flameinthedarkness | Duplicity Inbox

[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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