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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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[ 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. ]

_{[ Whichever is needed? Just like that, Masamune is compliant? Well, he was to begin with in any case— allowing his wrists to be bound and his body to be submissive. It's fine, it's less hassle for Gintoki which he is all about, but he also gets a charge out of aggressive partners.
Not like he has experienced much of that to begin with, but still.

If Masamune thought Gintoki was a tease, he's absolutely right. 100000% right. The most convenient thing for him to do right now is to bring positive attention to their front parts, and so, his fingers slip away from Masamune and go to his own pair of pants, fiddling with the small tie on his belt loosen his pair of hakama. Masamune may not even notice what he is doing; his hot lips are traveling down to Masamune's chest, silently appreciating the build here. What a good body for a rich kid. A+, would probably bang again.

It's fine. Gintoki wasn't very open about his sexuality— or anything, really, that focused specifically on himself. There was a lot of mystery to him and he preferred to keep it that way, so it's no wonder Masamune is surprised he also swings this way too.

He catches a nipple very lightly between his teeth. I mean, this is just like a woman's breasts, right? He'll try that, swirling the flat of his tongue right over the nub a few times before speaking against his skin, voice carrying a slurred but sultry tone: ]}

Ah. How interestin'— tamed already.
_{[ He's not too picky, but if he did have a choice, hearing Masamune make some desperate noises would be wonderful. ]}

I've never heard a dragon yearn for its master.
_{[ "Master" huh. Gintoki, don't get so cocky. But look, if he wants to call Gintoki a demon, he's going to keep this going to insist he's a dragon.
There's some shifting, and voila, Gintoki is down to his fundoshi too after unraveling his belt. It doesn't take much but a slip of his own hand to push his own undergarment aside and...

Just like that, Gintoki is pleasuring himself right then and there with his hand. How cruel is he? Is he just going to let Masamune watch what is happening between them?
He hasn't broken complete contact, though. Gintoki still has a firm grip on Masamune wrists, and the air is closed between them as he is seated extremely close, soft pants beating against Masamune's collarbone. ]}

[ With this level of teasing, Masamune assumes that those courtesans are either really really patient or Gintoki's a really really good fuck.

It's true, Masamune is making this terribly easy for him, but the young Date lord tests his waters any way possible when with a new partner. If he finds them worth the effort, then...

—This guy has a nice mouth. It's distracting, the heat making him shiver from the contact despite trying to do no such thing. His teeth grit when Gintoki's attention focuses on a nipple-- he said he'd do whichever, but that doesn't mean he's going to go sound like a goddamn cat in heat like many women are so fond of doing. Twitching just a little at that voice, he sighs. He can get behind the tone but Gintoki's kidding himself by claiming such a thing.

—So he goes from "tamed" right to the "master" part, eh? Gintoki has some fine balls of steel to go there. How he continues pushing his luck, too, by suddenly deciding to start playing with himself and yet not be so self-focused as to at least let Masamune's wrists free.

...Still, the young lord would be a liar if he said he didn't like the feeling and sound of Gintoki's panting against his collar bone. Regardless, he can play this game. Like hell is he going to plead or make a fuss as if he he'd do anything to have that hand on his own cock. The truth of all this doesn't matter ,anyway—just the apparent one.

So, Masamune watches, observing Gintoki's way of touching himself. How fast and slow, where he emphasizes his thumb and where he seems not to get anything particularly grand from running across. ...And it's undeniably arousing to watch this, he admits silently. He isn't usually all that interested in watching other people have sex but he can appreciate his partner masturbating, especially while still restraining him.

Tease really really doesn't even begin to describe this one. Surprise surprise.

The One-Eyed Dragon grins. ]

...Hah. I admit I thought you lazier than this. But, since I was wrong-- [ He leans to bring his lips to the other's ear with him being against his collarbone already, his voice curious and passively taking on a persuasive tone to see if he can coax the other into doing what he wants without having to force his hand this moment. ]

Let me go, I'll do it for you. [ Honestly-- it's not a request, but he'll try and be nice about it. He really never imagined he had to worry about his partner pleasuring themselves before he got to them first. God, what are these street punks doing to inflate their egos to think they can get away with shit like this? ]

_{[ 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..? ]}

[ Masamune glances, his expression almost innocently intrigued at such a claim. There is no way that he isn't interested, the young lord is convinced, but exactly why Gintoki has decided to want to do things this particular way, he can't figure out.

