[Ah, this is bad. Honestly, ever since that time in orientation, the way they've interacted has never been quite the same below the surface. Madara knows that maybe it's a bad idea to continue being like this, especially since they were pretty much using each other to fill their small Leo-shaped voids, but... mind doesn't always beat matter.
Especially when Izumi's pushing that damn ballerina butt towards him. Hnng.]
Eeeeh~? But you know there's noooothing slow about meee?
[He's the track team captain at their school, after all. If you ask him not to approach everything like a runaway train, you might as well ask him to not breathe. Plus, with how this is going, Madara would very much like to make a beeline back to the suites and to Izumi's place.
So, he's going to start weighing Izumi down with all he's got. All 64kg of Mama.]
Hey, Izumi-saaaan~? Did you settle on this oooone? If you did, let's zoom zoom and sign the paperwork~
[ haha, it's working ♪ way more than izumi had intended, actually. ]
Hm~? You want to go home that badly now? ♪
[ the way madara's pressing himself on izumi's back is too much, though. izumi's prided himself with his endurance but his lithe arms are still no match against all 64kg of him, but he stubbornly presses up anyway, back arching a little. ]
Does that mean you don't want to buy your bike now? And get yourself behind the wheel?
[ that'll just involve izumi taking him from behind, won't it? madara just doesn't want him to take charge this entire time... such a fragile ego. ♪ ]
[Wow, what a damn tease. Though Madara admits he kind of enjoys this too... Even if the forgotten NPC dealers are starting to give glances. Gosh, is this a subtle progress towards a masochistic awakening?]
I can just drop by another daaaay~
[Fine, take this, his secret weapon. He shifts his weight so his face is juuust hovering next to Izumi's ear, speaking in an unusually hushed volume:]
I want us to be alone as soon as possible, pleeeease♪
[ oh wow, he's whispering and saying "please". he must really want to get off, and izumi's not going to lie, he's not going to last much longer if they keep up this masochism tango any longer. ]
All right, all right.
[ just. going to urge madara to lay off his back and stare back at the npc dealers nochalantly, as if they weren't just about to fuck on the merchandise they're sitting on right now. ]
This one, please. It's perfect.
[ the sooner they get the paperwork done, the faster they can get back to the suits and finish what they've started. whether madara would let izumi ride him like a motorcycle though is another story altogether. ]
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Especially when Izumi's pushing that damn ballerina butt towards him. Hnng.]
Eeeeh~? But you know there's noooothing slow about meee?
[He's the track team captain at their school, after all. If you ask him not to approach everything like a runaway train, you might as well ask him to not breathe. Plus, with how this is going, Madara would very much like to make a beeline back to the suites and to Izumi's place.
So, he's going to start weighing Izumi down with all he's got. All 64kg of Mama.]
Hey, Izumi-saaaan~? Did you settle on this oooone? If you did, let's zoom zoom and sign the paperwork~
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Hm~? You want to go home that badly now? ♪
[ the way madara's pressing himself on izumi's back is too much, though. izumi's prided himself with his endurance but his lithe arms are still no match against all 64kg of him, but he stubbornly presses up anyway, back arching a little. ]
Does that mean you don't want to buy your bike now? And get yourself behind the wheel?
[ that'll just involve izumi taking him from behind, won't it? madara just doesn't want him to take charge this entire time... such a fragile ego. ♪ ]
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I can just drop by another daaaay~
[Fine, take this, his secret weapon. He shifts his weight so his face is juuust hovering next to Izumi's ear, speaking in an unusually hushed volume:]
I want us to be alone as soon as possible, pleeeease♪
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All right, all right.
[ just. going to urge madara to lay off his back and stare back at the npc dealers nochalantly, as if they weren't just about to fuck on the merchandise they're sitting on right now. ]
This one, please. It's perfect.
[ the sooner they get the paperwork done, the faster they can get back to the suits and finish what they've started. whether madara would let izumi ride him like a motorcycle though is another story altogether. ]