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                    "Yep, that's me. And I've been trying to persuade you from the start."

          { ☣ }; "Are you trying to persuade me into not going to work? You’re a bad seed, Sly. A bad, bad seed."

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          Squirms a bit.

               But he seems to be enjoying it.

                    "...You're stupid." 

         Stares.                      Debates shoving off.                                                            Remembers last encounter.                                                                                                                                                                    …                                                                                                                   Hesitantly pets.

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       Feeling himself slammed against the wall made his body tense, a shudder of delight shooting up his spine and his fingers curling tight, his lips parted and his eyes hazy with the thought of being treated so roughly. Though his lips pushed into a sweeter grin, a low chuckle escaping him as he eagerly bucked his hips back, grinding against the younger's hips.

                    "Sly, stupid~ I've said my name enough now I wanna hear you say it~"

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❝ Good, considering the circumstance. ❞

         He took this Aoba and pressed          him roughly against the wall of          his bedroom, his chest hitting          the drywall with a heavy smack.          He then held him there as he          pressed himself against the          older boy’s back.

❝ Who the hell are you? ❞

                                                      ♬ ! ]

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                    "Oh, love how that sounds on you're tongue."

          Sly sat himself upon Noiz's lap, smirking wryly as he dug his fingers into their shoulder's and pushed his hips forward grinding against the blond through his boxers.

                    "You aren't exactly how I told you to be when I came in, but whatever, I can fix that."

          Of course this wasn't Aoba. He wore such a smirk that it could send shudders up someone's spine in an instant, his fingers meeting up along Noiz's neck, thumbs stroking over his Adam's apple and just under his jawline, tilting his head back so that he was able to bend down, teeth biting against pale skin and pulling, leaving a bright red mark to be adored and added to later. Lips ghosted up and along a sharp jaw, brushing past snake bites to Noiz's bottom lip, teeth gripping down against it and sucking until it was pink.

           All the while he did this, his hips rotated and ground along the quickly growing bulge under him, each push causing hot friction to build between them. Occupying his lips, again, at Noiz's neck and jaw, his hands were elsewhere, fingers pulling to the fabric of the younger's boxers, yanking them off and exposing his cock to the cool air around them. Bumping their hips together once more, Sly let out a low growl from the heat he felt, the contact causing his length to ache as his breath puffed over the new marks peppering the peach expanse of skin. Golden iris' glanced up towards emerald ones and his narrowed as a smirk spread over his lips once more.

                    "Fuck, I'm ready to give you a little ride~"

          He murmured, not once stopping his eager bucks and thrusts to keep the heat between their crotches. 

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         Sly, huh? That was kind of hot.          Maybe Aoba would call him Ruff          Rabbit. He could be into some           Rhyme name calling. He smirked,          watching the messages dance          across his coil.            …Wait.          Coming in now?           Fuck, he wasn’t naked and hard          at all! This was very unlike Aoba,          but he sure as hell wasn’t going          to complain about it. He closed his          coil and stood, struggling to get          out of his clothes as he heard the          door open and footsteps falling          closer to his room. He was kicking          his pants away as “Sly” strode in,          Aoba exuding a confidence that          took the German by surprise. He          watched in shock as the bluenette          stripped before him without even          blushing as he normally did. Damn.          He was still frozen as Aoba’s hands          met his skin, the slight pressure on          his shoulders causing his green eyes          to widen. Damn, he was so—          That voice.

❝ …No. Go ahead. ❞

         He was suddenly aware he was being          pushed to the bed and collapsed backward,          thoroughly surprised at the strength the          elder man possessed. His eyes held a glow          that was unusual, and that’s when Noiz          understood. This wasn’t Aoba at all.

❝ Sly. ❞

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Anonymous said: Fem!Slysei, 17. B)

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          Sly has found his way into the Koujaku's lap. He doesn't care if he's punched or kicked, he's going to lay his head here whether they like it or not.

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okay

okay

this is for me and mary

youre welcome

(aobas afraid noiz is gonna bite) (he probably’s gonna)

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/ t r i g g e r /

           He may have a gun pressed to his temple. Go cheer him on.

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Scenes we’ll never get to see in the anime… sheds a tear

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|| I finished my Aoba cosplay! ||

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"W-Wait wha-" 

Oh, well, he may be having a nosebleed.

                    "Wow, how fucking pathetic."

          Sly snickered as he lifted a hand, wiping away Koujaku's nosebleed and leaning up, giving him a rough kiss.

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My muse sits on your muse's lap, hooks their arms around their neck and whispers, "Do me." What happens next?

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          Sly couldn't help but moan around him, low and guttural as he let the vibrations of his throat help stimulate Clear's length. Though at Clear's hand pulling his shirt, he popped off of him and growled against his tip.

                    "Hah, pull my hair, doll... I want to feel you like that-"

          And with that he was back around his cock, beginning to bob at a quick pace to stimulate the other. 

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          Sly ducks behind a corner and hides under a bed. Clear will never find him.

You better run faster, Sly, because he is catching up rather quickly.