[[ This is an roleplay between purrfectcatalyst and evillustrations. By our URLS you should be able to differentiate who played whom. ]]

Being evenly matched was not something Chat preferred. Each move he made, the akumatized had a move to counteract it. This time however, there was no counteracting. He had the upper hand he and intended to push for it. Within a few more moments, he had the Akuma on the ground with his pole to the male's chest. He had a smug look on his face, as the pole raised to prop under the male's chin, forcing him make eye contact with the cat. "I can't help to notice you've fallen for me. I know, it's a talent I have, but I think it's time our little cat fight came to an end. Now, give me your pen." His voice got a bit more serious as, his free hand fanned his fingers inward to make a fist. He wasn't opposed to using his cataclysm on a few items the other had, or even the floor under them. All he knew is that the akuma needed to be stopped.

Riled emotions securely under wraps by directing hit attention on the green ring on not green eyes almost broke lose when the feline threw him on the floor, his thud echoing in the vacant building they stumbled upon. Teeth gritted to prevent the noticed of violet deepening on his face by such a sultry line. Oh, if only the lecherous animal knew what sensations those words did to him. He couldn't though, Noir had enough advantages at the moment. The artist had been so careful to make sure to keep a far distance between them but he guessed the hero must have really wanted his tool. "Just like how you've fallen for my trap?" He lifted one leg against Chat's torso and pushed him off with one kick. He slashed his the stylus over his screen and formed a small barrier while he slide open a large door and ran through it.

How wonderful it was to finally have the upper hand. After all, he was normally thrown around by Ladybug and anyone else for that matter. He was so proud of himself that he didn't even realize how open he had left an attack. "Huh?" A moment of utter confusion washed over his face from the other's distracting line before a loud HMPF echoed in response. His body hunched over for a moment, left hand on the ground to support himself as his eyes narrowed darkly at the his target. "Get back here." He growled, visibly upset that his win was taken right from underneath him. Frustration rung through his being as he tried to catch up, slashing at the barrier in annoyance before moving around it and running full force towards the large door. "You know you can't hide from me forever. Don't you want this? Come and get it." He questioned, holding his hand up and flashingly showing off his ring. What better way to lure an Akuma back out? He had to be careful for what other traps the other might throw at him.

Crouching over a high beam supporting the ceiling and staring downwards at the scene, the redhead watched carefully while taking steps above where the cat lurked. "I much rather have you." An inner thought escaped lowly in the form of a mutter under his breath, creeping as quietly as he could. He never had these ... arousing problems when fighting against the little lady, why did he have to do battle with Noir instead? He growled at himself for finding some appeal in the other but he perked up at the ring being further away from Chat's center. "Hmp." A quick streak on his tablet and two long shackles wrapped on both wrists pulled in opposite directions, leaving the feline wide open- Impure thoughts invaded his mind quickly upon seeing the already leathered bound man caught up in chains as he erased the restraints and backed away, face flushing hotly. The akuma hadn't noticed a weaken edge and fell back. He landed on his side but luckily far away enough for the hero to have to dash a few meters to get to him. Evil grasped for his pen as he sat up with a groan but felt nothing. He searched and found it almost within an arm's reach but his gaze then turned to Noir.

"If it's a game of cat and mouse you want to play, so be it." There was a slight pout of his face, trying to keep his cool nature back. He couldn't let one little slip up get the best of him. He listened closely, hearing slight steps but unable to tell where they were coming from. His eyes slipped shut for a moment to try and pinpoint their location. Just when he got an idea, green eyes snapped open in response to the restraints now around his wrist. Slip up #2 A loud growl resonated as he fought against them, instantly knowing what was going to happen if the other got near him. They didn't budge and neither did him. So much for cornering the villain, but now he had to figure out a way out of this and fast.

Just when he was about to try and use his powers to try and dissolve the chains, they instantly disappeared. He blinked wildly in confusion, looking around quickly to see if Ladybug had done something and awaiting a witty remark about how she had to save him, yet again. But it didn't come. Instead he heard a loud thump from the other room and instantly focused back on his target. "Well this is very unfortunate for you. I'm not sure how my partner manages to do this, but now you're in for a case of severe bad luck." This time he would not get away. He lunged at the male, aiming directly to swipe the pen out of his hand.

