【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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[wardance]

[ 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?

[naturallywavy]

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. ]}

[wardance]

[ 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. ]

[naturallywavy]

_{[ 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.

[wardance]

[ 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.) ]

[naturallywavy]

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>