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

[justaways]

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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[permboy]

[ He's so ready to fuss more, too. So ready! When that hand slides between his asscheeks. But then he's pacified, so he oozes contentment instead. ]

Tell me something I don't know.

[ This is how you work him up, though (if it doesn't make him sleepy), so you keep scratching that scalp, Aikuro. It's heaven. Sends pleasant tingles all across Gintoki's skin.

This is perfect. ]

[strippingsensei]

Mmm.
_{[ Aikuro hums, dipping his head down to press a delicate kiss along the back of Gintoki's neck. Once he works enough suds up, he rakes his fingers from the fringe to the back, combing it with his fingernails. ]}

That you're so cute when you're needy like this. I bet nobody has ever told you that before.

_{[ He moves his hands out of the way so the shower can rinse his hair out, then guess what..?
He goes for the conditioner too, so his hands work into Gintoki's scalp again. ]}

How's it feel, hmm? Is it exciting?

[permboy]

[ Godddd the nails. The nails. He tilts his head back with a quiet sound, almost a moan, and for a moment he doesn't seem to have heard Aikuro at all. But then he drives an elbow lightly into his stomach. ]

'm not cute.

[ Grumpy. He's being grumpy, of course, even if he's getting red in the face. It feels really good. If Aikuro could just like ... fuck him, or let him fuck him, while stroking his hair like this ... That would be awesome.

He doesn't answer the question, but the fact that he's being so docile ought to be answer enough. ]

[strippingsensei]

Oh, but you are!
<sub>[ Aikuro doesn't mind. His goal is to please his partner as much as possible and he's honestly sexual enough to do absolutely nothing to get that. Basically, he's a really good lay— you have to deal with his teasing during the process, though.

His hands pull away from Gintoki's hair, possibly just to taunt him ( and allow his hair to condition, ) and a hand reaches around to pinch at one of his cheeks ( his face, this time. ) ]</sub>

Especially this pouting face. Why, it's so enticing. Just like your body. For example, here— _{[ He reaches around, caressing the muscles along Gintoki's abdomen— ]} is good...

Back here, too..
<sub>[ A pat on the ass, again, but nothing too much. He'd spank him, but with how fussy Gintoki is acting, he doesn't want to get him angry. He could say something very cheesy, like how the best part of Gintoki is his heart, but even Aikuro isn't sure if he wants to be that sappy even if he had seen things in Gintoki's personality he was attracted to.
His voice lowers, rough hands gripping Gintoki's arms. Gin probably feels some force as Aikuro attempts to turn him around.

In a soft voice, he speaks: ]</sub>

Let me kiss you.

[permboy]

[ But why not petting his hair anymore? The pout only grows, and he's so close to ordering Aikuro around, tell him to shut up and just keep massaging his scalp. Even if the muscles of his abdomen twitch under Aikuro's touch, it's just not as good at all.

His annoyance is growing really fast here.

He doesn't resist being turned around, though he's a bit too slow on the uptake to do so even if he'd want to. His eyes are as half lidded and uninterested as usual, but the flush on his cheeks gives away that he most definitely isn't unaffected by this. Unless that's just the alcohol. But no, it's okay, it isn't just the alcohol. ]

Do you usually ask permission?

[ You know what? He's even going to take care of that himself. Aikuro is so close it's very easy to just lean in and press their lips together, and he puts his hands on Aikuro's shoulders. It's a sloppy and careless kiss, and he can't even be bothered to make sure his teeth aren't scraping along the skin, but it's also lazy enough that it shouldn't hurt anyway. ]

[strippingsensei]

_{[ Aikuro smiles against Gintoki's lips when he feels him kiss him, flicking his tongue out briefly as they break away. ]}

No, I don't. I do what I like to do, and everyone just happens to love it. You included.
<sub>[ A hand lifts, raking some of Gintoki's bangs back. It's kind of terrible, but Aikuro doesn't feel like he should stop loving on Gintoki— just be careful with him. They've had sex before.

Terrible. ]</sub>

You're drunk.
Don't you want to sober up before you have sex with me? Or can you just not wait?

[permboy]

Aa? What difference does it make? I'm gonna fall asleep, you know, and then you ain't getting anything.

[ That's how it works. He can't just stay awake when he's drunk, and if he waits he'll probably stop being horny. And that's annoying. He knows what he wants.

He slides one hand back to bury it in Aikuro's hair, bending down to press kisses against his throat, lips and teeth working to leave a mark. Their bodies are so close, the way he pushes his torso and hips towards Aikuro's so insistent, breath coming out in quiet pants against wet skin.

Come on. ]

[strippingsensei]

<sub>[ ok fair.
As horrible as it was, Aikuro wasn't really one to be too concerned about asking permission and consent. If Gintoki was persistent now, then so be it. He'll regret about it all later.