Such smugness again. Hadn't the night prince done enough for one afternoon? "Oh, shut up. I can't stand-" Honestly, the akuma loved listening to that playful voice as he grumbled to get to his feet but gasped when those hands aimed right for his tool. He couldn't let him get that! A hand out stretched but recoiled at the dull ache striking his side for a second. He pushed passed that as it wasn't that bad and grabbed his pencil and met with Chat again. He needed to get him off his tail! His scrambled mind still flustered over seeing the darken object of his affection in bondage corrupted his thinking process as he quickly drew something he had never thought to create. A thick and ribbed device normally meant for women appeared on screen and inside the other nudged right between the cheeks.

While scampering off the ground and pushing himself on a wall the akuma touched the dial on the tablet and turned it to the fifth speed before smirking at Noir. But that expression of victory soon dropped after realizing what he had just drawn. A gasp caught in his throat as eyes went wide. A damn vibrator... he just created a sex toy inside the other male. "Oh... no." Well, if that didn't give away what he had been thinking, then the cat was denser than Evil had hoped. But, this angle could work in his favor if it were a good enough of a er, distraction.

"I see I've left you speechless." The cat couldn't help but comment on the other's sudden lack of words. "Now, now. This won't even hurt. You'll feel so much better without that parasite messing with your head." That and once he had the Akuma free, he could see his lovely lady again. The fight shouldn't have dragged on this long, and while it was frustrating to no end, he enjoyed the chase. Seeing the pencil move, made his actions quicken. He already knew from experience that if he gave the Akuma enough time, he'd have his victory delayed yet again.

Green eyes widened instantly once the pencil had finished moving. "W-What...?!" His body instantly felt different, but it wasn't until the dial was turned that it really hit him to the full extent of it. His legs gave out from under for a moment, making him fall to his knees, and his hands catching his fall. Having never felt anything like this before, his body and mind were instantly distracted just trying to get one foot planted so he could stand up. He used his pole as support, looking over and shooting the artist a glare. "Enough of your games." He hissed before letting out a sharp, stammering breath. He brought his hand up to the zipper and bell on his suit, determined to fight against this. "I didn't peg you as someone this perverse. I see the Akuma's corruption lies deep within you." He had to keep his cool, he had to, and yet, his body shook and twitched. He couldn't fight like this.

Back pressed harder against the wall as the artist truthfully hadn't a clear clue on how to react to seeing his- him succumb to the effects of the toy. He faced away with painfully obvious blush spreading over his face with his jaw locked and a brow twitching. Was that a shuddered breath his ears had caught? Coming from the mark of bad luck, it sent a shiver over the akuma's chest as he sighed as threateningly as possible. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?" He barked in hopes of hiding how... bothered he became. God forbid if Noir found out. Did he just say deep?!

Eyes returned to Chat as he noted him grasping his bell. What the hell was he going to do with that? Using his artistic eye, he noted the details of it leading downwards on his suit. Wait, was it a zipper of some sorts? Did he plan on taking off his clothes?! In front of him! Oh, hell no! He turned the dial on the screen to a speed seven while shouting louder than before. "You keep your damn clothes on, you little-!" But he took back his words and knew there was no stopping the hero with that alone and, against his better judgement, Evil lunged at Chat, pushing him to the ground and instantly straddling him. A terrible idea made worse when he grabbed hold of his wrists again and pinned them to either side of his head as some skin on his chest revealed to his eyes. For the second time, the redhead looked away by staring at the ring.

A loud "tsk" responded to his shut up line. As if he was going to silence this cat. He just had to get his suit open enough to remove the object and crush it. It was so frustrated from it, even his cataclysm wouldn't be enough to destroy it and make him feel like he wasn't completely being mocked. "W-What's the matter?! Afraid you might like what you see?" He stammered out, feeling the speed increasing inside him. This wasn't good. It didn't help that he knew Ladybug was around here somewhere, but yet she did nothing. He supposed she didn't really know what was going on and was waiting for the right time to strike. So he'd continue to distract for as long as he could.

