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【OPEN/NSFW】gets out a pitcher of lemonade for that thirst

sometimes i get tired of writing smut.
but then sometimes i just want to write smut, you know.

this is just an all purpose smut post for my characters.
the only thing i ask: both characters know and have established they're gonna fuck.

they could be already fucking, they could be just taking off their clothes, they could have just proposed the idea to one another, idc...

here's your options, hover-over for fun, then put in comment header, call-me-out style:

if you have any questions before writing something, feel free to ask here first or contacting me via plurk.. also muses available upon request just lmk!

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_{[ He only visited ever so often— that loud, vomiting puffball from space. Gintoki knew it, too, when Sakamoto was deep in the vast parts of space and when he was here in Edo, walking the Earth and carrying such a presence, you could practically feel it as much as you could hear his boisterous laughter down the street. This was something secretive Gintoki kept in his heart, stowed away behind his mess of emotions. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if people knew that he missed Sakamoto? After all, he displayed his affection for him in spurts of denial and violence. He knew that behind Sakamoto’s beaming smile, there was hurt and lies there.

Maybe they had that in common— to hide away their emotions.

As the sky is blue, the grass is green— Sakamoto has wandered from his crew again. He found himself in a private setting with Gintoki; apparently they were just going to spend an evening together. Sakamoto, who had probably expected Gintoki to deny his request, had oddly agreed to accompany him.
And now, they were in a hot spring together. An outside hot spring that was illuminated with paper lanterns and nothing else but the star and moon light. It was kind of a strange setting, and it started off as just a regular bath— Gintoki putting his back to Sakamoto as he scrubbed his silvery hair and wiped his skin clean.

They had many conversations tonight. It was reminiscent of old times when they were teenagers, and now they both were just relaxed with their backs propped against the rocks of the natural hot spring.
Sakamoto should visit more often so Gintoki could have moments like this; that’s how he felt, but he couldn’t ever say something like that. With a grunt, Gintoki shifts in the water as he sat next to Tatsuma, arms folding over his chest. ]}

Leaving tomorrow, ah?
_{[ Gintoki was a loner, but he found himself more co-dependent in his older years.
A feeling which he hated. ]}

[He hears a wall crumbling as Gintoki speaks.

Sakamoto looks at the other man like he's looking through a window of broken glass, and he can feel the shards piercing his heart as he inhales. Gintoki has lived his life in a prison of his own design, holding his numb, damaged heart to his chest as he keeps others from looking in, from doing their best to fix what's broken.

Something's wrong tonight.]

Yeah.

[There was no point in answering, the silver-haired samurai already knows the answer.

Leaning closer, Sakamoto takes this time to idly brush strands of hair from the side of Gintoki's face, feeling the need to touch him. That was why he had offered to help his friend bathe himself in the first place, because he could see the loneliness in the other's eyes. Gintoki has spent his entire life being fixated on protecting other broken things, but now his children are grown and strong, and no longer in need of hand to help prop them up.

Stupidly, he tells the truth, after an evening of false laughter and jaded lies.]

I'm really gonna miss ya.

Edited 2016-05-18 04:03 (UTC)

_{[ Sakamoto has always been a very tactile individual— putting his arm around all of them as they walked when it was unnecessary. Gintoki was tactile too! But... it was usually just to whack his knuckles against that cheery, puke covered face.

Tonight, though, Gintoki doesn't feel like doing any of that. He's.. enjoyed his time with Sakamoto, honestly. It had been what seemed like forever since he had sat down and had a conversation with a person.

Then, he goes and says something like that.
I'm really gonna miss ya. Did his kids feel like that too now that they've moved on? His nostrils flare as he snorts, half lidded eyes showing nothing but emptiness and irritation.

His fingers clasp around Sakamoto's palm before he flicks his gaze to Sakamoto. ]}

Not even stayin' one more night after this or anything? Huh.
_{[ He releases Sakamoto's hand, turning slightly away from him. ]}

That's annoying. You're really annoying.
_{[ look how mad he is over the fact you're gonna go.. ]}

Edited 2016-05-18 04:46 (UTC)

H'oh.

[He laughs to himself, but softly, as though they're sharing something intimate, even though the words don't come to their lips right away.]

I've gone and made ya mad again! Ahhhhh, shoot...

[He bumps Gintoki's shoulder with his own, playfully.]

I was hopin' ta cheer ya up some! C'mon, c'mon.

Don't look so down.

[He makes eye contact, but his smile is gentler than usual.]

We've got all night! Let's spend it together.

_{[ Get over it, Sakamoto. You make him mad a lot. It made it really hard to distinguish what exactly made him mad. Gintoki isn't one to really communicate things like that, so it could be a number of things.. like..
The way you're looking at him right now with such an optimistic outlook, always trying to cheer him up! Why did it matter..!? Why does he matter to you?
Or the way your presence relieved him even if he would never show it and instead would scoff anytime you came back to Earth.

