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General RP Owed Debt (Knight_of_None)

"A never ending one," he mused, playing along. He wouldn't mind that. "God damn, dude," he cried out, the other gripping his hair so nicely and slamming into that amazing spot. "What a slut my Master is~" Ha, he just had to see his reaction to that!
 
"Oh? What does that make you? My sex toy?" He said as hecjerked his hair again, the two pressing tight together, . "If anyone here is the slur, it's you- you love what I do so much, even if I've stolen you and your life-"
 
"Oh, hell yeah. As long as I'm your only toy." He playfully warned, glaring at him. His little attempt at possessiveness. "I don't deny that." Sure, he was a slut. A pain slut, a... Hm. "Why don't you steal something else from me, huh?" He said it mainly to see how else the other could possibly possess him.
 
"I own your body- I've got your life, your income-" He said as he let go of his hand, grabbing onto his cheek. "Your marked as mine. But I think I will make you surrender your mind and soul to me-" he hissed as he twisted and pressured.
 
The other knew just what to do and say, forcing him to look up at his owner. Daamn, why did that excite him so much? He felt comforted by the mere idea, the other just stating it nearly tossing him over the edge. He didn't want to appear so desperate to beg for such, after everything he had admitted to the other so far since meeting - since selling himself to Ishida.

"You're gonna make me cum again," he said instead, a small laugh covering up his want to admit what the other most likely already knew.
 
"Guess your body knows what you want to really happen-" he teased as he reached down to start stroking Lee again. He knew? He sensed? His yakua master simply would have deemed it do either way. Lee's desires were all on the path to his own, to utter strip him if his will to go without tye Yakuza that would control everything about his life in the end.
 
Yep, he knew. Lee settled with that, failing to guess the other would end up doing so regardless. It didn't matter what Lee wanted, Ishida would do however he pleased. It just so happened to align with Lee's own desires. "Mn, shut up and get off already." Inside of him, preferably. He reached up and pulled the other down to crash their lips together, Lee hungry for his master, moaning in the kiss as he was stroked.
 
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As Lee grabbed him, pulling him down, Ishida sunk his teeth inti Lee's lip in the midst of the kiss, pressuring it to leave the mark of his teeth even there as the collided agian, the yakuza's body firing its load off next, bucking against him harder.
 
Those lips shifted against his, teeth biting into the sensitive flesh. He groaned out at that, unable to remark as the lips crashed against his again. He moaned in the kiss, the feeling he loved filling him, his master's seed. That, along with his master still slamming into him, forced his load to shoot out next. He came with a strangled cry, his hips bucking into the hand that stroked him. His movements slowed, Lee panting from exhaustion. He rested his face in the crook of Ishida's neck, pressing little nips and kisses against the flesh. He was so content, nothing could ruin his good mood.
 
(XD "Now tell me about your parents")

As Lee hung onto him, nipping and and kissing on his masters neck, Ishida reached up, rubbing the back if his neck as he settled back on the desk chair, getting low thrills of pleasure the moment they rested. It whirled around them, binding them in the moment.
 
(lmao "well mom's dead and dad abuses me--" xD)

Lee was filled with warmth - happiness - as the back of his neck was gently rubbed. Lee ended up getting a little bit of everything from Ishida. Some delicious torture, followed by some pleasant affection. He really didn't need anything or anyone else. His arms came around to wrap around his neck, practically clinging to him. "Master~" he purred in his ear a quiet moment later, nipping at the lobe. "Give me my phone back."
 
"Hm...what is...how do the Americans say...ah. what's the magic word ?." Ishida said as he let the space nibble on him, his hands playing with his hair.
 
God, the other playing with his hair felt so good. He just loved those hands on him, whether they were abusing him or being so gentle. He pouted in his neck, giving it a harder bite, though it wasn't that hard at all. "Please~?"
 
Ishida's fingers pinched the back of his neck as Lee bit him, shifting to pull him back so he can gather his things. Pulling up Lee's phone to pass it off. "Good, here." He said simply
 
A small giggle left him at the pinch. He leaned back as he moved him, letting the other fish out his cell phone. Finally, it was his! "Yes! Thank you, Master~!" With it finally in his hand, he leaned in to plant a quick peck on his lips. He happily slipped off of his lap and went to gather any discarded clothes to put them back on. He would then flop over onto the couch to look through his phone, curious what the other had done with it. What was that about scanned for... security purposes?
 
