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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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_{[ 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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