Why?
Had he really grown so dependent on these people that had filled up his life to where he couldn't bare to see them go?
And here Sakamoto was— leaving again– like the flighty space explorer he was. Ugh. What's so great about space anyway? Gin-san isn't in space, you stupid hairball!

He grumbles, blabbering some unintelligible words. Gintoki had a hard time showing intimacy and fumbled around in darkness when it came to that. Though, he glances over at Sakamoto, carrying an unreadable expression.

He didn't want to talk about it.
He never wanted to talk about it.
Those feelings— his true self. They had to be distant.

And yet, he cannot help himself right now.
He felt starved.

In a simple movement, he curves his fingers around Sakamoto's jawline, yanking his head a little closer to their noses were barely touching. ]}

Spend it together, ehhh?
_{[ A little closer, so that their lips are brushing as he speaks: ]}

That'll just make it hurt more, won't it?
_{[ His grasp is firm, obviously not wanting Sakamoto to go anywhere. Before he can truly react, Gintoki seals their lips together in a wet kiss. ]}

Edited 2016-05-18 05:09 (UTC)

[Sakamoto doesn't draw back, he should've been more surprised but he isn't, not after reading Gintoki's body language all night, restrained as the other may have been.

This is something he's always wanted to taste, no matter how disgusting. Sakamoto almost laughs, wondering if Gintoki can taste the alcohol he downed hours ago, but instead opens up to allow his friend to explore for a moment before it all ends abruptly.

Drawing back, he grins, as if to offer some kind of challenge.]

So what?

I like pain.

["Hurt me."]

_{[ Sakamoto likes pain of the physical kind— Gintoki seemed to be a fan of pain of the emotional kind. With his self destructive personality, it was a given. That's what he was implying, and maybe Sakamoto caught it, but maybe he didn't. That's fine.
If Sakamoto wanted to flip this scenario and make it physical, so be it. It'll just distract him from bringing up that topic we don't speak of (missing Sakamoto— who needs to know about that— certainly not Sakamoto.)

They're both gross old men— fond friends from their teen years, and even if Gintoki didn't express his admiration for the starry eyed merchant the way Sakamoto admired him, it was still there.

What harm was a little fun?

Gintoki shifts in the hot spring so that he is facing Sakamoto, placing his palms around the curve of the rocks behind his partner, trapping him between his arms. His eyes look empty and uninterested, but he has a half grin on his lips.
He knows that challenging look and retorts with one of his own. ]}

Eh, what? Do you now? You're like that rotten kid in class that hides boogers under the desk and never tells anyone— never turns in his homework and gets scolded by the teacher.
What? Are you asking for a good discipline now, Sakamoto-kun?

_{[ He lifts his hand and places his palm on Sakamoto's forehead, pushing back his fringe so he can lean in and look at him closer in the eyes: ]}

What kind of punishment do you think you deserve? Should I just decide?

[There it goes, the thing within his chest that flutters about like hot kernels on a stove, burning him from within. Gintoki's touch burns, and though Sakamoto doesn't turn to look at the pale bicep that's brushing against his own skin, he can feel it, but doesn't let that show on his face just yet.

Instead, he takes his thumb and brushes it over Gintoki's lower lip, smiling idly.]

Oh, and let you have all the fun?

[With little hesitation, Sakamoto spreads his legs and slides into the other's lap, chuckling as he wraps his arms around the other's shoulders. Gintoki will be able to feel everything warm about him, and might catch a glimpse of the light in his eyes before he looks down.

He leans over to press his nose against Gintoki's shoulder, sighing heavily and loudly on purpose before uttering:]

This looks so stiff, Gintoki.

[There he goes, using the right name on purpose to get what he wants.]

Let me fix it for ya.

_{[ You know, he had forgotten the boldness of Sakamoto. It's been so long. He really has, and he didn't expect him to so easily give into doing something like this. That's it, he's in his lap? Who does he think he is?
Oh, right.

Gintoki sits there awkwardly, feeling the warmth from the springs reach his cheeks— he registers every curve of their bodies touching, and the thoughts that fill his mind are shameful, which isn't very surprising for Gintoki, but you know. It makes him mad to have them so easily pop his mind over Sakamoto of all people.

With a gruff sound, he lefts a hand to grip the back of Sakamoto's hair and pull his head up straight, looking him directly in the eyes. ]}

I think the only thing that needs fixing here is your broken brain if you think you're going to have control of this situation.

_{[ Yeah, for real. YEAH FOR REAL, GET OFF OF HIM.
But he doesn't move. ]}

[That hurts, that hurts, that hurts, even though he should have expected it for being so bold. Sakamoto just doesn't think, he acts on impulse and while it works in his favor some of the time, this just isn't one of them.]

K-k-kintoki...

[His voice sounds hoarse, and while it's clear that he's in pain...

He can feel that little flag between his leg rising slowly. What can I say? He's a real masochist.]

Control, is it? You want control? You wanna, ah... Sit on me?

[NO!!! NO THAT'S TOO FORWARD]

Edited 2016-05-22 14:14 (UTC)

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