Before he could pull the zipper down too far, his back was met with the cool floor. The increased pressure to that area didn't help as his legs twitched lightly with spasms. "Get off me!" He growled, just as the other seized his wrists and fixed him completely to the ground. His eyes instantly caught the other staring at his ring as he coiled his hand into a tight fist to prevent any more slip ups he couldn't afford. In an attempt to loosen the other's grip, he rolled his hips up against the other. A low purr escaped his lips in the process. His suit didn't hide anything, in fact with how confined it was, it only made matters worse for himself.

Lavender lips curled into a weaken frown, a bluff he tried to keep together while keeping his fingers around Chat's wrists. "Afraid I might like what I see?" Hell, he knew he would like nothing more than a finally unclothed Noir under him. Evil feared losing all restraint from giving into horribly lustful desires. "You're really full of yourself." Damn that wavering voice sending erection activating signals to his body as he kept his teal eyes on the black piece of jewelry even though it became inaccessible. His heart pumped too quickly for his liking, forcing breathing pathways to enter from his mouth as he could catch Noir's scent. No, no. Think of a way out of this! 'Just look at the ring and nothing else! Just look at the ring-.'

"Nn!" The akuma inhaled when feeling a hard throb between his legs from the other's wonderful purr paired with something touching him. Gaze of blue met with gorgeous green as he kept up that frown with as much strength as he had left, snapping back. "I'm not g-getting off until I... I..." He lost his train of thought when his stare lowered to the slightly exposed chest, bring out more conflicting battle inside. He glared another set of turquoise daggers back on the feline while squeezing his right wrist harder. "Get what I need from you. Your miraculous." Just to clarify.

His body twitched and squirmed underneath the corrupt male. The vibrations were only making matters increasingly worse as he felt his body want to give in to the feeling. Not yet, giving in meant the end of Chat Noir. Feeling the rough squeeze against his wrist interrupted his thought process as his fingers opened due to restricted blood flow. Wide spread panic washed over his face as he called out: "LADYBUG!" The room grew silent for a moment as realization slowly revealed in his eyes. Ladybug wasn't here and his heart sank. She had never failed him before and yet, there was no other explanation than that she wasn't there. The Akuma had him, easily and yet... His eyes finally got a good look at the male in front of him. He was acting weird this entire fight, and even with his Miraculous exposed, it was like the other was holding back for some reason. "You. Why are you doing this?! You've been toying with me this entire time, jerking me around like a cat on a leash."

If he had a hand, he would have face palmed. He can't be serious, but it was the only explanation. Instead, he decided to test his theory. His hips rolled up against him again, taking his time with this one so that he could feel every inch. In this moment, he kicked his pole into his left hand and extended it towards the ground. With his hand somewhat movable, he took the opportunity the grab the Akuma by his hair and pull him down into a rough kiss.

With the fidgeting and body shakes, it seemed to the demon the animal laid next to damn near ready to surrender to his urgent needs. The artist looked at his tablet and slid Chat's wrists together into one hand as he cranked the dial to ten, only three away from its maximum. A knee slipped and pushed against the almost violently vibrating device he felt through the clothes, hearing it hum loudly, pressing into it and further up. He took some pleasure in watching Chat's face before the exclamation for help broke Evil out of the sexual trance. Cyan eyes rolled. "Oh, how many times do I have to tell you to stop talking?!" But really, the infected wished to hear that same voice scream his name instead. Damn thoughts!

Taken back by the cat, his grip loosen as he felt fog gather in his mind, confusing his judgement while gaze down at him with parted lips to give a witty remark but he was left speechless again. Chat ... under him and on a leash? Could he ever stop flirting with him? This didn't help his current growing problem as he lost his strength to form fake negative facial expressions. "I-I'm just trying to get what I want from you!" His sentence sounding as natural as a nervous actor doing a cold read for the first time. His body yelled for him to start claiming that exposed neck as he stared at his flesh a little longer than socially accepted but another gasp, harder fell from his mouth, eyes glaring softly between them then to Noir "W-why...? You... h-horny-!" He felt the familiar feeling of more fog clouding his head when the feline took a slower rub of their lower halves. He hadn't taken into account of the clicking sounds like metal until fingers took hold of his hair. "Wha- what are-?"

