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BDSM, bondage, touching yourself, spanking, degrading kink, over stimulation, voyeurism, and public sex
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Sitting on his knees, Error watched Ink walk around him. Everyone always assumed Error would be a top alpha male, but truly he wasn't. He liked not having to be responsible all the time. Also, he was such a huge masochist.
His relationship with Ink was purely just for sex. They were still enemies and mutually were in it just for some kinky sex. After the first... session, they had decided to stay enemies on the battlefield and lovers in the bedroom.
"So, Ruru... you've been bad recently. Haven't you~?" Ink asked. Error smirked. Because three of Ink's vial broke in a fight, he started using stronger vials. However those vials weren't see through. After their last meeting, Error switched around all of Ink's vials after he fell asleep so he couldn't tell which one was which.
"I have no idea what your talking about, Inky.~" Error lied.
"Really now? Who else would have had the time to switch all my vials in between our last play time and the next morning when I had to fight the Bad Sanses, hmm?" Ink said, stopping behind Error.
Error laughed. "Come on, you have to admit it was funny as hell! Ah~!"
Ink smacked his ass hard with a riding crop. "I am gonna make you regret that, Ruru.~"
"Alright. Bet." Error said. Ink growls.
"On the bed, all fours." Ink demands.
"No." Error said, smirking. "You can't make me."
Ink then pauses, then starts walking to the door. "Fine. If you don't wanna play I guess I will leave."
"No! Wait umm... fine..." Error says, getting up and going to the bed. He got on his hands and knees and glaring back at Ink. His face was bright yellow and his male ecto was already summoned.
"Good boy.~" Ink praised.
"Shut up." Error growled. Ink ran the riding crop over his ass and down his thigh.
"Remember, count every hit.~ If you fall or mess up we start alllll over again.~" Ink said. Error rolled his eyelights and nodded. Ink smacked his ass again and again. Error counted up to 33 before messing up.
Error felt slightly overwhelmed, his body glitching, but didn't feel like stopping. They restarted. "One- AH~! Tw-two, three, ngh... four... Ah~!"
Each smack made Error just a little harder, the pain, his own moans, Ink's giggles and degrading comments, the sound of the riding crop smacking against his sensitive ecto skin. "What a little whore.~" Ink said with a giggle and hit Error again.
"Ah~! Forty two, screw you, S-Squid..." Error grumbled. Ink smacked his ass again. "Forty th-three!"
They didn't stop until Error got to fifty. Error then collapsed to the bed, panting and glitching. "How are you doing, Ruru?" Ink asked, concerned.
"I-I n-n-need a break-k..." Error said, voice glitching hard. Ink sighed. He knew all touching hurt Error. Being the masochist he was, Error usually didn't care to much but some days it was really painful and overstimulating.
But then Ink smirked. He had an idea on how to tease and punish his frenemy with minimal touching. "Come on, Ruru. Get up.~"
Error looked at him and raised a bone brow. Ink just walked over to the cage in his room. Why did Ink have a dog cage but no dog? Well, let's just say the two of them are really kinky.
