[ What is this?? Every brush of Aikuro's tongue sends sharp sparks through him, straight up his spine, that spreads in waves across his skin and makes him shiver. It's odd, to shiver like that when he's so hot, when he has to pant for breath like he's a dog that needs to cool down and, god, he feels like a ... a porn star? If porn stars feel stupid. They've got to feel stupid!
It's already pretty overwhelming before Aikuro applies more pressure. When that tongue pushes more firmly, Gintoki jerks with it, throwing his head back with a moan he doesn't manage to bite back or suppress. The next moment he slumps, struggling to say upright, knuckles white as he holds tight onto the rack and presses the other hand against the wall. Ahh, shit. He won't be able to stay upright! He's not sure if he's shaking all over with the effort to stand, or because of that fucking tongue. Either way, it's a damn miracle he doesn't fall to his knees.
He tries bracing on his arm, leaning his forehead against it as he grits his teeth to try and shut the groans in. (It's not very successful.) It's better, except his eyes are drawn to the erection between his legs, to the precum dripping from the tip and, shit, he's going to come if this keeps up, he really is. Any second now. He can just feel it. ]
Ai-Aikuro--
[ Then just like that it stops, and the only reason he doesn't lose his footing is probably pure willpower combined with the fact that Aikuro wraps his arms around him and holds him close. Ahh, shit.
He was so close, and even those arms around him are enough to make him suck in a sharp breath through his teeth. He presses his cheek to the wall - the nice, cool wall - and makes a quiet sound when Aikuro puts his dick right between his ass cheeks. And what does Gintoki do? He freaking rocks his hips against it, just once, before he even has a chance to register it. And when he does he's immediately embarrassed, and covers his face with one hand. ]
Sh-shut up!
[ Yeah, that showed him!
Ugh, Gintoki, you're stupid. You're dumb. Why can't you just shut up? ]
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It's already pretty overwhelming before Aikuro applies more pressure. When that tongue pushes more firmly, Gintoki jerks with it, throwing his head back with a moan he doesn't manage to bite back or suppress. The next moment he slumps, struggling to say upright, knuckles white as he holds tight onto the rack and presses the other hand against the wall. Ahh, shit. He won't be able to stay upright! He's not sure if he's shaking all over with the effort to stand, or because of that fucking tongue. Either way, it's a damn miracle he doesn't fall to his knees.
He tries bracing on his arm, leaning his forehead against it as he grits his teeth to try and shut the groans in. (It's not very successful.) It's better, except his eyes are drawn to the erection between his legs, to the precum dripping from the tip and, shit, he's going to come if this keeps up, he really is. Any second now. He can just feel it. ]
Ai-Aikuro--
[ Then just like that it stops, and the only reason he doesn't lose his footing is probably pure willpower combined with the fact that Aikuro wraps his arms around him and holds him close. Ahh, shit.
He was so close, and even those arms around him are enough to make him suck in a sharp breath through his teeth. He presses his cheek to the wall - the nice, cool wall - and makes a quiet sound when Aikuro puts his dick right between his ass cheeks. And what does Gintoki do? He freaking rocks his hips against it, just once, before he even has a chance to register it. And when he does he's immediately embarrassed, and covers his face with one hand. ]
Sh-shut up!
[ Yeah, that showed him!
Ugh, Gintoki, you're stupid. You're dumb. Why can't you just shut up? ]