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Sit means sit, not hover. Vox reminded Ike of that every now and then, as they were sitting in the local library. Ike couldn't help but move, struggling to read his book.
"What is the matter, Ikey?" The other asks, pretending to be clueless. "You seem to be struggling to keep still, what gives?"
"It gives that the settings are too strong, and they're destroying me you-know-where!" Ike replies in a whisper, frustrated and visibly bothered.
Sitting inside Ike was a decently sized dildo, that worked as a vibrator too. adorning his covered body was a simple shibari blue rope, though that was obviously only for Vox to see, when they would've got home.
"Vox you're so mean!" Ike complains, trying his best to find a position in which his throbbing member wasn't showing as much in the tent of his pants.
"You like mean." Vox reminds him. It's funny, because it's true. Even though they did do it vanilla most of the times, When they had extra time and were particularly in the mood they would get extremely into scenes and BDSM. They took turns to Dom and Sub, and Top and Bottom,
(Ike would be a soft dom and a bratty sub.
Vox a hard dom and a way too obedient sub, how ironic.)
Ike huffs and rolls his eyes, his cheeks as red as Vox's red highlights.
"Go on. concentrate on your book, Ike."
Ike's leg bounces up and down as he tries indeed to concentrate. "So annoying! I bet that if it wasn't for- aahn- the toys, you wouldn't be this confident in trying to- hh- tame me." Ike says, and it clicks something in Vox.
Annoyed by the statement, Vox sets the vibrator at a speed that Ike thinks is not possibly existent. Vox smiles as soon as he sees Ike lightly slam his hand on the table."I'd show you what I'm capable of, but we're in a library."
Ike's eyes close in struggle and his mouth is sealed by an invisible thread, his mind. "Mm." is all he lets escape his lips. a little hum. "Vox please." Ike whispers.
"Please what? speak up."
"We' re in public, it's loud. I'm,, you know.There." Ike says, hoping that Vox would take the hint.
Vox smiles. "Awh, can't take it anymore?" Ike nods. "So cute, is this all it takes to tame you?"
"It is for myself that I'm keeping it down- ahhn- but if I wanted to, I could scream any moment and make it y-your fault." Ike smiles.
Now in the bathroom stall that they didn't bother to lock, they're so close to each other that they might kiss. Might.
Ike spits on him."You're annoying."
Vox wipes off the spit and looks at it with disgust. "How dare you, brat." He scolds, slapping Ike with the same hand filthy with spit. "Spitting on me, like that? where's the respect?"
Ike's cheek tints in red, a handprint showing up. Ike falls on the toilet as Vox sets the setting of the vibrator on a higher one. "No. nonono!" Ike groans, "Vox no! I'm way too close I don't want to! not- ahhn- not here!!" Ike begs.
"Oh yea? where'd all your attitude go now? Begging to be edged? are you sure?" Vox smirks, covering ike with his figure, getting on top of him- however it was possible in that stall. Taking his member out, Vox gave an experimental stroke.
"AHN!" Ike moaned, cumming all over his novelist, pure white attire. "No!"
"I barely even touched you, literally took you one stroke? Weak." He mocks, "the little sound you made, 'ahnn', that was so cute."
"..."
"Too bad we're not done yet."