He's about to ask, inquire if he just intends to jerk himself off, then (seems like a wasted opportunity)-- but Gintoki's movements crush any words that possibly would have formed before they can leave his throat.

Instead it causes an involuntary sound that accompanies his sharp inhale, both by the touch and the sensation caused by their cocks frictioning against each other. ]

--You! [ What the hell is he-- Masamune sinks a little harshly back against the tree, startled. His cheeks burn, watching Gintoki's hand moving over both of their cocks, his expression frozen in slight mortification.

It's... a nice view. It feels even nicer. But, that doesn't mean he wants to accept this so easily and that makes this an unacceptable thing to indulge in. ]

...Is that a fantasy of yours? [ Masamune glances up from looking down between them now, his voice more in control despite the obvious pink of his cheeks plenty present. ] I didn't know people like you were so desperate to serve those like me.

[ A smirk graces his mouth, haughty as he continues. ] You'd rather this than the other way around? "A pretty thing" sucking you off?

[ ...Even though he mentally wants to grind the other's dick into the ground with his heel for calling him that.

The young Date clan head is flustered and despite regaining some composure, it's still obvious. He's shifting his wrists now, deciding he's done making it easy for the other. If he wants to push buttons and get Masamune aggressive about this, that's just fine.

This was bound to get catty and competitive considering their personalities and Masamune's thread tolerating complete submission without resisting just snapped. He's fine with playing like this. Regardless of what the other does next, he best do it without letting go of his hold on Masamune's wrists. Give him a long enough chance to break free and he'll manage to get out one way or another. ]

A fantasy..?
_{[ Gintoki manages to mumble out through his jagged breath. It might have been something along those lines, but it also wouldn't have been the only thing that Gintoki has had a "fantasy" about when it came to Masamune.

...And a lot of other people too. He was a pretty dirty minded scoundrel with nobody to tell him he couldn't think or act or do a certain way— what did it matter? ]}

Yeah, right.
_{[ Gintoki, stop bullshitting.
His pace with his hand does slow, silently appreciating the slickness between their erections that leak between his coarse fingertips. His thumb shifts around, the pad of it running along the side of Masamune's prick, putting pressure along the thick vein trailing up it.
Gintoki was an orphan samurai with a logic of following nobody's rules but his own, but something about having Masamune suck him off didn't sit well with him. He loved blowjobs— who didn't— and if it was anybody else, he'd love to just sit back and get one but..

He wants to be the one to push Masamune over the edge. He wants to feel his semen on his fingers and feel his body react to his touch this way.

In a low, hoarse voice, he mutters against Masamune's ear. ]}

Didn't think a rich boy like you would want to taste me so badly.
_{[ He— a broke, poor, loner who only has opened up enough for one person; the person he is fighting for; the person who raised him into what he is today.

Well. If Masamune insists enough, Gintoki might comply, but as it stands, he still is keeping Masamune's wrists firmly planted. When Masamune begins to move them, he'll tighten his hold, but a part of him is curious to see what his partner will do, so it will be pretty easy for him to break away.

As he lingers by that ear of Masamune's, he'll nip and suck on the shell of it. ]}

[ Masamune doesn't like how easily Gintoki's touch is making him react. He can feel the slicked liquid about their cocks that's spilled and been mixed together between them and dragged along by Gintoki's hand more distinctly with him slowing down. It'd require less than a thought to move into the other's hand and forget about trying to do anything else.

Even so, there's really no point trying to stifle the pleasure that drips from his throat as that pressure is applied along his erection and the discomfort is felt. Even as he flinches with feeling the wet heat
of his partner's mouth on his ear, he sighs, not really able to find anything about this to fuss to the point of preventing him from enjoying what it's eliciting.

With his smile still present, Masamune speaks quietly, words only loud enough for Gintoki to hear because of just how close he is. Any further away and it could be debatable just how audible any of this would actually be. ]

Heh, I guess my tastes are a little more filthy than most would tolerate. [ He's aware he can use brute force despite Gintoki's hold tightening, but he's going to need a few moments to make getting free of his grip worth anything considering they are still tied. That's okay, though. He's still got plenty of verbal ammunition in the meantime.

While he will certainly be willing to get his way with aggression, there's always something satisfactory about getting someone to comply without it. He might as well use the time to make the attempt. ]

Let me give you head and I'll let you fuck me. It's not a bad trade-off, is it? [ It's said as if the entire subject of who would be fucking who was still out in the open-- or already in Masamune's court. ]

...Or are you scared I'll ruin it for you the next time anyone else goes to blow you if you let me?

