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Effect Room: Amnesia

[Today, quite a few of the rooms seem to have taken a liking to inflicting some stupefying amnesia. One might still remember bits and pieces of the past, their name, their family, and common knowledge...or one might forget everything. Either way, the effect only takes place once the room has been exited, and then its poor victims are left to wander the halls in their confusion.]

((ooc: so basically, at some point when walking out of a room, your character is inflicted with amnesia! mingle, tag around, etc.~ Characters who tag into other threads don't have to be affected by the amnesia, only the ones making the thread starters do. Effects last as long as you want.))

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[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.]

[If it were anyone else, he wouldn't be telling them at all. He'd just be laughing. Malik's fingers swiftly draw him to the edge of his release, and he lets his head fall back as he releases with a pleased groan. Once Malik's fingers have left him, he lets himself sink back onto the bed, to let his breathing calm.]

Haah... Thanks.

[It's the least he can say.]

[Despite the taste in his mouth--the texture more than anything--Malik smiles lopsidedly at that. Leaning forward he presses a playful kiss to Bakura's cheek and then gets up so he can slip out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

Ugh, he needs to wash his mouth...ASAP.]

[Heh... How sweet. Bakura waits for Malik to be done before he goes to clean off himself. It doesn't take long. He feels better for it. Like his irritations are gone.

When he's done, he pauses to look at his reflection thoughtfully for a moment. Something's on his mind, and it's not until he sees Malik again that it clicks.]

Malik.

[His voice is low and serious.]

[Malik was in the kitchen by now, getting ready to make himself some breakfast when he hears Bakura utter his name. The tone has him stop what he's doing and look over.]

Hm? What is it?

[Crossing over to where he stands, he leans over to brush his lips against the other man's ear. His voice is low and affectionate as he speaks.]

I love you. And if anyone tries to take you away from me... I'll show them the depths of hell personally.

[...How bizarrely touching. But Malik knows full well how Bakura is, and how rare it is for him to say things like that.

In fact, this is the first time he's said it at all. Signing "love" in a letter doesn't come anywhere near hearing the word spill from those lips. It makes Malik's heart thrum intensely in his chest, almost enough to choke him as he wraps his arms around the pale man in front of him.

He knows he's already said it twice now, but he'll say it again. Mimicking the way Bakura confessed, he's seemingly breathless as he does it.]

I love you too. And I hope you know... I'd do the same.

[His arms wrap around Malik's waist, holding him close. These strange feelings... he'll never understand them.]

I know... but it's good to hear it anyway.

Keheh... [He lets out that weak little laugh, resting his cheek in the crook of Bakura's neck as he leans against him.

To think he let himself get attached like this...and he didn't even mind it.

But Malik doesn't linger in the hold too long, he breaks away and drifts back towards the counter, picking up where he left off.]

Do you want something to eat too?

...

[Come to think of it, he fed Malik last night but didn't think to grab anything for himself. No wonder his stomach feels empty.]

Yeah. I feel like I haven't eaten in a week.

Then are pancakes okay? I figured out how to make them by watching Ryou.

[He's already got the eggs and flour out and everything.]

Of course! I'm not picky. You might want to make a lot, though. I could eat a small feast right now!

[Though that reminds him of something. He'll need to stop by Lisa later and see if she has what he's thinking of.]

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