#(&. 𝙄𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 // sho)

[zettareaped]

     “Heh,” 

     He’s holding a plushie that resembles what seems like a calculator at first. It seems that he’s won it from a game. However, upon closer inspection, it’s nothing more than an old school phone. 

     Upon realizing how zetta lame it really is, there is no longer an interest, and the stuffed phone is tossed over his shoulder on the ground. Did he spend a decent amount of t-variable and pocket decimals on it? Maybe. 

     “Tch...Stupid factoring hectopascals making useless designs.” 

[zettasins]

@psychreaped & @skullreaped 

@psychreaped asked: 

On full display with the way his body lays flat against the bedding, his head hanging off the edge while body bounces and hips roll against pounding hips. Each snap back into his body is one step closer to Sho making Neku feel as if he’s about to be snapped whole. There’s an impatience with the way he moves and each jagged push of their bodies slamming together is one step closer to him being pushed over the edge. Full blown consumed when sharp teeth take a nipple and bites down, moans out loud when that sweet spot is brushed against. Okay, so maybe there’s something to be said about lining up equations if it meant Sho kept railing against those bundle of nerves the way he did leading him to not even try and be able to hold back blissful sounding whines the deeper into ecstasy Neku sinks. The hand near his throat squeezes him just right and all he can do is moan against it. How long had his eyes been shut? How long had Beat been standing there, moving in closer, watching him being ravished and consumed whole by the other male? Neku’s hungry and he doesn’t even try to waste time with where his head hangs, looks to Best from his upside down angle before rushed and needy hands pull him out so he can start taking him with his mouth.

     He’d long noticed Beat’s presence before Neku had, a wicked smirk crossing his lips as he was hunched over the ginger’s body, ravaging him for his own pleasure just as much as for Neku’s. His gaze was primal, yet inviting Beat to join in as their third, the obvious tent in his pants not having gone unnoticed. 

     The more added to the equation, the greater the outcome, after all. There’s something so satisfying about the way that Beat’s face lights up in the moments like these that can’t be denied. He wears his variables on his face so plain for the world to see that it drips off of him into the pools of desire so thick in the room already. 

    “I was wondering when you were going to factor yourself in instead of stare,” Sho’s voice comes out as a low growl mixed with a purr as Neku was needily reaching out for Beat, his mouth eagerly swallowing down the circumference of his cock. Something that not only could Sho see, but feel as his hand was tightening ever so slightly around Neku’s throat. 

     “I-I jus’--It ain’t--” Beat’s stammering, his mouth not working as his brain is much obviously more focused on the fact that he can’t take his eyes off of Neku. Sho notices this too, and takes the opportunity to slam his hips forwards, forcing Neku to take Beat in further down his throat, where his cock can be further felt under that hand. 

     He keeps up this new brutal pace, causing Neku to rock between the two of them. Sho straightens out somewhat, his free hand coming to firmly plant on Neku’s hip to drag him back into his motions, and he leans over his form in order to take Beat’s mouth with his own. It’s a biting kiss, full of teeth clacking and blood drawn from fangs sinking into his lower lip, but Sho swallows each and every sound given into it.

     At least until he was feeling Neku’s body restricting around him, that sure sign that he’s about to reach his peak, to spill into a temporary infinity. Only then does Sho pull away from Beat, lust-clouded golden eyes locking on Neku now.

     “That’s it, go on, 456,” He rumbles out, pierced tongue lapping over his lips, cleaning away the mixture of saliva and blood. “Experience the convergence, but don’t you dare subtract the Dog.” he ever so slightly tightens his hand around his throat and he swears that he can feel Beat pulse under Neku’s skin. 

     It’s art, watching both of them hitting that peak at the same time. Neku painting his own stomach as Beat pours down his throat, their parallels crossing at the same time. It’s worth it, too, as Beat was staggering back, leaving Neku’s voice hoarse and raw as it whines for Sho as he continues to press inside of him at an urgent pace, one that was losing it’s rhythm but none of the power the closer that he got to his own infinity. 

