[ Ah, so he will really do this? Masamune glances up just slightly, refocusing on Gintoki with his face so close as well as feeling his own knuckles scraping up against the bark. He had wondered if the other would really follow through or forfeit the opportunity last second in cold feet. Actually, he had even briefly wondered, despite everything, if Gintoki might change his mind. Masamune is not aware of the other's attraction to him and its intensity pitted against any reasons for backing down.
So, the young warlord is pleasantly surprised when the hold on his wrists tighten and he is finally indulged. The aggressive behavior is fun to play with, something he doesn't do with women. He creates some light resistance against Gintoki's hold, but it is more for the effect than any want existing to get free.
The kisses are returned to Gintoki, eager and responsive with tongue and teeth while Masamune's body is inviting, hips pushing forward to try to better meet those fingers teasing between his legs.
Cheeks flushed and catching his breath, he is not given enough time to fully respond to those words, despite full intention. ]
I— [ He declares before his voice cracks with a shudder at lips suddenly against his neck. A soft puff of breath escapes him as he lifts his head up, pressing it back more against the tree in order to offer compliance. Admittedly, he is somewhat disoriented from Gintoki's progress along with the alcohol, letting his partner revel in any satisfaction he might be feeling.
He finally manages to piece together a broken sentence between sighs. ]
Mm... whichever is wanted. [ Masamune's words are not much higher than a whisper. Although he somewhat means what he says (even if he is by default not usually interested in making much noise himself), in this case, the young warlord doesn't even consider that Gintoki would actually want him making noise. ]
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So, the young warlord is pleasantly surprised when the hold on his wrists tighten and he is finally indulged. The aggressive behavior is fun to play with, something he doesn't do with women. He creates some light resistance against Gintoki's hold, but it is more for the effect than any want existing to get free.
The kisses are returned to Gintoki, eager and responsive with tongue and teeth while Masamune's body is inviting, hips pushing forward to try to better meet those fingers teasing between his legs.
Cheeks flushed and catching his breath, he is not given enough time to fully respond to those words, despite full intention. ]
I— [ He declares before his voice cracks with a shudder at lips suddenly against his neck. A soft puff of breath escapes him as he lifts his head up, pressing it back more against the tree in order to offer compliance. Admittedly, he is somewhat disoriented from Gintoki's progress along with the alcohol, letting his partner revel in any satisfaction he might be feeling.
He finally manages to piece together a broken sentence between sighs. ]
Mm... whichever is wanted. [ Masamune's words are not much higher than a whisper. Although he somewhat means what he says (even if he is by default not usually interested in making much noise himself), in this case, the young warlord doesn't even consider that Gintoki would actually want him making noise. ]