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Joint Post! Like an Old Married Couple

[From just outside the jungle's trees, near the mountainside, some bickering can be heard:]

Here. It's probably fresher than you'd like, but it's all we have.
...I can't eat that, Bakura.
You don't have the option to be picky, Malik!
No...I really can't, you fool!
Tch... I can cook it a bit more, but we have to be careful, or the smoke from the fire will give us away!
Ughh...can't you find some fruit? Just look up.
Do you want to die? If someone finds you while I'm out looking for fruit, you'll have worse problems than having to eat meat.
But Bakura... [Malik sounds a bit like he might be ill.] My stomach...
O-oy! Hold on a little longer, okay? I'll see if I can find something close by. I'll stay within earshot, so if someone approaches, scream.
Just get a couple...I don't need that much.
Be quiet, you idiot. You need to eat something. [He chomps down on the meat Malik refused to eat.]
Well? I can't eat anything if you don't go get something!

((ooc: So! Tags will come from both Bakura and Malik. If we're going to tag you with both on a turn we'll put a "1/2" in the subject line, otherwise it's just one at a time. Also since the two of them are injured, we just ask that nobody with magic healing powers comes along to heal them up and stuff. Thanks!

Warnings for adult content in some threads.))

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[Malik follows him over, standing by the side of the couch as Bakura lays down across it.

He smirks.] You should call me that more often, Bakura-kun.

[...Despite having Bakura literally right where he wanted him, Malik still hesitates. To his credit, it's not completely obvious because of the steady expression he held and the way his arms were folded over his bare chest.]

...?

[Bakura stares up at him, a little confused. Why is Malik looking at him like that? It actually throws him off a little. He doesn't look like he's reconsidering or nervous... what the hell is he thinking?]

Oi. Something wrong? ...Malik?

[Malik blinks out of his nervous thoughts and lowers his arms again.]

I was just thinking. Don't be so impatient!

[Sucking in a breathe, he shifts himself onto the couch, legs straddling Bakura's thighs much like the last time. Instead of going in for another kiss though, Malik sits down and reaches out a hand to push Bakura's shirt up until rested just over his chest.]

... [Malik blatantly stares, admiring him.]

I'm not impatient! You just surprised me...

[...well, at least it's less awkward being stared at like this. He stares up at Malik, curiously observing the expression on his face. He has to admit it feels a little good. Even if this technically isn't his body, that gaze focused on him is less cold than usual. It even looks appreciative.]

Want me to take it off?

...Yes. [He finally says after what felt like minutes of silence.]

[Slowly, he tugs the shirt off. It's a little awkward, since lying on the couch means his hair is kind of trapped beneath him, but he finally manages to get it over his head without dislodging Malik. When he does, he tosses it to the ground in an annoyed manner.]

Tch! Stupid thing.

[Why did Ryou even need to wear such stupid shirts?]

[With the shirt now gone, Malik silently admires the body beneath him, his hand trailing over the other man's stomach.

It was strange...he'd never really thought about stuff like this before.

Malik adjusts himself so he can lean forward, bracing one hand next to Bakura's head to support himself before planting another, much more eager kiss on his lips.]

[Bakura shivers slightly, the cool air of the room conflicting with Malik's warm hand. He starts to speak, but falls silent as Malik leans over him. It's not important. What is important is just how keenly Malik is kissing him, and just how fervently he kisses back. Kisses between them hardly ever seem quite as much of a fight as he expects... compared to how much they fight normally. It's a little pleasant.

His fingers curl into Malik's hair, holding the back of his head without restricting him too much.]

Ah... [Malik breathes into the kiss, tasting the other man on his lips and tongue. Even if Bakura did have the sickening after taste of meat on him, Malik did his best to ignore it and just savour the kiss. He eventually parts his lips and deepens the kiss.

He really was growing more confident...or maybe he was just growing more frustrated, as he ran his hand up Bakura's side, grazing his fingers slowly over his nipples.

It was as if Malik was a boy testing the cold water of a lake by dipping his toes in first.]

[The deepened kiss surprised him, his tongue rising to tease Malik's. Maybe it was only instinct that showed Malik how to do that, because he sure as hell hadn't. He'd wanted to see just how long it would take Malik to even want to do something like that. Less time than he'd expected. Maybe he'd been reading up on the subject.]

