[There's a disappointed look as they let go of Fukuda.]
Still hesitant? Well, well, well. I certainly won't wait for you to make up your mind. Join us, or don't, bitch. Act, already.
[And with a grin, they turn back towards Omi to slide a hand behind his head and pull him into a kiss. Sorry, Fukuda. Take your conflicted feelings elsewhere, Douman is just going to kiss your Envy crush now.]
[You either take, or it's taken from you. Omi knows this very well. If you get a chance, pounce on it. He's not the type to let things go, not when it comes to this. Not now.
Maybe it's cruel to do to Fukuda who's just admitted that he doesn't know what he wants.
Omi knows. So he'll take. He kisses into Douman's mouth, rough and insistent. He's here, they're here, for now Douman's attention is his.]
[Part of the problem is his general disinclination to get involved, to assert himself, The other problem is picking a target.
After a few moments of just thinking and Looking as that Feeling mounts, he decides Douman instigated this, so, he moves to stand behind Omi, his chin resting on Omi's shoulder as his hands shift to slip under his shirt, up, up his chest before dragging down, nails digging in like he's trying to pry something open.]
[That's what they like about Omi. Omi is straightforward. Omi knows what he wants.]
[And of course, Fukuda took the bait. Douman grins into the kiss, seeing the man move out of the corner of their eyes, and as the man puts his hands under the other's shirt, Douman replies by grasping Omi by the sides of his face with both hands to keep him where he is.]
[Look at me. Not him, they seem to say, kissing him passionately, roughly. This is good. They want to see what else they can milk from Fukuda's envy. The lengths he will go to.]
[Maybe if Douman didn't start this, he'd turn to look towards Fukuda. That's not how the cards landed, and so his attention stays on Douman. Even without the hands on his face, his attention is taken.
They're different, there's no denying that. The heart of it is this: the kind of person who wants, takes and acts on their desires is the person Omi respects the most. No hesitation in his own actions. Not now.
He shifts his body closer to Douman, pressing against them, and moaning into the kiss. His hands are already undoing their clothing. Closer, more, take what is given.]
[He's being completely ignored now, he sees. He was too slow, or maybe, simply, there wasn't really any room for him in the first place. He gently dissociates for a second and thinks longingly about being on team Despair because then he could just give up and sink to the floor. Those sad bastards have it so easy.
But he's not on that team, and really, if he's pushed far enough to do something with lasting consequences, is it really his fault? Isn't it theirs for forcing him to that extreme? He digs his fingers into the warm flesh of Omi's stomach, trying to draw blood, though of course he can't accomplish the sort of feats Douman can, with teeth or nails.]
Omi... don't ignore me. [He'll say, his voice lowered to its deepest rumble, before shifting to bite down on Omi's neck.]
[Again, ignoring Fukuda. Oh, they know what he's doing. And it pleases Douman to deny out of spite, not because he dislikes Fukuda, but because they want to see the man squirm under the weight of jealousy.]
[They're starting to move back towards the bed and pulling Omi along, letting Omi undo the knots and ties of their robes. One hand moves to rest on Fukuda's head, briefly...before pulling back to yank at Omi's hair with a pleased rumble of a sound. If the other man will have one part of the neck, then Douman will have the other, moving in to bite down on the other side with a low moan.]
[He doesn't scream, but he moans. Between two different bites and the scratches down his front he's already hard. Maybe Fukuda didn't break skin, but it's impossible to ignore.
Douman's tugging him towards the bed. Omi doesn't really resist it.
His hands are busy with all the intricacies of Douman's clothing. But once it's mostly undone, he moves his hand down, twisting his fingers together with Fukuda's just for a moment.
[Honestly, he was on the verge of giving up. It's not his nature at this point to vie so viciously for attention, not like this. And maybe he really wasn't wanted... But then, Omi takes his hand, that short, subtle, tacit invitation. Fukuda's not good at subtleties but in a situation like this he's desperate to take any sign to keep going. Douman, too even, maybe that gentle touch of his head was a mistake, but maybe it was encouragement.
