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[A struggling, shaky laugh gets free from Idia at that,] Just because you're foolish enough to put your vid out on the network like this doesn't mean I am. This stuff is never truly private or deleted, someone can always find it if they really want to. I'm not stupid enough to do that. Go watch my cam-clone if you want 'me'. [Though that is a very different type of 'Idia', a far crueler and sadistic version that... Idia really doesn't want to think about. To consider if there is really that within him.

He knows he's an asshole, but is he that much of one?]

And don't pull that shit with me, Floyd. Won't work. [Yeah, Idia would rather just be a name on a screen for Floyd, not an image or video. But...] Well... donno adorable. Or cute. Something though...

Squiiidyyy... Your cam clone isn't the same as youuu~

[Surprisingly in all his time here, Floyd's barely peeked at the clones. They're never as immersive or as responsive as they should be. Plus, they're cold inside and out. Even to a guy as accustomed to the cold as Floyd is, nothing compares to a warm body.]

Pretty sure you wouldn't feel so great knowing I played with a fake you either.

[With a bat of his eyelashes, Floyd slows his hips to a stop.]

"Something"? Liiike what kind of something?

That implies I'd feel great with you playing with the real me. [Idia grumbles out, relaxing back in his chair again. This was a bit of a boner killer now, even with Floyd still on screen and doing that, but hey, at least it's helping to clear his head from that rush of blood going south. A remind of just who he's dealing with.

Never trust a Leech. Even if Idia doesn't think Floyd would think to record this if Idia turned his cam on... just in case. Can never be too safe with them.

He lets out a sound of distressed at Floyd catching onto that though, hoping it would just be ignored, but no, of course not.] Don't wanna say it... [Idia grumbles out behind his sleeve, biting down on the edge of it.]

[Idia’s starting to sound way too at ease now. Floyd puffs his cheeks when he hears that grumble in particular, though it’s not enough to dissuade him. Just means he’ll have to pull out the big artillery.

Literally.]

Fine.

[he huffs before scooting over and reaching for something in his side table drawer. He’s still able to keep his more sensitive bits covered… though there is a brief glimpse of a leather strap hugging the curve of his ass.]

I’ll make you say it.

[With that, Floyd assumes the same position… only this time when he rises up onto his knees he rests a dildo right beneath his body. By now his shirt has fallen open enough to reveal what he’s been hiding all along: a black leather belt cinched tight around his groin. In the city’s mercy, however, they’ve left an opening in the back.

How so very kind.

Floyd presses the tip of the toy right up against his hole, and just for added insult he leans back and allows his tongue to slip out just as before.]

So mean… Ahhh~ Treating your junior like this is so meaaan…

[Idia lets out a huff, used to that tone and word being Floyd giving up and moving on. And... ok, maybe Idia got a little worked up, but this is for the better. Don't need to do this with Floyd.

But... that camera feed was still going. And Floyd says that.] W-What? [What?

Idia flushing pink again as he gets a clear view of... ah, ok, he sees what is going on,] H-Hold on, who put that on you? [Was it Jamil? Was it some play they were doing? If so, why is Floyd including him?

No, no, Idia knows that answer: to try and have fun with 'Squidy'.

You know what, less the point now. More the focus on what Floyd is about to do.] Hold on! Floyd! You serious about this?!

[There we go. There’s the panicking voice he likes to hear. Floyd has to keep himself from celebrating too early though. Wouldn’t want to frighten Idia off.

Well. Except the damn chastity belt seems to prove as more of a distraction than anything else.

With a frown and a roll of his eyes, Floyd pauses his ministrations.]

Mrrgh, ‘course I am! And it doesn’t matter where I got it, ok?

[Besides, if he tells Idia the details, then he definitely won’t play with him.]

What’re you getting your tentacles in a twist about?

[Why do you do this to him, Floyd?! Why you got to force him into a panic to get off?! Gods! How can Floyd make him go back to a panicked mess when Idia is trying so hard to not be that part of himself again?!

It's not fair!]

You are! [Idia snaps out, dropping his phone to the desk to tug at his hair.] Why do I put up with you at all?! [Fuck it,] You want to see me? Fine! [Grabbing up his phone again to start a video.

Of Idia middle finger,] Fuck off! [But also of him with semi pink hair and blush, showing that, yeah, Floyd had been affecting him during this all.]

Hohhh~?

[Is he at a breaking point? Is it finally going to happen? Floyd watches and half expects to be hung up on… but, oh, the true reaction is so much better.

When Idia’s feed flickers on, Floyd giggles and grins, teeth pressing into his tongue, and even when he’s flipped off he seems unperturbed. If anything, it’s even more incentive to continue.

So he brings his own hand up, middle finger extended, and slowly licks the digit from base to tip.]

You got it, boss~

[With that, Floyd uses his slicked up finger to circle his puckered hole, though it’s obvious there’s no need for prep when he’s already stretched well enough. What? Did you think he was panting for nothing earlier?

