[ that definitely wasn't the answer he was expecting, and naturally a vibrant red breaks out over his cheeks as he sets the remote back down hastily. ]
Inside someone's--?!
[ his scandalized expression remains even as floyd leans in to rest against him, far too amused for his own good while he explains the intricacies of the torture devices no doubt reserved for the lounge "after dark" so to speak. riddle can't help his eyes lingering on that obscene tongue sticking out at him, driving home the an answer before he could even get the question out of his mouth.
the smart thing to do would be to scoot away from his mischievous boyfriend, and demand a quiet, uneventful dinner. however, riddle would be positively lying if he told himself he wasn't at least somewhat curious. ]
Such unethical punishment. I will most certainly not be implementing these techniques in my own dorm. But...
[ like good prey should, riddle swallows audibly before glancing away, and even tucks a lock of hair behind his ear unconsciously. he still hasn't realized how foolish it is to offer a vulnerable neck to a carnivore. ]
I've seen some "research material" depicting this sort of thing, so it's not like I'm not curious about it.
[ when he shifts his gaze back over to the other boy, his expression is contemplative and leery all at once. ]
[ it's a shame because he's seen how effective it can be? training the students in their own dorm on how to deal with pressure--- it's one of the best ways to become an effective and efficient dealmaker, when there's something keeping them on their toes. keeps them in line. while floyd hasn't had the pleasure of having one inside of him, he's definitely been giving people things to think about... ]
Hm, well. If you don't think you can handle it, I'm not gonna force ya.
[ the mer-eel grins wickedly. that curiosity is palpable. he can taste it! still, when was the last time that riddle consciously held onto the reins? not that he couldn't control floyd when he wanted to; it just took a lot of effort. meanwhile, floyd always seemd to have the upper hand whether riddle knew it or not.
so... ]
But if ya wanna try it yourself, I'm not gonna stop ya. You gotta put it in me though.
[ a purr of a suggestion as he leans over, reaches down, and pulls a smaller drawer mostly concealed by the shadows of the room. he draws out what looks like an octavinelle-purple capsule of sorts, something that looks pretty innocent. just like the remote control. ]
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Inside someone's--?!
[ his scandalized expression remains even as floyd leans in to rest against him, far too amused for his own good while he explains the intricacies of the torture devices no doubt reserved for the lounge "after dark" so to speak. riddle can't help his eyes lingering on that obscene tongue sticking out at him, driving home the an answer before he could even get the question out of his mouth.
the smart thing to do would be to scoot away from his mischievous boyfriend, and demand a quiet, uneventful dinner. however, riddle would be positively lying if he told himself he wasn't at least somewhat curious. ]
Such unethical punishment. I will most certainly not be implementing these techniques in my own dorm. But...
[ like good prey should, riddle swallows audibly before glancing away, and even tucks a lock of hair behind his ear unconsciously. he still hasn't realized how foolish it is to offer a vulnerable neck to a carnivore. ]
I've seen some "research material" depicting this sort of thing, so it's not like I'm not curious about it.
[ when he shifts his gaze back over to the other boy, his expression is contemplative and leery all at once. ]
Which one of us will use the remote control?
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Hm, well. If you don't think you can handle it, I'm not gonna force ya.
[ the mer-eel grins wickedly. that curiosity is palpable. he can taste it! still, when was the last time that riddle consciously held onto the reins? not that he couldn't control floyd when he wanted to; it just took a lot of effort. meanwhile, floyd always seemd to have the upper hand whether riddle knew it or not.
so... ]
But if ya wanna try it yourself, I'm not gonna stop ya. You gotta put it in me though.
[ a purr of a suggestion as he leans over, reaches down, and pulls a smaller drawer mostly concealed by the shadows of the room. he draws out what looks like an octavinelle-purple capsule of sorts, something that looks pretty innocent. just like the remote control. ]
Turn it on. See how strong it is. Come on~