Anyway, Gintoki's attention ignites positive response to Aikuro as he hums and groans, though it's partially just egged on. That's usually how he was when he was having sex with somebody— to be a bit over the top.

He clicks his tongue together, a smile evident on his face. His hands travel, pressing firmly over different paths of Gintoki's skin— over his shoulders— down his arms and squeezing them.

Before Gintoki knows it, Aikuro has completely crouched, tracing his tongue over Gintoki's abdomen and.. going lower and lower.
Gintoki should know where he's going with this. ]</sub>

Ah, ah? How's this? Is this good?
_{[ He knows it is. ]}

[permboy]

[ Good. That's better. Gintoki gives a content hum when he feels Aikuro's hands on him, and he rewards it by scraping his nails down Aikuro's spine and tug at him--

It takes him a few moments to realise where exactly Aikuro has gone when he's suddenly not there, but then the tongue licking across his abdomen catches his attention and he looks down. Sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, and clenches the hand still tangled in those long strands. Oh. Oh. Okay. ]

Mnn ... Shut up.

[ Is there a wall here? He needs a wall, he won't be able to stay on his feet. So he blindly reaches his free hand backwards until it does, indeed, hit a wall, so he'll just carefully lean against that.

Wary of the slippery floor on this bathtub, okay. ]

[strippingsensei]

_{[ He loves these responses! Gintoki is so cute. Honestly, nothing makes Aikuro happier than tampering with people's tempers and impatience. Ryuko was a fine example of that.
He cannot resist lapping into his naval a few times when he crosses it— whether Gintoki liked that sort of thing or not, Aikuro didn't care— then finally he gets to Gintoki's erection. His hand curves the organ towards him, speaking and breathing against the shaft: ]}

Don't get too excited, baby. You can't finish here when I do this.
<sub>[ A wink.
Look at him. He's expecting you to come too soon. Did he really mean that or was he just trying to mess with you? It's always kind of a mystery with him.

He starts, running the flat of his tongue quickly from base to tip, meeting the tip with his tongue and lavishing it with a few tantalizing swirls. Pretty soon, his soft lips curve over the very end and he takes Gintoki in about halfway, bobbing his head back and forth.

His finger tips delicately hold him at the very base, his other hand curving around Gintoki's hip.
And, just for the sake of it, he's going to moan while he's doing this, as if he's eating something incredibly delicious. ]</sub>

[permboy]

[ Even if Aikuro was just trying to mess with Gintoki it's not ... wrong? It's a legitimate concern. Gintoki usually comes pretty fast, and blowjobs do not help. But before he can even consider saying as much, that tongue is on him and all he does is tilt his head back with a low moan.

Don't get too excited. Sure. Because that's easy, when Aikuro swirls his tongue like that. Gintoki bites down on his hand, because maybe that'll do something, even if it doesn't help the fact that he's expected to just keep on his feet and. Not come. When it's so warm and wet and good, inside Aikuro's mouth. ]

Nnh--

[ Just. Fucking stay on your feet, Gin-san. You can do that! Piece of cake! ]

[strippingsensei]

<sub>[ Yes, you can do that... can you? Hopefully.
In any case, Aikuro wastes no time, taking him in as much as he can until he can feel Gintoki at the very back of his throat. This doesn't perturb Aikuro at all— it just encourages him, keeping a steady hand on Gintoki's hip to keep him in check— one little buck and Aikuro would really gag on him.

He pulls back, sealing his lips tightly over the tip before taking him in entirely again. Aikuro does this a few more times with more vigor until he slides his lips off of him completely, smacking them together and swallowing the salty flavor in his mouth.

He then smiles, looking up at Gintoki. He's done? He's teasing Gintoki this much? ]</sub>

Turn around.
_{[ Oh. Maybe he isn't done with using his mouth. ]}

[permboy]

[ Shiiit, Aikuro's not stopping either. He just keeps going further and further. Gintoki thinks he probably shouldn't look, if he really wants to try to keep himself together so he doesn't finish. He could! He really could, like, any minute now!

And yet he does look down, his whole body shuddering as the head of his dick bumps against the back of Aikuro's throat. He looks so good like that, with his nose against Gintoki's abdomen and Gintoki's fingers all tangled up in his hair, and that alone is enough to make Gintoki groan against his knuckles. Aikuro seems so content doing it too, which really isn't surprising, but it makes red flare all the way to Gintoki's ears and down his neck.

What an embarrassing guy. Embarrassing!

By the time Aikuro pulls back, he's practically gasping against his hand, shaking all over, skin getting sticky with sweat. Is the shower still on? If they're going to be doing this, maybe they should turn it off for a bit. Ahh, shit, he's so close now. He's not sure he can take much-- ]






Eh?