As he flipped through it, he'd see the answer, nothing was removed, but whenever he tried to access anything needing a data connection, it would refuse to connect. He had no access to the wider world. His contacts were there, but likely any communication was going to be monitored. His applications seemed normal enough. His gallery....well it had a new photograph of Ishida, standing bare surrounded by steam, perhaps fresh from a shower in it.
 
Scrolling through his phone, Lee found nothing strange. He opened a browser and found he couldn't access anything online. Did he just need to connect to the wifi? He was pretty sure he had his settings set to auto-join the club's connection. Hm, strange. He was about to ask Ishida about it, but decided against it, figuring he could ask Takahashi later on. He recalled their first day together and he didn't need the other paranoid, thinking he was trying to escape. He couldn't assume what was on his mind one moment from the next. Opening his texts, he found everything still there. He was tempted to text Sam and Elliot, letting them know he was fine. But after that one night, he was hesitant. With Ishida's paranoia, he would probably end up reading his texts anyway.

Perhaps it was better his friends had vanished that night. He didn't need them seeing him drugged like that. Opening his camera, he glanced up at Ishida, considering taking a photo until he recalled the shutter sound was still on. He caught sight of the little photo gallery icon and saw something strange in the little preview. He tapped on it to open the gallery, a small smile appeared seeing Ishida standing there, bare, but absolutely beautiful. He had to wonder if the other had taken the picture himself. He was feeling quite inspired suddenly. The artist in him itching to draw him.

"Hey..." he spoke up, looking to get the other's attention. "Can I have a sketchbook? And some pencils." Just a few supplies, really. All of his stuff was at his dorm, inaccessible to Lee.
 
Ishida lifted his head as he was putting on his clothes. "Hm. I'm sure that I can those for you." It wasn't like he could fight off the entire club with pencils and paper. "What are you thinking of?" He said
 
Lee grinned, happy he had gotten a yes. "Thank you!" His mind was reeling with sudden ideas. "I haven't drawn in a little bit and I miss it." He explained, contemplating mentioning what he wanted to draw. "I've just been... inspired."
 
"Is that so...I'm sure that Taka, or a runner can gather it up for you." He said as he sat back down, picking up his own phone to start texting orders. "Probably can deliver it to your room."
 
Lee was happy seeing his master sit right down and start texting orders. He could have just had him wait, instead he was being oh so sweet, indulging his pet’s passion.

“I found that incredible shot you left in my phone.” He laughed.
 
Ishida laughed a little. "It was that or making it your wallpaper. Or being blatant and making it a dick-" he teased as he sent the text off.
 
“Mm, I could… but I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine~” No one else could see his master’s dick. He laughed a little, knowing he wasn’t supposed to be the possessive one, but he couldn’t help it. Ishida was becoming an addiction to the poor pet.
 
He smirked. "Oh? What's yours? That's a interesting way of seeing this situation..." He said as he raised a brow, putting hand on his chin. "Feeling attached?"
 
He nodded, grinning. He wasn’t trying to misbehave or anything of the sort. Attached… “Hm… you’re too addictive. My new favorite drug.”
 
"Oh? What are the effects? What shall we call it?" He said smirking wider as he leaned forward.
 
“Unbelievable pleasure,” he said with a nod, though he couldn’t think of a name. “You’re the drug, you can name it~” Something powerful, no doubt. Looking back at his phone, he looked through his apps, spotting one that taught languages. He glanced back up at Ishida before opening the app. It worked, luckily, and he searched for Japanese. As he never really used the app, only downloading it for the possible future, it was left unused. The language came up and he smiled lightly to himself. He would use it later, when he was alone. He didn’t want to alert the other to what he was doing. It wasn’t anything bad, but still.
 
He hummed as he thought on it. "Kanābo" he said after a few seconds, setting on the spiked club that was normally associated with the Oni upon his back. His phone buzzed after a while, the master taking a look. "Your materials are in your room. Taka is dropping them off now."
 
Oh~! Interesting. "What does it mean~?" He asked curiously. He was surprised to hear the things he requested would be in his room very soon. "Damn, you guys work fast." He was tempted to get up then and check.

The curiosity and drive to create art again were too strong. "I'll... Be right back, " he said after a moment before getting off the couch. He slipped his phone into his pants pocket, left the office, and headed for his room. He bumped into Takahashi, the male having already dropped off the items. "That was so quick, what did he get me~?" He peeked inside, too excited.
 
Takahashi stepped aside as Lee peered inti the room, a black book laying in his bed with a tin box, likely a full range of pencils and erasers. "Our runner had been out near a supplier. It was a easy task." He said simply. "The Tin has a colored selection as well as the normal range of graphite.'
 

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