_{[ It's.. not a bad trade off at all, actually. Gintoki is wondering if he's actually telling the truth or not or if Masamune just wants to have more control than what Gintoki is willing to give.
And, not that Masamune needs to know this at all, he's a little nervous he won't last long enough to even fuck Masamune if he's going to use his mouth.

The very thought of it, though, causes a tingle to run down his spine, following a twitch from his member. He scoffs out a slight breath, his thumb running firmly along Masamune's wrist, along the bony edges until his fingers slip, threading in between Masamune's—

Oh, hm. How odd. A merciless warrior like him showing such a gentle sign of affection, especially at a time like this. Gintoki isn't usually intimate at all. What was he trying to imply?
He lingers here for a moment, his pumping hand coming to a stop as he pulls away, looking Date in the face. ]}

I'm not scared of anything.
_{[ He says, a childish ring to his voice. His red eyes look more starved than anything, and promptly, without warning, he stands to his feet, the one hand he had in Masamune's slipping out to place on top of his head instead.

If you wanna suck him off, I mean. There it is. ]}

[On some level, Masamune is actually a little surprised. He thought for sure he would shy away, but maybe Masamune challenges him just enough to make that change.

...Well, it doesn't matter now, even as he feels his cheeks heat a little in self consciousness over the view and that hand suddenly pressing on his head (--not that the intimacy of that hand with his own seconds ago hadn't been make his face suddenly feel hot-- hotter than it already was?).

...It's not that he doesn't want to do it, either. In fact, maybe that realization is what makes the shade of his cheeks actually deepen. Ah, crap.

Not to mention, Masamune was also hoping to have his wrists unbound but-- it's just as well. That would have given him almost complete control of the other and the situation.

Finally, the young warlord glances up just enough to catch sight of his partner's face, bedroom eyes present and flaunted just long enough to be noticed before pressing his tongue flat against the tip of the other's hard cock to begin.

It starts slow and sensually distinctive with his tongue running and swirling over the head's surface. It's only once he has his mouth over the erection and his tongue having explored all initial angles via licks and kisses that he is now making progressive advancement to taking more and more of Gintoki into his mouth, slowing down to suck and please well with his mouth. ]

_{[ Sure, if he really wanted to show his true feelings right now, he probably would have shied away. He has a problem with coming too quickly, so he really hopes that it doesn't happen this time; he'd like to fuck Masamune in the ass before he releases, thanks. Who wouldn't want to do that? The real question, here.
Gintoki isn't going to untie his wrists— he figures it'll make it a little more challenging and fun for both of them.

Gin is watching him, expression not wavering, but his lips curl inwards to show an ounce of anticipation. Gintoki is quiet, for the most part, when he feels Masamune lavishing him with kisses. Warmth builds up in his face and spreads to his cheeks as his lips part, a sudden pant passing through as his knuckles curl tightly into Masamune's hair.

Please, dear God, he hopes he can stay on his feet. He can't very well ask Masamune to take things easy— not after his cocky behavior a few minutes ago— so he tries to enjoy it, but not enough to reach his peak.

His partner's tongue and lips feel a lot softer than what he expected, and he's good enough to not rock his hips into Masamune's face.. just yet. ]}

[ It might be because he doesn't want to end up in a position where he's suddenly choking on Gintoki's cum-- not because he thinks he'll come too fast but because Masamune doesn't have his hands to control or otherwise deny his partner the orgasm when it approaches-- that he actually does go relatively easy on the other teen. He even opts for the more challenging (and admittedly more pleasing for the person being sucked off) way by pacing his licks and sucks, how tightly his lips surround the cock, intervals between that just enough to keep from getting overly excited. Although Masamune would have made sure to do as much as he could to assist if he knew, anyway, he feels he's doing this right anyway when he finally hears that pant and feels fingers curling into his hair.

It's only now that it really hits him on what is challenging and fun and what isn't. This is fun, he decides. He likes how this is progressing. This position he's been put in as submissive is continually arousing and well enough for his cheeks to flush and a small vocalized gasp escape ever as he lets the other's dick fall from his mouth.