Eager to see just how preciously pink he can make those blue tresses, Floyd lines himself up and bears down on the tip, easily sliding it in with a wanton cry. He’ll probably drive himself crazy, what with his poor dick locked up and off limits, but in Floyd’s boundless desire for entertainment, recklessness is to be expected.

Sinking lower onto the toy, he hikes his shoulder up to his cheek and flashes a drunken smile down at the camera.]

Ahaha~ Lookit me go~ Bet you wish this were you, right?

Eeehhh! [Now Idia's hair in a battle between three colors; that blue still being consumed but now that pink was battling with orange, Idia swinging between anger at Floyd clearly enjoying this too much... and well, he enjoying it a little more than he wished. Stupid likes and kinks and all that!]

You know that's not what I mean! [Flames sparking and snapping in anger.

Before the camera drops a little from Idia's side of the feed, next words cut off and muffled as his hand snaps back up to his mouth, but not fully angling the screen away, still able to watch. He far less practiced at how to be seen best on camera since he never uses it.] Ahh, fffuuuuuccck! [What the hell? What the hell? What the hell?! Idia squeezing his legs tight together again, crunching up in his seat again as his face continues to heat up, those orange flames vanishing into pink.]

Omg Floyd... [It almost whimpered out. This isn't fair! Why are you doing this to him?! What has he done to deserve this?! Ahh, fuck, fuck, Idia needs something himself, hand drifting down from his mouth towards his lap... before snapping it away to hug his other arm to his side. Nope! Not that desperate! Not while on camera.] WTF Floyd? [Though far less fight in those words than they had been before.]

[Floyd makes a show out of penetrating himself, and agonizingly slow as it is, it does feel amazing. Every inch stretches him out wider and deeper and by the time he’s finally seated to the base, Floyd tips his head back and flutters his eyes shut, a languid, shameless moan spilling from his lips.

Leaned back on his hands, he gives Idia the perfect view of his front before he starts to swivel his hips, grinding down deep and slow so the toy ruthlessly massages that sensitive little bundle of nerves.]

Fuck… Ah~!

[he cries, purposely drawing out every last breath. But his babbling doesn’t end there.]

Nnm… So big. Your cock is so big~

[Intending to fully immerse Idia in the experience, Floyd plays himself up through the screen. He arches his back and flexes his thighs, gasps with his tongue slipping out halfway past his moistened lips… Before long, Floyd starts up a rhythm, using the mattress to bounce more quickly.]

Ah, ahh~ Fuck me… Harder, Squidy, harder~!

[It's not fair! It's not fair!

Idia refuses to find Floyd sexy!

And yet... seeing Floyd like this... it's totally different from last time. No drug-laced food, no annoyance at Floyd about the situation. Well... some annoyance, but that right now has been thrown right out the window. Around the same time Idia's phone hits his desk, the same time a gasped out,] Ahh fuuuucck. [The sound of Idia reaching his breaking point.

He really doesn't care if Floyd is somehow playing him right now, Idia needs some relief; impatiently tugging at the button and zip on his pants as a wave of his other hand floats over some lube, coating his fingers and palms in it the instant he gets his erection out and free. Idia's fingers close around his dick, worked up enough by Floyd's show he doesn't have to consider starting slow, already hard and needing more as he strokes away at himself.

What is he doing? What is he doing?! Whatever! Whatever! Idia doesn't care, a gasp getting loose as the initial contact before giving way to heavy breaths and moans he only half tries to conceal, needing a moment to remember just what is happening; other hand reaching out to flick that phone around so he can see Floyd again,] K-Keep going, Floyd, keep going.

[Too bad, so sad. You’re totally getting off on an annoying eel who’s getting himself off, Idia, so it’s best to accept this before you explode.

Besides, isn’t it nice to be in control of the situation for once? No drugs, no weird smells or rules to follow… Just Floyd being his usual incorrigible self on the other side of a screen while giving out a (seemingly) free show.

And when he’s given his own view, ahh, it sends a spike of raw pleasure straight down his spine into the pit of his stomach. Within the confines of his belt, he feels his cock twitch to life. It’s so painful he could cry. But, no, he won’t–at least not yet–and works himself exactly as he’s told, riding the silicone toy with increased vigor.

Man. If only this could be enough to get this stupid contraption off.]

Haha… Did I turn you on~? Wow, wow~ I must be–ah!–super sexy then.

[Floyd licks his lips and greedily devours the sight before him. Idia all flustered and pink, hand pumping his dick like his life depends on it… For his effort, Idia will yet again receive a generous display of tongue hanging limply from the corner of Floyd’s mouth. He’s far from quiet, far from stopping; panting and drooling better than any of the actors in those stupid late night porn videos (at least in his mind).]

Ahh… C’mon, tell me… Am I~? Am I doin’ a good job~?

[OMFG, Floyd, STFU. Don't remind Idia just what is happening. Let him just fall into that fog of pleasure and not think.] Shut up, shut up. [Ahhh, is this what hate fucking is like? Because, gods! Seeing Floyd like that, even hearing him like that despite Idia hating what Floyd was saying, that it was coming from Floyd...

