the_campus | Effect Room: Amnesia

[With that hand stilling his hips, all Malik can do is lay tensely there and enjoy the sensations that Bakura is sending through him. He should ask him to do this more often, he thinks, as shifts his torso a little to the side, trying to get an easier look at him.

What a stupid thought it was...to find Bakura so attractive when his mouth was around him like that.]

[Malik needn't worry. That stilling hand releases him once he's sure he can handle the movement. It would be embarrassing if Malik managed to somehow asphyxiate him with his dick, after all.

But the way the man is moving... Letting the length slip from his lips, he draws in a breath and speaks almost thoughtlessly.]

Are you uncomfortable?

[Before Malik can answer, he busies himself with taking him in again, as far as he can this time.]

Ah--mmm...! [He was going to answer, but those lips silence him again, and Malik's whole body shudders a bit at the revisiting warmth. The answer might have been yes, but Malik keeps where he is because it doesn't make him nearly as strained as looking down from a "straight" position does.

...And he really wants to see this, even if his eyes keep closing against their own will. It really is amazing how Bakura can take so much of him in, the sight alone was causing him to harden, not that he wasn't hard before--it hadn't taken long after the proposition--but now he was aching with it.]

[Taking that as a no, he closes his eyes and keeps going, sucking intensely at Malik's dick. If Malik really wants to move, no force on earth will stop him anyway... Though he doubts Malik will be able to bring himself to move right now. For someone with Malik's domineering personality, being serviced like this is surely too good to disregard so easily.

His amused smile can probably be felt as he works his tongue over the length that's filling his mouth right now. The way Malik is trembling beneath him is delightful. He wants to hear more of those sounds.]

[Bakura was right about one thing--like this, Malik was content to just lie there and have Bakura do all the work. It stroked his ego, among other things. But even then the Egyptian couldn't help but squirm and twitch despite his best efforts, his breath hitching at times or catching in a short groan.

Now that he had sex to compare it to, among everything else they did, Malik had one burning question.]

Why's it...ahhh... I can't... [Well that didn't work.]

...?

[Well, whatever Malik was trying to say, he clearly wasn't able to. Releasing the cock in his mouth, he looks up at Malik in confusion.]

Why's it what?

[Don't take too long, Malik. From the casual way he licks the tip, he's not going to wait too long for an answer.]

[Usually he'd complain about the loss of that mouth, but at least it gives him time to pose his question. Even if that tongue is making him tense even now.]

Why's it make me have to...move so much.

[Mulling it over, he runs his tongue along the side of it. Honestly... what a weird question.]

...beats me. I don't have a clue.

[Trailing a finger along the sensitive underside, he shakes his head before wrapping his lips over the head of Malik's length, sucking and licking at it playfully.]

Oh...okay. [He murmurs, quietly allowing himself to get wrapped up in the sensation of Bakura's mouth and tongue once more. Reaching down, he runs his fingers into that mane of hair and encouragingly rests his palm against Bakura's head.

If he hadn't gained his memories back...they wouldn't be doing this. This was trivial though, that's not what he was concerned with. If he hadn't remembered Bakura, would he have ever felt like this for someone again? This intense closeness and caring, similar but still radically different from that of what felt for his brother and sister.

Ahh...wow. Bakura was good with his tongue. Malik arches his back, tensing his body as he tries to keep himself centered.]

[The gesture surprises him, but it's pleasant, too. Malik's hand is not restraining, simply encouraging, and he rewards it by paying special attention to his needs.

All of his worries of the night before may be gone, but when they were there, they had bothered him. Having come close to losing their relationship - at least in his head - means that he wants to make Malik feel good. And right now, that means showering his length with all of the adoration he can never bring himself to say. Lowering his head, he does his best to take him in all the way.]

[With the amount of attention Bakura's giving him, it doesn't take more than few minutes filled with writhing and pleased moans for Malik to finally come close to the edge.

He forgets to warn this time, verbally at least. However, the way his body tenses and shudders might be warning enough before he finally raises his hips and lets out a low groan, his orgasm washing over him.]

[Bakura's focused enough on his task that it doesn't take him by surprise. Swallowing it down, he releases Malik's length and sits up.]

So what do you think? Did I make up for it?

[He'd better have. The feeling of Malik writhing beneath him and the sounds he made... they've gotten him quite riled up.]

[Malik was still trying to catch his breath in the aftermath, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.]

Ahh... [He nods carelessly.] Yeah...

[Finally sitting up after a minute, as fuzzy headed as he may be, Malik looks down to see how Bakura's doing.]

Kah hah...you're already like that? [Reaching out, he carelessly presses his hand to the bulge in the other man's pants.]

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[Malik's careless touch makes him draw in a sharp breath. His face burns a little and he glances away to try to hide it.]