Still, he hesitates while still holding onto Omi, so by some arcane combination of that hesitation, Douman pulling Omi away, and Fukuda suddenly shifting his weight so he can follow after, he entirely loses his balance, and his grip tightens on Omi fruitlessly as he falls, which means he's either going to dangle sadly from this beef frame or Omi's coming down with him.]
[Douman, in the middle of pulling Omi to the bed, lets out a surprised noise as the momentum pulls not one man, but two on top of them. Cheeks a little flushed from the shock of it, they freeze, not knowing what to do, before attempting to wrap an arm around the both of them to pull them in.]
[Honestly, he has half a mind to continue to be spiteful, but... he's really more retaliatory, and if Douman's back to acknowledging his existince.... he's just going to lay his head on the cliddies.]
The look on your face...ah. How wonderful. Your innate jealousy... [And they turn their head to capture Fukuda's lips in a kiss, murmuring.] Like sweet, sweet nectar.
Anyway he is more than placated for now, being the one who gets attention, and he'll lean into the kiss, even as he tightens his grip on Omi's hand. I WILL have my cake and eat it too.]
[A little moan of a noise into the kiss - Douman's eyelids flutter from the spike of pleasure, their hands curling on both men's backs. However, not to be deterred, he smirks at Omi even as he tilts his head, bites lightly against Fukuda's jawline.]
Wait your turn.
[Yeah, he's practically asking for Omi to try more.]
[ He's stubborn and competitive when it comes down to it. Even when he says he isn't, he is. His free hand threads through Douman's hair and he moves to bite at their neck. ]
[Hm. First they were vying for Omi's attention, now Douman's?
Hm, it's fine, actually. The important thing is he's no longer being ignored? And currently, Omi is standing in the way of that. "Didn't you desperately want Omi's attention like 30 seconds ago?" That's the past!! This is now.
So he.... shoves??? Omi???? You heard the man!!! It's his turn right now!!! Begone, thot.]
[Its a laugh that's all too delighted. They're delighted with the bites, the fights, the attention. What a wonderful turn of affairs. Douman sees to reward Fukuda with a murmur of his name and a passionate kiss, hips shifting against the other's body, needy.]
[Even so, they trail a hand towards Omi's head, scratching over the side of it, teasing and light.]
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Do you want to destroy shit you like, Fukuda?
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[Almost offended.]
I don't know, maybe. I've never gotten this far, this close to other people, so it's hard to explain how I'm feeling...
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[There's a disappointed look as they let go of Fukuda.]
Still hesitant? Well, well, well. I certainly won't wait for you to make up your mind. Join us, or don't, bitch. Act, already.
[And with a grin, they turn back towards Omi to slide a hand behind his head and pull him into a kiss. Sorry, Fukuda. Take your conflicted feelings elsewhere, Douman is just going to kiss your Envy crush now.]
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Maybe it's cruel to do to Fukuda who's just admitted that he doesn't know what he wants.
Omi knows. So he'll take. He kisses into Douman's mouth, rough and insistent. He's here, they're here, for now Douman's attention is his.]
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After a few moments of just thinking and Looking as that Feeling mounts, he decides Douman instigated this, so, he moves to stand behind Omi, his chin resting on Omi's shoulder as his hands shift to slip under his shirt, up, up his chest before dragging down, nails digging in like he's trying to pry something open.]
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[And of course, Fukuda took the bait. Douman grins into the kiss, seeing the man move out of the corner of their eyes, and as the man puts his hands under the other's shirt, Douman replies by grasping Omi by the sides of his face with both hands to keep him where he is.]
[Look at me. Not him, they seem to say, kissing him passionately, roughly. This is good. They want to see what else they can milk from Fukuda's envy. The lengths he will go to.]
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They're different, there's no denying that. The heart of it is this: the kind of person who wants, takes and acts on their desires is the person Omi respects the most. No hesitation in his own actions. Not now.
He shifts his body closer to Douman, pressing against them, and moaning into the kiss. His hands are already undoing their clothing. Closer, more, take what is given.]
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But he's not on that team, and really, if he's pushed far enough to do something with lasting consequences, is it really his fault? Isn't it theirs for forcing him to that extreme? He digs his fingers into the warm flesh of Omi's stomach, trying to draw blood, though of course he can't accomplish the sort of feats Douman can, with teeth or nails.]