He does play up a slutty and fuckable facial expression for Gintoki to view as a reward for controlling himself so far (guys seem to like that expression-- although he's not sure it'll hit a spot with Gintoki particularly buy whatever, it's not like he'll see the look from Masamune very much). Then he's leaning in further to be able to start licking the underside of his erection, with a few backtracks to give attention to one ball sac or the other as well as more indulgence to the particularly pleasure-inducing areas, as well. ]

_{[ Sure, he might be going relatively easy on this teen, but it feels so good. He's really embarrassed by it, but it's part the process— he's hoping that together they can work up enough bodily fluids to make Masamune's experience later on more enjoyable. He's focusing on keeping control of his body more than anything, not wanting to reach his peak during this part, for feeling his cock up Masamune's ass just seems so much more appealing no matter how awesome this feels.

He wants to fuck this guy bad.

The face really does him in, and up until this point, he's been really good to keep quiet, but he's hitching his breath and panting hotly, adverting his gaze from Masamune's eyes once he catches glimpse of his expression. Son of a bitch. He was doing that intentionally— the bastard. The stupid, rich, attractive bastard. There are no words that pass his mouth, but red is running down his neck and chest as sweat trickles from his jawline.

Masamune is teasing and licking him again and he groans lowly, bringing a palm over his eyes to conceal his face slightly before it drops back down into Masamune's hair. He feels his prick pulse and twitch, the very tip releasing fluid that runs down the large vein that runs up the side of his shaft.

In a hoarse voice, he speaks, pulling Masamune's head back by the hair— carelessly and rough. ]}

Stop it. Masa..
_{[ He doesn't finish his sentence, trying to catch his breath. ]}

[ He doesn't want to stop at all, really. He likes these sounds, rather likes the way Gintoki is affected—although, he is truly at the mercy of the other right down to how easily he can be made to stop or keep going.

Since he has no choice, the darker-haired teen finds himself having his head forced back, the roughness causing a hissed inhale through his teeth before it exhales as a light pant to catch his breath. Masamune looks up at the other, though, very satisfied he was able to affect him as he has. He takes one final breath, using his own tongue to lick one corner of his mouth for any residue of saliva or other fluid that is still lingering there from such a sudden pullback from what he was just doing.

He says nothing, but there's a slight smile lingering. Not bad, right? Gintoki looks rather consumed by it, so this lord of Oshuu has little doubt whether it was good or bad. He'll give Gintoki the credit that he actually hadn't thought Gintoki would be able to muster the will to pull him away rather than just let him continue.

Very nice. Physically, the other is quite his taste, but it's far more attractive when they're able to offer up some nice surprises. ]

_{[ Gintoki can feel his throat drying up. He can feel pre-cum trickling down the side of his erection, along with the coolness of Masamune's spit, and these very small sensations make it hard for him to breathe. He does, though, sweaty chest rising and falling rapidly, shimmering faintly in the moonlight. If Gintoki was honest with himself, he'd say he wasn't sure what steps to take next since he has never had sex with a man before (though, he's beginning to wonder why he hasn't done this before in the past.)

Should he touch and lick Masamune too? Was this really alright to do? Is he supposed to finger him first— touch him with his hands some more? All of these question marks, but he's too prideful to simply ask Masamune what he wants.

His tongue flicks out to swipe away from of his spit before he clears his throat. ]}

Bend over.
_{[ I mean, Masamune did say suck his dick then have him fuck him, so here it goes, right?
Maybe Gintoki is filled with some more surprises, however. ]}

[ Masamune stares for a moment, the demand bringing his otherwise distracted attention back to the situation.

(Not that his focus wasn't on Gintoki, it was just... Very hard to ignore him physically from his position, especially with the way his chest rises and falls. The other may be self-conscious about whatever lack of sex experience with men he has but... )

Masamune bites his bottom lip gently now, glancing off to one side. Is he blushing? Maybe a little. That's quite forward a demand, enough it catches him off guard and he can't contain that color change on his cheeks. Truthfully, he's more eager than he wants to be about what happens next (whether it's straight to or Gintoki has something else before getting there), enough that his heart is racing and he's breathing a bit more shallowly than normal. ]

Are you still not going to undo this? [ he asks, giving a small tug between his binded wrists. He can absolutely get behind being fucked or anything else the other wants to do to him while like this, but this is critical.

He also isn't going to bend over quite that simply. Although asking this seems to not be all that easy for him. ] ...Be more specific: on the ground or against the tree?