Blame yourself. How can I help it when you react so excitingly?

[That's his way of saying 'you're sexy', Malik.]

It's your fault for being so excitable.

[He quietly teases in return, rubbing his palm against him. It lasts only a second before Malik makes to unbutton and zip Bakura's pants and slide his length out of his underwear.

His cheeks flush, even now.]

Tch... you make it sound like I- ah!

[Damn. That felt good. He shifts uncomfortably as Malik's hands free him from the restricting confines of his clothing. He hadn't really expected him to try to get him off in turn, but hey. Malik's warm hands feel really good right now.]

Like I get excited too easily...

Keh... [He was feeling generous, knowing he'd almost lost this. Looking down at the warm length in his hand as he strokes it, Malik considers...

If Bakura did it, it couldn't be that bad, right? Then again, the man had no problem eating red meat... But if he didn't like it, he could always stop.

Still sitting with his legs tucked under him, Malik leans over suddenly. His mouth hovers just over the crown of that hot length considerately before he shuts his eyes and swallows his nerve with a few deep breathes. Finally, he pulls the head into the warmth of his mouth.]

[The actions of Malik's fingers draw a pleased groan from him and he leans back on his hands without a thought. It's not the most comfortable position, but he can deal with that.

Surprise flickers across his face as Malik moves abruptly.]

Ma... lik...?

[The feeling of hot breath against his length makes him shudder pleasantly. He's not sure what he expects - but it's not that.]

Aah! [His head falls back as a pleased moan slips from his lips. It's all he can do to stay still. But Malik's not used to this. For his sake, he manages it, though it's almost beyond his ability to stop himself from bucking into that warm, wet mouth. His fingers won't stop trembling against the sheets from the awkward position he's sitting in and the effort not to move.]

[...Why was he doing this again?

The taste is salty, but nothing close to as bad as he'd imagined. Still, it was completely unsanitary...disgusting! Yet feeling Bakura shudder beneath him like that was encouraging enough that he kept going.

He doesn't go much further than the head, sucking at it hesitantly as his hand continues to stroke the base. Malik starts to use his tongue after a while, breaking his awkward suction in order to lick around the crown and head. His brows are tightly knit, partly from concentration, but mostly from trying not to think about what he was licking. A small part of him was getting sort of...turned on from this.

What the hell was wrong with him?!]

[He's never expected Malik to do this for him. It's touching, in more ways than one. Knowing how awkward Malik is about anything involving bodily fluids, for him to even try this warms his heart. He already knew he loved the man. This just makes those feelings swarm him.

As awkward as Malik is about it, it feels good. Too good. Pleased moans and gasps spill from his lips in a slow litany of pleasure as Malik works his length over. When Malik introduces his tongue, it's almost enough to break his self-control and make him buck, but he manages to reign in the urge. The effort leaves him trembling and squirming, head falling back as he arches his back.]

[Maik doesn't have much of a technique or rhythm going. He continues to lick and suck at the head until he starts to taste pre-cum. That causes him to shudder, sticking his tongue out and groaning in disgust.

After that he just puts his mouth to work on the shaft instead, using his thumb and palm at the head in its place. Feeling the stickiness of semen didn't bother him nearly as much as tasting it.]

[Don't laugh, don't laugh... He bites his lip to silence the laughter that threatens to slip out at the face Malik just pulled. Laughing right now would probably confine him to the proverbial (literal?) couch for a while.

...nah. Malik likes his cuddles too much. But he'll still hold off on the laughter. It may be amateurish, but he likes it too much.]

[Starting to feel the strain on his back from the way he's bent over, Malik finally pulls his legs out from under him and flops onto his side, resting his cheek on Bakura's thigh so he can still service him.

...He wonders how long it'll take for Bakura to finish, because he wants to wash his mouth out. Even if it is stirring some faint arousal in him, he'd rather be done with it.

Wiping all the pre-cum he can from the head, Malik goes to suck on that again in hopes of finishing Bakura off.]

...

[It's an erotic sight. But it's obvious that Malik isn't having fun. He has to stop himself from stopping him. If Malik is going this far even while not enjoying it, there's a reason for it. He doesn't want to make this unpleasant for him.

He just focuses on enjoying the awkward but pleasant sensations of it. His pleased moans fill the air as he trembles and squirms beneath Malik's ministrations. Apart from keeping himself from bucking into that warmth, he doesn't hold himself back. It'll be better for Malik if he gets off quickly.

Once he feels he's close, he reaches his hand down and grasps Malik's shoulder.]

Malik... haah... move your mouth away... before it's too late.

...You don't need to tell me twice. [He breathes, pulling his face away and sitting up. From there he takes his hand and firmly strokes Bakura to completion. Malik looks a bit more interested now, watching almost intently as he waits.]

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