Omi... don't ignore me.
[He'll say, his voice lowered to its deepest rumble, before shifting to bite down on Omi's neck.]
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[Again, ignoring Fukuda. Oh, they know what he's doing. And it pleases Douman to deny out of spite, not because he dislikes Fukuda, but because they want to see the man squirm under the weight of jealousy.]
[They're starting to move back towards the bed and pulling Omi along, letting Omi undo the knots and ties of their robes. One hand moves to rest on Fukuda's head, briefly...before pulling back to yank at Omi's hair with a pleased rumble of a sound. If the other man will have one part of the neck, then Douman will have the other, moving in to bite down on the other side with a low moan.]
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Douman's tugging him towards the bed. Omi doesn't really resist it.
His hands are busy with all the intricacies of Douman's clothing. But once it's mostly undone, he moves his hand down, twisting his fingers together with Fukuda's just for a moment.
Come on.
Join them. Fight for the attention you want.]
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Still, he hesitates while still holding onto Omi, so by some arcane combination of that hesitation, Douman pulling Omi away, and Fukuda suddenly shifting his weight so he can follow after, he entirely loses his balance, and his grip tightens on Omi fruitlessly as he falls, which means he's either going to dangle sadly from this beef frame or Omi's coming down with him.]
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[And there Fukuda goes.]
[Douman, in the middle of pulling Omi to the bed, lets out a surprised noise as the momentum pulls not one man, but two on top of them. Cheeks a little flushed from the shock of it, they freeze, not knowing what to do, before attempting to wrap an arm around the both of them to pull them in.]
Ah, Fukuda. Clumsy, clumsy, hm?
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Omi feels the mounting tension dissipate, and honestly he just laughs as he's pulled in.]
You alright?
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Sorry... I didn't mean to make us all fall...
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[Douman seems to at least acknowledge Fukuda's existence now, petting over his and Omi's hair lightly.]
You're very intense, Fukuda. Or at least, you can get that way. Now then...shall we continue?
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He's content to stay like this for a moment, but he'll look over to see what Fukuda decides to do.]
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Only because you were egging me on, Mr Douman... And Omi wasn't helping, either...
[Though he's still going to reach out for Omi's hand.]
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[Douman grins wide, eyes glimmering mischievously.]
The look on your face...ah. How wonderful. Your innate jealousy... [And they turn their head to capture Fukuda's lips in a kiss, murmuring.] Like sweet, sweet nectar.
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Omi is right here. Pay attention to him.]
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Anyway he is more than placated for now, being the one who gets attention, and he'll lean into the kiss, even as he tightens his grip on Omi's hand. I WILL have my cake and eat it too.]
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[A little moan of a noise into the kiss - Douman's eyelids flutter from the spike of pleasure, their hands curling on both men's backs. However, not to be deterred, he smirks at Omi even as he tilts his head, bites lightly against Fukuda's jawline.]
Wait your turn.
[Yeah, he's practically asking for Omi to try more.]
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[ He's stubborn and competitive when it comes down to it. Even when he says he isn't, he is. His free hand threads through Douman's hair and he moves to bite at their neck. ]
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Hm, it's fine, actually. The important thing is he's no longer being ignored? And currently, Omi is standing in the way of that. "Didn't you desperately want Omi's attention like 30 seconds ago?" That's the past!! This is now.
So he.... shoves??? Omi???? You heard the man!!! It's his turn right now!!! Begone, thot.]
They said wait.
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[Its a laugh that's all too delighted. They're delighted with the bites, the fights, the attention. What a wonderful turn of affairs. Douman sees to reward Fukuda with a murmur of his name and a passionate kiss, hips shifting against the other's body, needy.]
[Even so, they trail a hand towards Omi's head, scratching over the side of it, teasing and light.]
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When he's pushed, he snarls, wolf like. It's not enough to move him. But he shifts, thighs straddling Douman's, and starting to rub against them.]
Hell no.
[His nails dig into Douman's shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood. He growls into Douman's ear.]
Look at me.
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