Why should I?
_{[ Gintoki asks through heated breath, one of his hands reaching around to swat at a mosquito that had settled on his sweaty neck. Something just seemed to pleasing about having Masamune constricted without as much control as he may like. Maybe it was because Masamune was a leader who usually had control of the situation, and giving Gintoki more of a sense of empowerment made him feel— well— pretty aroused. ]}

You don't trust me, Masamune-kun?
_{[ He doesn't answer his question right away, but he does crouch down and curve his fingers around the bound part of his wrists, looking intently into his eyes. Again, his expression as gone slack, but there's a spark of lust in his pupils. He thumbs along Masamune's wrist again, as if toying with the idea of untying him. ]}

Mm. I guess I wouldn't trust me too much either.
_{[ He mutters as he loosens the tie. Gintoki was an argumentative person and stubborn, but he was a bit kinder in more intimate settings since he rarely had them with anybody. ]}

[ Well, that's a nice look to the other, so much he could forget about the inconvenience of the tie if he'd get that stare a little longer. Of course, Gintoki seems to sympathize enough to loosen the tie, which causes a coy smile to light Masamune's lips. When it's loosened enough that he can maneuver and pull to gain control of it, he smirks as he undoes it entirely to put the heirloom aside. ]

If I trusted you, it would be less fun wondering what you'll do next. [ And by less fun he means less of a turn on for thinking on all the possibilities. Licking his lips once, Masamune leans in to press his mouth against Gintoki's playfully, pausing only long enough add a few choice words. ]

Regardless, a deal's a deal, unless you change your mind. [ he'll play bottom role for the other, but he can more than easily change to the dominating role if he decides last minute it's not a thing he wants to do. ]

_{[ Gintoki's eyes follow the tie as it is put aside. He stays crouched down so Masamune can kiss him, one hand cupping behind his head to bring in the kiss a little deeper. His eyes fan shut but open when Masamune speaks to him, keeping his focus on Masamune's eyes (or eye???)
His nose wrinkles at his partner suggestion before he mutters: ]}

After all this trouble, I'm not changing my mind about anything.
_{[ Turning away completely so Masamune can't see his face, he scoffs: ]}

I wanna do this with you.

[ Although he turns away when saying that, Masamune lets him, lowering his own gaze a moment despite a terribly slight smile gracing his face in the process. Is that so? He's very curious how much of that is sake and how much of that is what it could sound like. He doesn't know the other well at all to be able to read him on that, but Masamune does at least know how he himself feels. It's part of the reason he doesn't make any stupid remarks, brushing it off or otherwise. ]

I think I really do like you. [ He claims, finally, instead. It's vague and to be translated multiple ways but... that's fine. Without expanding on it, and not moving to drag the other's attention back forcefully, he ends up bringing his tongue to run flat against Gintoki's cheek back near where the curve of his jaw starts. Taking any sweat on the skin there, goes to rest his lips against the other teen's ear. ]

If you're ready, then... [ He'll make a small tug then to gauge the answer to that; if Gintoki responds positively, Masamune will let go of him to pull away and... well, get on his hands and knees to actually be able to bend over as requested moments before. No sense prolonging the good parts any further (even if he is admittedly unsure how bad his ass is going to hurt tomorrow without knowing how rough this is going to get. Rough is fine, but... he will definitely conveniently avoiding any horse riding tomorrow if so. It's just he can't think straight enough right now how tricky that will actually be without someone figuring it out.

...At least most of them will be too busy recovering from hangovers to question much.) ]

_{[ It's more so the words that pass Masamune's lips that cause a shiver to tremble up his crooked spine than the sweet affection on his face and against his ear. He isn't exactly sure why anybody would sincerely like him in an intimate way like this and it causes his heart to make an awful flop behind his chest. A horrible kind of feeling that Gintoki thinks he doesn't want to feel ever again, he concludes. He's left speechless, ignoring how his ears tinge red and how his neck burns from being embarrassed.

Finally, Masamune is moving and just.. shows him his ass. Well, alright. That's a thing he can definitely work with, and it's not something he would find any enjoyment or desire to do, but he'll test the waters here. Usually somebody would be good at communicating with their sexual partner, but Gintoki isn't at all— nope— he's just going to do what he desires to do. His rough palms run along Masamune's rump, thumbs pressing along the defined crack, peeling his asscheeks apart and.. surprise.
Gintoki dips down with a deep breath and lavishes his entrance with spit, swirling his tongue over his hole. He's never done it before, but he imagines it's like.. eating a cake. Eating a cake very carefully without using your teeth, so imagine it like that.
okay nobody said anything about butt eating, alas, here we are. I hope you're into that, Masamune. Sorry he's being such a tease. ]}

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