[ What for. ]

[strippingsensei]

_{[ Aikuro sits back on his haunches, his own arousal quite evident (and maybe glittery) as he looks up at Gintoki and speaks about the matter bluntly and casually: ]}

Oh, well. I was just going to eat your ass before I fuck you, if that would be alright.
_{[ a pause. ]}
Is that a problem, Sakata-san? Surely you've had your ass eaten before.

_{[ like everybody does this, right? ]}

[permboy]

[ What do you mean maybe? Of course it's glittery.

Gintoki stares down at Aikuro for several seconds after he finishes talking, blinking, not comprehending. Eat ... his ass? As in, like. Put your mouth there? That's got to be what it means. This is the first time he hears about something like that. That's gross? Who even does that? Who thought of that idea?? What is wrong with humanity??? ]

T-that's a thing people do?!

[ ??????????????

HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT THIS. ]

[strippingsensei]

<sub>[ Gintoki's reaction is priceless— adorable even. He laughs lightly against his hand, long lashes squeezes shut— man, it felt good to laugh! Aikuro is persistent, though, especially with things of the sexual nature. If Gintoki said 'no,' it's debatable if he would actually comply.

Encouraging him, again, Aikuro puts his hands on Gintoki's hips, trying to turn him around by force. ]</sub>

If you don't like it, I'll stop! But I have this funny feeling it isn't going to be that way. Trust me, you'll really like it. I just need you to bend over some. Hold onto something.

_{[ You got some wall you can hand onto, or that rack the shampoo is on, or a rack for some towel rags.
If Gintoki isn't resisting, he'll go ahead and spin him around. ]}

[permboy]

[ He doesn't resist, no. It's quite effortless for Aikuro to turn him around. He's still feeling very bewildered, though. Like a big question mark. Maybe, if this were a Gintama chapter, he'd actually become a freaking question mark. ]

O-oi, you sure about this? Do you really wanna put your mouth there? Isn't that gross as hell?

[ That towel rack does look very good, though, so he grabs onto that with one hand as he looks over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse at Aikuro.

Is this really okay?! ]

[strippingsensei]

_{[ Gintoki has every reason to fret, in all honesty. Most people need to heads up before doing this sort of thing so they can clean up everything down there and make it more presentable, but..
It's pretty obvious that Aikuro doesn't care. If he did, he would not have suggested it in the first place, and Gin needs to realize that.
Once his partner is positioned, Aikuro pops another hit on his ass cheek. ]}

Oh, relax. It's not gonna be any fun for you if you keep double thinking yourself. Just tell me if you like it, alright? It's not everyone's cup of tea, I get it, but you don't know until you try it.
<sub>[ His hands knead his butt cheeks then spread them apart, pressing his lips to one cheek in a small kiss, humming slightly while doing so. It's a nice butt to eat, he'll admit— maybe that's why he wanted to do it— and maybe he needs to tell Gintoki that? Ah, maybe later.
He then wets his lips and proceeds to work up some spit to merely drizzle it along Gintoki's entrance, then, uses the very end of his tongue to spread it along the sensitive area of flesh.

Aikuro starts slow, rolling his tongue in a circular motion, hardly applying any pressure until he gets a signal from Gintoki that he likes it. ]</sub>

[permboy]

Oi!

[ Don't spank him??? How fucking dare.

He'd forgotten about being embarrassed during that interlude, but as soon as he feels Aikuro's hands spread his ass apart, he feels it flare across his face again. At least he's facing away, so he'll just turn his head forward and close his eyes. Well, all right. If Aikuro really doesn't mind, then who's he to turn down something new before even trying?

It's just ... weird. And he feels really exposed, knowing Aikuro's just staring at his asshole. He curls his fingers a little tighter around that rack, and resists the urge to squirm as something drips down over the hole and makes him shudder.

The way that tickles, though, is nothing compared to the tip of Aikuro's tongue, the heat of it as it brushes so gently against his skin, and he's so unprepared for it that he chokes out a moan as he hunches over, pressing his forehead against the wall as he rocks his hips back for more. So, there are no words for an answer, but that's an as clear yes, I like it as Aikuro is going to get because Gintoki doesn't say when he likes something. Definitely not something like this. ]

[strippingsensei]

<sub>[ Aikuro has slept with many people and has done many naughty things— he knows exactly what this body movement means. So, he gives Gintoki a firm squeeze, slicking up his entrance with some more of his spit, glazing it evenly over his skin with the flat of his tongue. Aikuro takes a breath before he leans in, using his tongue in a figure-eight then running it up and down over and over. He applies more pressure this time, nearly pushing his tongue through his partner.

Aikuro eases himself back to take another breath before repeating the same motion, multiple times. A satisfied hum vibrates in his throat when he finishes, not wanting to pleasure Gintoki too much.

