【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:




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god is not here to help u

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ Something about tonight was really different but Zura couldn't place his wiry finger on it. He hadn't once put up a fuss about anything; it all feels gentle and soft, precisely what Katsura wanted and what he needed to properly feel satisfied with the evening. Just by these tender touches alone, warmth builds in his stomach, flooding between his legs. It was awfully quick how easily he got turned on by Takasugi's jagged hands running of his skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to tempt him just enough.

He doesn't complain when his clothing is halfway removed, lacing his arms around Takasugi's neck. He breathes warmly against Takasugi through his nose, and if Shinsuke paid close enough attention, he would feel Zura's lips curved upward in a smile, something that was definitely different from before.

Katsura encourages Takasugi on top of him as he leans back, his head meeting with the pillow on the futon. He pulls away to breathe, looking up at Shinsuke with stars practically in his dark eyes....

...then he talks: ]</sub>

Takasugi.
_{[ He hooks his leg around his partner boldly, not seeming timid like he has in the past. ]}

—Am I beautiful?
_{[ NO!!! ]}

is this hell

[toukai]

[Katsura's arousal was already growing, a sight Takasugi hadn't missed. It seemed too soon, as if opportunity for rough fingers wandering over soft skin and the rush of limbs straining to force the other into a preferred position had slipped away from him.

But such things had never been an option in the first place.

Instead, he was met with a subtle curve in his partner's lips, with lithe arms draping around his neck and sending a chill over his heated skin. Shinsuke let his head lull to the side, cheek brushing against Katsura's arms with gentle affection.

He'd take the guidance with no deviation, crawling forward with a predatory arch to his shoulders that culminated in little more than a kiss that evolved into gently sucking at the other's lip.

When Zura pulls away, Takasugi looks down at his friend. The other is pleased, eager, happy, and it gives his small smirk a hint of fondness. His voice echoes in his throat, acknowledging Katsura's coming request.

Though, the leg around him was a bit jarring. Fast? Aggressive? Takasugi had intended to surrender his instincts for abuse, but he didn't quite mean to give Zura the go-ahead to physically control them both-

He seemed confused.

And then the question, and Shinsuke's face clearly read what!?. But he sighed, keening his head to the side.] Yes...from black hair over thin shoulders- [He ran gentle fingers along the path of description.] to the shaking in your chest. [Takasugi would remove more clothing as he traveled.]

it's not hell it's katsura

[bakudanma]

<sub>[ Katsura is half expecting some kind of stubborn retort from the shorter samurai. Instead, he is treated with kind words and compliments that causes a shiver to travel pleasantly down his spine.

As delusional as Zura can be, he is intelligent— a scholar student, after all— and it doesn't take him long to understand that for some reason, Takasugi is in a good mood.
Was it a good mood? Or a bad mood? He'll consider. For now, he'll milk it for what it is worth. He lets Takasugi undress him, relaxing against the bed sheets. ]</sub>

—Tell me more about how beautiful my black hair and shoulders are. Oh, give me a poem.
_{[ yes right here right now on the spot. ]}