Mm... [Bakura shivered pleasantly under the touch of Malik's fingers. Avoiding the bandages as best he could, he raised his other hand in turn to explore the surprisingly muscular expanse of Malik's chest. He had to admit that Malik had a surprisingly nice body for someone who seemed most prone to hang back and make other people do things for him.

He had to admit to feeling a little impatient, at least to himself, but this wasn't a common opportunity. He could put up with the slow pace if it meant the chance to find out what made Malik squirm the most. Though... he seemed to remember Malik being a little ticklish before. Heh. He'd have to take advantage of that if Malik ever tried to top him for real.]

[Right now, Malik was operating purely on instinct and the urge to satisfy his own curiosity and feverish desires. It was all he had to work with, because his only previous knowledge on the subject...had been what they did last time.

Still, Malik was bold enough to pass himself off as being more experienced than he really was. His hand continues to run over Bakura's torso, down his side now as he felt the bump of each rib beneath his pale skin...

Then, in his excitement, Malik rolls his hips up against Bakura's, letting out a breathy groan. It wasn't a calculated action, but his body seeming to move on its own. That much was clear by the way Malik pauses in the kiss, his breathing heavy and his face flushed.]

Ah-! [The unexpected movement makes him gasp, fingers momentarily pausing splayed over Malik's upper chest. His cheeks burn a little out of embarassment for that little sound. He hadn't been expecting Malik to move just yet. Not that he minded it - he just would rather not have admitted his surprise so easily. Unlike Malik, Bakura's skin is pale enough that the flush is blatantly evident. What a pain...

Well, he can embarrass Malik just as easily... With a little awkward wriggling, he manages to slip his hands down to grasp Malik firmly by the backside, squeezing a little.]

Hm?! [Malik blinks and shoots Bakura an indignant look as he suddenly grabs his rear.

...Then again, maybe that was just him trying to silently encourage him. So Malik takes what he thinks is a hint and starts to grind himself up against Bakura, slowly but effectively.

He turns his face away as he does this, biting his lip and refusing to let anything but the sound of his breathing (through his nose, even) be heard.]

[Unlike Malik, Bakura is definitely not trying to be quiet. Embarassing or not, it feels like a wasted effort. He wraps an arm around Malik's back, holding onto him. That rough texture beneath his fingers... it feels a little odd. But right now he just wants to touch him, to feel that heat beneath his fingers and have something to just hold on to.

He squirms a little, breathing harshening steadily as Malik moves. That little move backfired. Not that he minds at all, really. Using that arm to tug Malik closer, he kisses and bites at his neck a little gentler than usual. He can't bite back the sounds even of he wanted to. Even those small noises that could easily be considered blissful gasps and whimpers seemed unstoppable.]

Keep going...

[Hearing Bakura making those noises...they made his body heat up, almost unbearably so. Even with the aching pain in his side, Malik couldn't help but keep his hips moving, and eventually with a sudden release of air he'd been holding in...the Egyptian lost his resolve to keep himself silenced.

Those lips on his neck felt foreign still, but not unwanted. They drew an appreciative moan out of the younger boy, causing him to crane his neck and allow Bakura more room.

Now...he just needed something to hold on to, to steady himself as he started to lose himself to his senses. So he reaches down to grasp Bakura's shoulders in response to this need, his thoughts racing...

Right now, their clothes seemed like a nuisance, but Malik didn't have it in him to stop what they were doing and remove them, even if nerves weren't an issue.]

[Much better. Hearing Malik's voice raised in such a way only heightens his desire and at last he forgoes his restraint. Even lying underneath Malik didn't mean he had to just let him lead the way. He'd been thoughtful enough so far. Now it was his turn to try to take over.

Nudging Malik's leg with his own, he managed to wriggle his leg far enough for it to slip off the couch. It wasn't without purpose. Like this he can wriggle into a better position to coil it around Malik's waist, using it as leverage to grind upwards.

It's more than a little uncomfortable. His back is protesting silently. His body doesn't like the discomfort of the position, but his need to have some semblance of control is more important. Like this, he can try to control the speed. Malik isn't going fast enough for his liking. He wants to speed it up.

The only flaw in this (apart from the discomfort) is that he can't find the breath to speak anything more complicated than a pleased moan. Oh well. He can tease Malik later.

For now, he just focuses on the movements, and on lightly nipping Malik's pleasant-tasting throat with his teeth. That might leave a mark. Light for him wasn't exactly light for other people, considering how sharp his teeth are.]