It's so good! What is wrong with him?! Getting off to this! Is this what like watching camgirls and camguys like? But even more intense, Floyd working for an audience of one.

Damn you Floyd!] Y-Yeah. Real good, Floyd. Real good~ [Idia pants away, mouth parted, eyes half hooded, gaze glued to the screen and Floyd putting on such a show. So very past gone by now, all those worries before completely gone as Idia falls into that numbness of pleasure. No thoughts. No worries. Just wanting.]

[Grinning and panting, Floyd keeps moving… but suddenly sinks down onto the toy and stops all together. Oh. Is he enjoying himself? Finally getting into it?

Too bad.

Running a hand through his hair, Floyd leans back to show off his bare skin, heaving and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. So much for “far from stopping.”]

Hey…

[he drawls as he lazily rolls his head along his shoulders.]

You got any toys too?

[Mmmmmmmmm- wait... what? Idia caught up in the that haze several moments longer before he realizes Floyd isn't moving anymore, thought still not really able to process what Floyd is up to. Too caught up in need, Idia's hand not stopping as he keeps working himself, though slowing for a moment as his brain catches up to that question.] W-What?

Y-yeah, 'course, I customize them. [Duuuuhhhh! Of course he has toys. Idia has a lot! Half of them were in parts. But he has toys.]

Then~? Why aren’t you playing with ‘em?

[Floyd doesn’t care what it is so long as it’s interesting. Doesn’t he deserve to see Idia mess around with something too?]

[...what? Idia's brows dropping as his gaze starts to refocus, hand stilling as his brain moves out of that fog and catches up to what is happening.

And he doesn't like it!] W-W-What? W-Why? [Why you ruining a good thing right now, Floyd?]

Why not? I’m playing with one, so it’s only fair if you do too.

[He puffs his cheeks and, no, he won’t be fucking himself… just yet. Hmph!]

[Idia splutters for several moments before being able to form actual words.] I didn't ask or force you to do that! You chose to! Why do you get to make the rules about this?! [This is such a downer...

...even if Idia is so tempted to keep going. To just give in and... go for it. But what if he does?! Floyd will just assume he can get away with this any time then! But... he's feeling really good... and was really enjoying the show... and... ehhh...

OK. OK! But with one requirement,] Fine, but don't you pull some sneaky shit like... cutting feed just before I'm about to cum or something. Just 'cause you're trapped don't mean gotta take your frustrations out on me, got it? [...then another dilemma, Idia muttering,] I donno what to pick...

Yay~!

[What was all that about making the rules? No idea. Not a single clue. All Floyd knows and cares about is that Idia’s going along with it.

Excited, he flops backward onto the bed–toy still embedded inside him, of course–and adjusts the camera so it hovers overhead, giving Idia a lovely view of his precious, kissable moray face.]

You could piiick the biggest one! Or the most colorful one! Oh, d’you got one that plays music? Use that one!

[All those suggestions are knocking Idia further and further out of the mood and making himself question more and more just WTF IS HE DOING RIGHT NOW?! Eehhhhh! Why is he doing this?!]

I'm not using the biggest one! [He snaps at Floyd, his phone hitting the desk to look straight up to the ceiling, but there is the sound of his chair moving and his voice going a few steps away to look through options.] And I don't got a music one... yet. [That's an interesting idea... for the right client. Ooh,] I should make one that reacts to music... [Ok, getting distracted by ideas now...

Wait! Focus! Ehh. Hmm, well, this is something he wanted to try out so... ok? The sounds of grumbling from the background as Idia struggles with the confidence to keep going on this, Floyd able to hear him muttering,] I can't believe I'm doing this. WTF is wrong with me? [To himself... but,] G-Gimme a moment... ok? To, ah... get sorted...

[Floyd tilts his head while Idia rambles on and shuffles about in the background.]

Geez, how many toys d’you got, Squidy?

[Surely it can’t take that long to come up with something when you’re so horny. Floyd puffs his cheeks as he thinks it then grips the base of his own toy to start pumping it at a steady pace. Something to keep himself occupied, you know? Mngh, but it’s not as exciting if Idia isn’t watching!]

Squidyyy… Hurry up.

A-A lot! Ok?! S-Shut up! [More sounds of movement, the sound of someone settling on a bed and,] Omg why am I doing this omg? [Of Idia muttering to himself, followed by some low moans, a few soft but stuttered breaths. But still enough concentration left to complain to Floyd still from off camera.]

Why can't you just watch my cam clone?! Why it gotta be actually me you're doing this to?! [Not that that is much better but... it exists out there, Idia's accepted it now. Not sure how he feels about what his clone does... doesn't want to think about it too much... but it is what it is.] How did you, aah~, how you talk me into this?!

[Floyd rolls his eyes and blows a raspberry at all the complaining.]

Because the real thing's more fun~

[He snickers and picks up the pace of his hand just a little bit more, filling the room with more sloppy, wet noises.]

Even if the real thing doesn't wanna fuck me for some dumb reason~

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