[ Who really knows. Maybe it was something about Msaamune specifically (other than his money) that made Gintoki want to act like this around him and in this precise moment. It wasn't that Gintoki had balls of steel (well, he kind of did, anyway) but rather he loved to push the envelope and try to get away with something he probably shouldn't be allowed to get away with.
Gintoki is.. stubborn, to say the very least. He steadies himself, turning his head to the side. His grin has faded, again, and he can only give Masamune a blank look. A bit of excitement jolts Gintoki, curious to know what his partner will do— or what he wants to do, but.. he denies it. With a click of his tongue, he scoffs, red flourishing over his face again. Annoying— this guy. ]
No. Not interested. [ He is. ] [ Gintoki is known for napping and lazying around when he isn't on the battlefield, but.. he seemed persistent to have things his way right now.
His body shifts, legs spreading to hug around Masamune's hips. Then, his fingers twist, slip, and maneuver once more. Masamune's fundoshi is pushed aside and he presses both of their cocks together, curving his thumb tightly around his own and the rest of his fingers around the other.
He pumps, again, if Masamune will allow him, the way Gintoki knows is the way he likes it when he is pleasuring himself. ]
Don't be stupid. You like doing this— [ He slightly gasp of air on his part. ]
Bein' a pretty thing that is catered to. That's how you are. [ Gintoki, you hardly know him. How can you pass such judgement like that at a time like this..? ]
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Maybe it was something about Msaamune specifically (other than his money) that made Gintoki want to act like this around him and in this precise moment. It wasn't that Gintoki had balls of steel (well, he kind of did, anyway) but rather he loved to push the envelope and try to get away with something he probably shouldn't be allowed to get away with.
Gintoki is.. stubborn, to say the very least. He steadies himself, turning his head to the side. His grin has faded, again, and he can only give Masamune a blank look. A bit of excitement jolts Gintoki, curious to know what his partner will do— or what he wants to do, but.. he denies it.
With a click of his tongue, he scoffs, red flourishing over his face again. Annoying— this guy. ]
No. Not interested. [ He is. ]
[ Gintoki is known for napping and lazying around when he isn't on the battlefield, but.. he seemed persistent to have things his way right now.
His body shifts, legs spreading to hug around Masamune's hips. Then, his fingers twist, slip, and maneuver once more. Masamune's fundoshi is pushed aside and he presses both of their cocks together, curving his thumb tightly around his own and the rest of his fingers around the other.
He pumps, again, if Masamune will allow him, the way Gintoki knows is the way he likes it when he is pleasuring himself. ]
Don't be stupid.
You like doing this— [ He slightly gasp of air on his part. ]
Bein' a pretty thing that is catered to.
That's how you are.
[ Gintoki, you hardly know him. How can you pass such judgement like that at a time like this..? ]