All working cells in his brain lost their way when Chat closed the gap between them. His eyes immediately fell as his tense shoulders slumped downwards and a low groan, of all things, muffled between them. This had to have been some trap as the akuma did a risky move in rolling his pen out of their way and going back to holding Chat's wrists but his mind wanted to call it quits and just make out. Damn, Chat was pretty good at kissing but even as he pushes a hand against his exposed chest, the Evillutrator couldn't tear away from the kiss deepening on his lips. Whatever it's purpose, he... couldn't let it continued even as his body ached for another touch.

A few louder groans and gasps escaped the cat's lips from the increased vibrations and pressure. His control on the situations was weakening. Already he was mentally beating himself up for getting himself into this. He just had to toy with his opponent instead of cutting to the chase. Ladybug would be disappointed in him. Thank goodness she wasn't around to see this, even if he was hurt by it as well. She had her own life to live too, and he understood not being able to get out of certain situations. The more he spoke the more hysterical the other became. It only strengthened his assumption.

Got em. His mind was focused on that and ignoring what else was going on with his body for a moment. It was him who had to break the kiss, having less stamina at the moment from certain issues the other had caused. His breath was shaken, forcing the other to hear every little shutter and small gasps that escaped it. "I knew was good looking, but I never expected my charm to entrance an Akuma." He played off as being amused, but he was screaming on the inside. What was he going to do with this? Every touch and interaction caused growing urges for more, but he couldn't get wrapped up in it. Besides, he was loyal to Ladybug. Then again, he tried to reason with himself that this was all to obtain the pen and accursed Akuma.

"Wouldn't you rather handle me properly?" He teased, giving him a wink in the process. His head leaned up as he forced the redhead down again, only moments away from their faces touching again. He whispered almost against the artist's lips. "Get rid of this thing for me. (or at least a lower setting where his legs stopped shaking each time it pressed a little more towards a bunch of nerves.) You can do that, right?" He leaned in closer, lightly brushing their lips against each other as his hand buried deeper into the male's hair. His nails scratched along the roots, not letting up until his other hand was free and out of danger. Even now he was flirting with fire. He just didn't know which of them would get burned first.

Sweet noises coming from his crush stirred more tangled thoughts as he didn't know what to think of him kissing his enemy out of no other reason than desperation. He knew the feelings weren't mutual, not when he also knew the cat's flirtatious manners towards his spotted partner filed under a serious intent. This knowledge came from his human counterpart, Nathanaël. The demon settled eyes on Marinette shifted from the betrayal to the cat in malicious intent but a hint of interest rose and applying a ball chain to play with made the dots connect. The intent to kill the realization took over as he had erased the floor but he knew it was too late. How cruel for a freshly hurt heart to want another he couldn't have? It only became deeper when his human side began running a site just for Chat Noir, his admiration stemming from Evil's interest.

This kiss, as hungry he had wanted it and more, had to have been for some tactic in rendering him powerless but he had already tossed his tool, making this kiss distraction pointless to him. "Ah." A low moan dropped when the other male pulled back in a pant. Noir panting lightly under him send a pulse down there again but he ignored the ache and sneered. "I said be quiet." He couldn't even yell but somehow screamed internally when the other winked at him! Evil had to clear his head and see through the coaxing ways. His lips turned downwards by the proposal for ridding the only thing controlling the animal but they relaxed upon touch. His back arched to press their members together with the sharp scratches enticing him. Why did he have to have a kink for what Noir could easily provide him?

'Don't... get fooled!' He scolded himself and kept the grip around the right wrist. "Don't play with my emotions like this." If only the prince knew of how deeply he wanted him as his own. Chat probably never noticed his new attacks were directed at Ladybug and he captured the kitty to keep him safe. This time around, with the woman's absence, there was no way around it. He couldn't wear the mask any longer, stare softening as he allowed his head to tuck under Noir's chin, catching his heart beating. Body relaxed into the heat as he curled into him with eyes closing again, just to have a split second with him. "Don't... do that with me." He only wished to have all of him and not taste a sample. He couldn't deny what he craved wasn't just a primal thirst but something more meaningful. He shook his head and leaned back up and off his chest, pressing his thigh against the toy again. "I can do many things to you but I'm not going to yield to you. I want... the ring." No, he didn't.