     One last harsh press and he’s coating Neku’s abused insides, teeth sinking deep into his shoulder to leave his mark, a snarl of pleasure escaping him. 

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     “Can’t sleep. Too busy crunching equations I’m inventing.” 

[zettareaped]

@skullreaped​ asked: 

Would Sho even use a calculator? The guy did shit in his head that makes Beat's brain spin just thinking about it -- maybe this is a stupid idea after all.

But... ah, fuck it. He's already come this far. He's committed now.

"Yo, Pi-face!" Ignore the pink tinting his cheeks that he's definitely trying to hide under his mask while shoving a little giftbag in the mathematician's hands. "Guy at th' store said it's th' newest model or somethin'. I didn't get most of what he was sayin' but it sounds like it's pretty tricked out. Figured you'd like it."

     Roadkill. About T-5 away. Sho doesn’t have to turn around to even see which of his Yoctograms it is. He can always tell by the sound of his clunky, elephantine footsteps. A true abuse of notation. Sho was finally turning, head first, then body, in a full 180 to look at the other male. Golden eyes flicker down towards the bag that was being gripped so tightly it looked like the Yocotogram was about to burst one of his primaries, then up towards the pink multiplying across those scatterplot cheeks of his. 

     A gift. He’d really gone and gotten him a gift? Sho’s brows were already arching as he was taking the bag, peering down into it. A smirk slowly crosses his lips as he pulls out the sleek calculator. Oh, he’s definitely seen this before-- knew which set of coordinates this particular addition was being sold at, as well. 

     “You really think I need a pile of foundational trash to crunch my numbers?” He asks, that smug look never fading. However, in his eyes, there’s a twinkle. Oh, this is a gift that’s gone straight to the positives, Beat did a good job.

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@simiasung​ asked: 

oh you know math? name all the numbers.

     “c = f-1k-1oy!”

     Simplify that, Primal Prime!

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Anon asked: 

Leaves Sho a furby.

     This....This little miniscule -- no this degenerate case right here-- it isn’t even worth putting in one of his heaps! It’s nearly crushed under his grip as it’s eyes flicker open and it was cooing at him like some kind of baby bird. 

     The thousand yard stare, the odd mechanical whirring.....Maybe he might keep it....It was always a good idea to have an acute opposite a right. 

[zettareaped]

S3X VALUES. 

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@simiasung​ asked: 

yea? what are you gonna do? huh? catboy? didja say something? didja even get fixed? huh? you got rabbies? idiot? you wanna fight? with ears like that, tagged like you're a fuckin' cow? you wanna go? that it?

     So she’s looking for a fight? She wants to solve for this answer? 

     “Of course a tasteless tetrahedra like you wouldn’t understand beauty if it was a 180 right in front of you! My expectations for you are even less than the garbage floating around between those eyes of yours, so get out of my way before you get CRUNCHED!” 

[zettareaped]

Dating Service

“Tch…”

Can’t handle the results? Don’t try to solve the function.

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@crownshattered​

     His Decigram senses are tingling. 

     Just what is she up to? 

[zettareaped]

@peachrote​ replied:  "santa's a fucking joke." - shoka

     “I think you need to divide that jealousy, Zeptogram. My vector is the right one, as it turns out.” 

[zettareaped]

     But what if he crunches his numbers EVEN LOUDER? Just to spite the yoctograms. If he isn’t sleeping, then they don’t get to either. 

[zettareaped]

     “Heh. Take that, trash!” 

[zettareaped]

     A handful of dice are being shoved into his mouth. The gremlin urge to eat the click clack math rocks. 

[zettareaped]

     That earring has his blood all over it from it being BRUTALLY RIPPED OUT OF HIS EAR. Just so you know, Nagi. 

[zettareaped]

     He finally got his hat back!

     Take that, you braindead binomial!