He climbs to his feet, hands wrapping around Gintoki's abdomen, holding him snuggly. His mouth kisses along his back, and as far as his erection, well..
Aikuro positions himself right in between Gintoki's ass cheeks, his own prick warm and firm. ]</sub>

Mm? How was that?
_{[ Aikuro, don't ask how you're doing in the middle of doing it. He can't help it, though. He knows Gintoki won't give him an honest answer and that's what he finds adorable. ]}

[permboy]

[ 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? ]

[strippingsensei]

_{[ Aikuro is attentive to Gintoki's hips rocking back and rolls his hips forward, sliding his cock between those dripping wet butt cheeks— right over his opening. Aikuro doesn't slip himself in just yet, satisfying himself with a smooth rock, panting hotly against the back of Gintoki's neck. ]}

Oooh, ooh. Is that enough "build up?" Was it too much? Is that satisfying to you or should I keep doing this and not allowing you to have all of me?

_{[ One hand creeps up, sliding some of Gintoki's hair backwards and gripping. His other hand slides down to hold his prick, putting the tip right against Gintoki's hole.
In a sultry tone, he mutters against the back of his head: ]}

Just say the word, and I'll let you have all of me. Think about it. Me inside of you— in and out, in and out. I feel pretty hard, don't I? Isn't that what you'd like? You don't have to beg— just let me know..
_{[ A beat. ]}

That you're ready.

[permboy]

[ It was a bit much. Enough that they're way past the point of no return, that Gintoki couldn't stop this now even if he wanted to. He's still gasping for breath, shuddering every time Aikuro's cock drags against his hole, every time fingers stroke over his skin, every time Aikuro's breath hits the skin of his neck.

He needs to come.

He groans at the grip in his hair, teeth gritted together and eyes squeezed shut like it might actually ... do anything. Not that he's sure what it would do. Just stop him from moaning like a whore at the tip of Aikuro's cock against him, at least. He doesn't moan, for the record, but he wouldn't be surprised if he had. This is a lot more than he expected. He's a lot more sensitive than he expected. Has he ever felt the need to be fucked, like this? He can't recall such a thing. Embarrassing.

Think about it, Aikuro says, like he hasn't been thinking about it, like he even needs to be told, when he's already imagining that thing sliding into him, and even considering just rocking his hips back and taking care of it himself. Not that he'll say any of these things. Never. ]

Less talking ... more doing, asshole.

[ He's been ready for ages here, seriously. Shut up already. ]

[strippingsensei]

Mmm. Very well. There will be plenty of that.
<sub>[ "doing asshole," get it? Okay, he's not really that funny even though he thinks he is. He can't really wait, either, but Aikuro has incredible patience for things like this. He's honestly relieved he can go ahead and do this. He pushes his cock through Gintoki slowly, moaning contently at the feeling of his muscles around him and only clenches the clump of silver hair tighter in his fist. He's moving carefully and further in, and he's almost certain that he brushes against a sensitive part of Gintoki. He's hoping so, cause that'll give him a better idea of where to aim.

Anyway, time for him to spout nonsense. ]</sub>

A—ah, mmm. You feel so good, Sakata-san. Come for me— I can't wait for it. I've got you.

<sub>[ Aikuro does. He probably feels Aikuro's rip around his waist tighten; his fist in his hair tighten again. He reels himself back, not pulling himself out, but bucking forward again.
And again.
And again.

He picks up the pace in no time, huffing out a hot breath with every work of his hips. ]</sub>

[permboy]

[ Hilarious. You're hilarious.

They haven't really got any help with this, just good old cum and spit, and Gintoki can tell. The friction burns, but he finds he doesn't mind it. It's a good burn, and he rocks his hips against it, breath coming in short hisses through his teeth. Maybe that makes it sound a bit like he's suffering, but then Aikuro's hand tightens in his hair and he moans, a quiet thing but a moan nonetheless.

He'd been rooting for nails and scalp massaging, but tugging is just fine too. Amazing, actually. With the double stimulation, he's left gasping, a fist pressed almost painfully against the wall. Until Aikuro's cock rubs against just the right spot, and he reaches back to grip onto Aikuro somewhere, anywhere, which ends up being his hair. ]

Nnngh--!

[ So, about there would be where to aim.

He tries to gather himself together some, to take a few deep breaths so he doesn't just ... come right away. That would be a bummer, actually. He'd like to be fucked for a while before that happens. ]

O-oi ...

[ He twists the hand in Aikuro's hair a little, gritting his teeth. ]

If you're gonna screw me, stop ... callin' me that. That's what my dad was called, y-- know. That's creepy.

[ What dad?

He doesn't even really care. Well, it's nicer to be called Gintoki, he thinks, but he doesn't really care. He just has to spout nonsense too, of course. ]