The cat couldn't believe how right he was. Every action lead to another. He could see the Akuma waver in thoughts between wanting to give in and fighting it. Even if it was now a game to him, he needed to play it correctly. If the artist knew it was all a ruse, it wouldn't turn out well. "Make me." He taunted, calling out his bluff. Instinctively, his hand gripped tighter from the sudden pressure being added. A more unrestricted groan left his lips in response. He couldn't stop his body from wanting to be touched, to feel more, and be given a sweet release from the torment.

"It's what you do, Akuma. You toy with people's emotions and twist them to do your bidding." He huffed out, eyes turning to the side as if he was disappointed. He was playing it up, but his words were real. What he didn't expect was the male's act of affection. His free hand twitched for a moment before running his long fingers through his hair. Before he could say anything meaningful, the other was back on the offensive. The Akuma's advances earned him a loud, unfiltered gasp as his head arched back more against the ground. The toy was making matters increasingly worse. "You want Chat right? If you take the ring, he won't exist anymore. There won't be anymore moments or opportunities." His eyes slipped closed, gripping both his hand tightly as the vibrations continued to ring through his body. His flirty attitude started to become more sincere as if to reason with the cursed. There's no way Hawk Moth was telling him to do this, which means there was hope for anyone that was akumatized.

"P-Please..." He whined, playing that up slightly to mess with the other's emotions.

Teal eyes flickered at Noir's defiance, a surge of allure making decisions for him as he bared his teeth again. "I will." He released his hold from the cat completely and pulled the damn bell as far down as it could go. The tanned flesh caused a hitch in his breath, but Evil shook it off and grabbed both edges of the collar, jerking them back and around Chat's shoulders. His stare went harder on the toned body lightly squirming under him as he glided a hand down from the pectoral muscles to abdominals. "Damn." He was really attractive! The artist shook himself out from staring, closed his eyes and leaned down to hold Chat around the chest as he bit into the crook of his neck. He pushed the vibrator back in every time he felt the shaft slipping out, working his teeth in marking him. This was wrong but unrequited feelings were the worse and the akuma was no stranger to boldness.

He stopped his nibbling though and returned hovering over Chat's face. It was just... not right to do this but eyes turned sharp at the accusation, clearing up his mind. "I don't play that kind of game. I am not like that. I doubt you hardly have any desire to have me the way I want you." Reactions on impulse instead of logic always had a way to turn a big mess into a disaster as the redhead had tried to keep that detail to himself. He stammered while leaning away and sitting right on something hard as he reached for his tool and connected pen to screen. The young man didn't know anything anymore as a vibrating ring formed around the base of Chat's length. Evil felt the new item shake lowly against his body as he faced away again. Should he just confess?

Chat's eyes widened. He didn't think the male would actually do anything! he made a mental note not to entice akumas anymore. As soon as he wrist was free, he quickly moved his right hand behind his back. Now that his ring was tucked away, he could focus more on what was in front of him. "Like what you see?" No, stupid. Why would you say something like that? He mentally scolded himself for that. Then again, he did physical activity and was a well known model. So it was only natural for someone to see him as a bit more eye candy than most. The bites caused an instant groan as his left hand reached to grip the other's arm. The mask hid a strong blush that was starting to form on his face from each moment of stimulation he was receiving.

The cat didn't have anything to say to that. He had never considered being with someone, let alone an Akuma. It wasn't like his feelings could just change instantly either, even though his urge for instant gratification was growing. It wasn't until the other toy was added that he really started to lose his cool. His eyes shut tight as his grip tightened. Hips raised and fell as his head and back arched more. "Ladybug..." A name whispered across his lips. It wasn't a cry for help but more of an instant from what was going on. His mind wanted so badly for it to be her making her feel this on his body.