[Malik's slow speed was out of necessitate more than anything. If he could move as fast as he wanted to, he would, and that's why when Bakura suddenly starts to grind back against him that Malik shudders and digs his nails into the other boy's shoulders.]

Y-yes...! Good...Bakura... [The words come out thoughtlessly as his hips find a rhythm that works with Bakura's without actually having to stress his side...too much, anyway.

Malik's breathing is quicker now, his skin flushed and hot. He's pressed so close to Bakura by now that their skin is starting to uncomfortably stick together, and yet he had no desire to pull away.]

A-ahh...

[If Malik cared to, he could probably feel Bakura's lips twitch into a vicious smile at those words. He hisses a little at the feeling of Malik's nails, but doesn't stop. The slight pain only makes the pleasure that much better.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he grips Malik's arms tight enough to bruise, relishing in the feel of him so close. Whatever exists within Malik's mind doesn't matter right now. Whatever plots of plans he may have don't matter. What does matter is just the feel of Malik moving against him, the feel of hot breath against his skin and the hot slickness of their chests.

A thought comes to mind, but he brushes it aside for now. There'd be time for that in just a moment or two, if Malik was as fast as before.]

[Malik was too thoughtless right now to notice that smile; all he cared about was feeling the other man against him, and satisfying that burning desire pooling between his legs.

The squeeze to his arms hurts, causing him to squirm slightly, but it's not even a bad hurt. Right now, nothing felt like it could be truly hurt.

After a few more minutes, his breathing is nothing but gasps and hitched breathes. Malik buries his forehead into the crook of Bakura's neck, much like last time...as he gave one more hard grind of his hips before hitting orgasm, and riding it out in a few more shallow thrusts. The whimper he lets out as a result is...quite unlike him.]

Edited 2013-09-10 01:53 (UTC)

[The sounds Malik makes as he climaxes only spur Bakura on further. Impatiently speeding up, he grinds relentlessly against him until his body reaches its limit. His body trembles, tensing against Malik's as he finds his release. Lying shuddering beneath him, he smirks a little as his fingers relax their grip on Malik's arms. He takes a moment to recover his breath before he moves.

One hand slips down, pressing between them to delve into Malik's trousers. His fingers leisurely brush over the sensitive length there, gathering the slick fluid that coats it, before drawing out once more. Turning his head a little to the side, he brings his fingers to his mouth and easily licks the proof of Malik's enjoyment from his hand. He blinks a little in surprise at the taste.]

...you taste sweet. Is that because of your diet, Malik?

[Without waiting for an answer, he closes his lips over two of his fingers, cleaning them of the fluid there unhesitatingly.]

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[Malik let out a heavy sigh when Bakura finally stopped moving, allowing his sensitive body a moment of rest.

...Only for it to be teased again by that hand suddenly, and unexpectedly dipping into the front of his pants.]

H-hey--! [His movements are too sluggish to really stop Bakura, but he looks mortified to see what's on his hand when he draws it out...and then to see him lick it!]

Y-you...you idiot! Don't do that! [He reaches out to grab his hand and yank it from his mouth...but it's too late.]

...eh? What's the matter, Malik? You're acting weird. [Bakura stares blankly at Malik, not resisting the unexpected grab. The way he looks is as if Malik is the one that was doing something odd, rather than him. Malik looks almost horrified in a way. It wasn't the reaction he would have expected...

...though it was one he enjoyed. Malik looked so thrown off it was hilarious.]

Want to taste it?

N--No I don't want to taste it! [He blurts out indignantly. It really was a good thing his skin was too dark to show off any subtle blushing he may have had right now.

Malik starts to sit himself up as quickly as his injury will allow.

Stupid Bakura...he always had to ruin his mood!]

Edited 2013-09-10 02:28 (UTC)

I see... too bad. You really do taste good, you know. I guess it's a rare case of 'you get what you see'.

[Without thinking, he grabs Malik's hips to make sure he doesn't fall off the couch in his hurry. Drawing his leg back down so it doesn't restrain him, he just lies there, staring up at Malik with amusement in his eyes.]

Tch...! You're not supposed to eat that, you know!

[Malik slides back off of Bakura's hips and turns his own so that his feet touch the floor. From there he stands and sort of waddles over to the dresser.

His underpants...are so sticky...auughhh!]

Edited 2013-09-10 03:08 (UTC)

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