how his groans and sobs sound. he fucks him through his orgasm, stroking his hair all throughout, making low, breathy soothing sounds in the back of his throat. ]

[ he doesn't manage to respond immediately, busy as he is riding out his orgasm before falling completely silent and still aside from some sniffling. once he recovers, he just

nuzzles against the hand on his head, that and the glazed look on his face in stark contrast to the bile in his voice, as distant as he seems when he speaks: ]

-- hate you. I fucking hate you, you fucking asshole --

Oh, I'm sure you don't mean that, my dear. Didn't you have a good time?

[ Ruby won't be able to see it but most definitely he'll be able to guess Absinthe is smirking, even if his tone is sickly sweet, his back bending so he can kiss at Ruby's spine. ]

As if.

[ he exhales, shakily and weakly -- besides the mental duress and physical pain all of this wasn't actually great for his heart, something that's just now catching up to him. and as the fog in his brain starts to clear, he becomes aware of how absolutely disgusting he is, how horrible he must look right now.

he raises his head and slowly pulls his hand out of his pants, looking at the mess on it and frowning. gross. gross gross gross gross ]

You're fucking gross...

You're really acting far too squeamish for how much you got off on this.

[ he can catch sight of that hand but doesn't comment specifically on what he sees on it. he does, at least, move to pull his fingers out, giving him a break from the brutal pace he was fucking him at before.

also, he thinks Ruby looks especially cute like this. ]

[ BADMAN LEWDMAN ]

It's fucking disgusting, Abi!

[ and then he does actually realize that like, oh right, that is what on his hand, girls don't store pee in their balls, fuck fuck fuck,

so he curls it into a fist and holds it against his chest, reminding himself to burn this fucking outfit later. which is fine because pants suck and his tail tore it anyway, so. ]

It's -- it's bad, okay?

Edited 2019-06-13 02:49 (UTC)

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