(Does this asshole think he's winning because he's touching him? He is not, over Aoba's dead body he is. Does he not realize Aoba could easily grab his glass, smash it and shove a shatter under Masaomi's ribcage without a single ounce of remorse?
Imbecile. He thought the shogun was smarter than that.
Aoba plays the dirtiest. A hand curls around Masaomi's throat, not enough to choke but firm enough to send the message as he forces the other boy to sit-- and sits on his lap. Now both have fallen victim to the vibrator.)
[Masaomi Kida is rarely ever "smarter than that," and despite the way this fight has gone from the get-go, he's not expecting Aoba's next move to be a vibrator lap dance. With one hand still behind him protecting the remote, grabbing the hand around his neck would mean letting go of Aoba's shoulder. He has more control over how close Aoba gets so long as he's got that shoulder, so Masaomi chooses to stick to his guns, squeezing Aoba's shoulder with dangerous force even as he's forced down. If he can't wrangle his way out of the other boy's choking grip, he'll just have to dislocate his damn shoulder. With his cruel goal clear before him, Masaomi steels himself to tear Aoba limb from limb. He only needs a fraction of a second.
Aoba uses that fraction of a second to sit his ass on Masaomi's crotch.
The thrill seeking Shogun is already a little hard from spiked booze and adrenaline, but now he can feel the way Aoba's twitching around the vibrator, the friction of rubbing jeans, even the buzz of the vibrator itself. Masaomi flinches, biting back a groan as he hastily clenches his teeth. Battle plan completely forgotten at the realization that he's getting harder, an embarrassed Masaomi instinctively bucks.
He needs Aoba off his dick right fucking now. Get off, get off, get off, get off!!!]
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(Does this asshole think he's winning because he's touching him? He is not, over Aoba's dead body he is. Does he not realize Aoba could easily grab his glass, smash it and shove a shatter under Masaomi's ribcage without a single ounce of remorse?
Imbecile. He thought the shogun was smarter than that.
Aoba plays the dirtiest. A hand curls around Masaomi's throat, not enough to choke but firm enough to send the message as he forces the other boy to sit-- and sits on his lap. Now both have fallen victim to the vibrator.)
Fuck you.
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Aoba uses that fraction of a second to sit his ass on Masaomi's crotch.
The thrill seeking Shogun is already a little hard from spiked booze and adrenaline, but now he can feel the way Aoba's twitching around the vibrator, the friction of rubbing jeans, even the buzz of the vibrator itself. Masaomi flinches, biting back a groan as he hastily clenches his teeth. Battle plan completely forgotten at the realization that he's getting harder, an embarrassed Masaomi instinctively bucks.
He needs Aoba off his dick right fucking now. Get off, get off, get off, get off!!!]