"I'd devour what I see." Palms laid onto the cat's chest, keeping his gaze away while holding down a moan. The right thing to do was just remove the items he had drawn but his neglected hormonal body wished for release as the one beneath seemed to be enjoying it a little, maybe losing his resolve? Evil groaned and pressed their hardness together with a bite into his inner lip as coils around his heart tighten. A scoff was met with the name of the woman who still hadn't shown up. "She's not here. S-she was never here." Hips shuddered while rolling down and rubbing for more sinful vibrations between his legs. Gaze traveled towards the quivering thighs then to his thin weapon as he flipped it to the eraser side.

In a few slow streaks, the akuma swiped away the shoes and pants shielding his eyes from more taunt skin while making circles with his hips into the bulge. Why wasn't Noir stopping him? He hadn't even fought back that much when pinned. The artist couldn't rationalize a thing as he cleared the feline of his pants, leaving him with the belt around his waist. Eyes begged his mind to wander down to now exposed member but he assumed the cat wanted to keep some modesty and decided not to.

The statement only caused a deeper, hidden blush on Chat's face. The Akuma was serious. It wasn't that he didn't believe it, it was just hard to take everything in at once. Each grind and press only made things worse. Getting it from both sides and the lingering marks on his body on aroused him more. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, to stop anymore unwanted words or sounds. The pleasureful purrs vibrated in his throat. Slipping up for a moment, he rolled and rocked his hips up against the Akuma's length. He wanted...He needed to feel contact. The words from the other didn't help. His eyes turned away from him, it already being difficult to look the male straight in the face. "Let's just say you're not the only one with unrequited love issues..." That's all he wanted to touch on the subject. Ladybug would never do something like this to him, but he'd let her. He'd let her do whatever she wanted and then some if it meant she wanted to be his. He was also grateful that the Akuma had his eyes on himself and not his partner. If she went through anything like this, they'd be catacylsm-ed on the spot.

The instant feel of cool air made his eyes widen. And for a moment, he thought he was at least safe as long as his ring was on him. Not with an artist that had the ability to create and erase whatever he wished. His resolve was quickly fading, narrowing his eyes for a moment looking for the right time to strike. He waited until the other's eyes started to wander, as he quickly reached up with both hands and wrapped one of them around the other's waist while the corrupted went after his wrist with the pen in it. His ring and the pen brushed for a split moment as he tighten his grip around the male's waist, nails digging into his clothing from the frustration he was feeling.

Leaning up, he bit at the male's collar, pulling on the spandex type material with a low growl. There was nothing left of his dignity, so he wasn't going to be seen as the one who just let everything happen.

'Unrequited love issues...' The Evillustrator knew exactly what Noir referred too. His human counterpart watched all the videos a girl named Alya uploaded to the 'Ladyblog' and noted the cat's little advances towards his partner which she brushed off with a laugh or pushed him away. This planted a seed of jealousy but never sprouted as the demon trapped inside couldn't do a thing but watch until the redhead's emotions had worsen earlier before when trying to speak to a classmate Adrien and only get shoved away by a few fan girls. Little fluttering violet wings soon latched onto another pencil the boy held and thus, the akuma returned but he couldn't have let his needs get in the way again. However, he sneered at the thought of the woman turning a blind eye from a wonderful man who treated her rightly so. "At least you are on the same side." He mumbled and felt a rush of heat by the sweet purrs and gave a groan.

By the motion of denial over Chat's face, it appeared the tension finally worked its way to him. His eyes were always the brightest hue of green, a color he liked as it stood out perfectly against his black suit. Knowing where this could lead, where it was evident at that point, the artist drew up a small bottle of lubrication before yelping at sudden hands grabbing him. "Nnn!" His back curled from little daggers cutting into his skin as he quickly twirled the pen between his fingers and flicked it further away where neither one of them could swipe it. If this was all to get his weapon, well, Noir had failed. He didn't care for the ring, not anymore, he just needed to ... He needed him. Another moan left with the squeezed but a gasp cut it short with the tearing of his front ripping open and exposing his torso to the other. "Ah... I... you?" He swallowed with a lick of his lips. He hadn't thought Chat would take any initiative! His violet blush darken once more as his free hand slipped under a toned thigh and lightly tugged at the phallic toy while he nipped at Noir's ears. He needed to take control before the other male thought of any ideas to dominate. "I'll remove this but only if you allow me to replace it with something similar."

"Are you sure about that?" It was a stupid question, he grumbled out of hurt from his partner completely brushing him off. He wanted to believe she was just busy and couldn't get away, but doubt continued to set in as events continued. His mind panicked for one moment thinking about how she could have been captured as well, but if that was the case, she'd be used against him as a way to obtain his ring and this right now wouldn't be happening.

His eyes followed the pen, but didn't make any move to reach or obtain it. Right now, he wasn't after that either. Later, he would have to free his classmate, but with Ladybug being missing in action, he didn't know what would become of the butterfly. The tearing of fabric brought him back to the situation at hand. "It seems you're about to have the same issues going on. Maybe I should just use my powers on these clothes of yours?" It was a bluff. Using his powers in this situation would be the worst idea, but the Akuma didn't have to know that. His right leg moved out from under the corrupt's straddle and wrapped around his hips. With both their legs open in such a way, he rolled his hips upwards, going in long strides so the other could feel each inch of length along with the vibrations from the ring. The ring didn't help with his growing need. If it was taken off, he'd surely release instantly.

Since it worked so well, he decided to move his nails up along Evil's chest and then rake them back down to cut the fabric more. His claws, while they didn't cut into his skin to make him bleed, were sharp enough to leave pressure lines and scratches across untouched skin. Moving some of the spandex on the neck out of his way, Chat bit roughly, sucking and kissing against the skin. He'd at least leave one mark before this was over with. A loud pop sound could be heard as he was forced to remove his mouth as a loud groan escaped. Did he have to mess with that too? Another deep purr resonated in his throat from the attention on his ears. "I..." Speechless for a moment, he growled lowly, gripping the male tighter. "I don't play submissive for anyone." except Ladybug.

This small tone reverberating pain from Chat painted the little lady in a negative light as the feline wanted his feelings acknowledged and taken seriously. They were alike in another sense as the demon hoped to soon kiss the hurt away, even for a moment. He knew regret would take hold longer than bliss but, that could wait. "You're fighting me and not her." He lightly twisted the vibrator, gently pushing it in and out, anything to make Noir feel good and submit to him. "I'd appreciate being close to you, even on a platonic level rather than aim at your throat." Figuratively speaking that is. He checked the mark he had made moments ago and it hardly appeared visible to the naked eye. Evil planned to change that but he breathed in sharply from little volts jittering over his member.

Chat gave a hint of wanting this too if his active role meant anything. He wasn't just after his pencil? Evil wouldn't let his guard down though, no matter how arousing the humming ring erected his cock in his pants. "A-ah... No-ir." He quickly twisted the vibrator, setting it to eleven, in response to the stings of teeth into his skin and claws leaving their marks. He sighed happily, eyes shutting but heart wildly ramming against his rib cage, giving the mark of bad luck all the access he could want to his neck. "I-I can remove my own clothes." Though, Chat had shredded the top half, there was still the matter of his bottoms still on. He couldn't forgive how tightly they clung around the hips as he stopped lightly thrusting the toy to shrug off his remains, mind swimming in clouds. The floor wasn't comfortable, at least for his crush, and he couldn't draw them a proper bed. Hmp! A brief sneer flew at that but turned into a look of surprise at Chat's increased pressure, as if a display to take the lead.

No, the akuma wouldn't have that. Not when he lusted for him first. Discovering a sensitive spot, Evil returned his teeth on his ear, giving a slow lick while shifting their positions together into Noir straddling him as he sat and leaned back against a beam. He pulled the lube bottle closer to them then played with the sex object, their tips rubbing on each other as he rolled upward and continued to kiss and bite his ear. He grazed his teeth over the shell and whispered with a lowered deep voice. "Then it's time for someone to teach you." Lips trailed on the light mark as he nibbled on it again, wrist turning and softly slipping the buzzing device in and out. "Allow me to lead our first dance."