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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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[ 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?! ]

_{[ 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.
_{[ 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. ]}

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. ]

_{[ 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. ]}

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. ]}

Edited 2016-06-20 20:10 (UTC)

[ 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? ]

Edited 2016-06-21 05:24 (UTC)

_{[ 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.

[ 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. ]

Mmm. Very well. There will be plenty of that.
_{[ "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. ]}

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

_{[ 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. ]}

[ 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. ]

Edited 2016-06-21 18:03 (UTC)

_{[ He hears that distinct sound in Gintoki's throat and the way his body reacts, well. That's the spot— that's where he needs to go. Aikuro doesn't exactly like his hair being pulled, mainly cause he doesn't want any of it ripped out or lost, so his response to having it tugged just makes him grunt slightly, pausing his thrusting for a moment to register what Gintoki is saying.

He can hear his heart beat pounding in between his ears, glazed, half lidded eyes vaguely focusing on whatever part of Gintoki's face he can. Then, he chuffs some laughter. ]}

Very.. — _{[ thrust ]} well, Gintoki-kun.
_{[ is that any better? He can call you just Gin like everyone else.. or Gin-san, but that's no fun. But anyway, he doesn't know anything about Gintoki's dad or anything of that sort, and he's pretty certain that Gintoki doesn't know about his parents either, so it's a fair game.

Anyway, he picks the pace up again— it's starting to feel a little dry back here, but Aikuro's natural fluid helps some. He bucks harder in that sweet spot that got such a good reaction from his partner, his teeth nipping lightly across the back of Gintoki's neck. He groans shamelessly near his ear as he feels himself build up, beginning to reach his peak too.

Not quite yet, but definitely soon. ]}

[ There's a bit of an annoyed grunt, before a thrust hits just right in him and he rocks his hips back in response, gasping out a moan. He can't even be mad that Aikuro is being annoying about his name, because it's not like he doesn't do the same to people. Takes energy to be mad, anyway. And he should probably stop talking right about now, because his breath is picking up again and his legs are shaking-- He's so close.

His fingers slide out of Aikuro's hair, because it's not easy to keep his arm there. Kind of hurt. Instead he moves the hand down to wrap around his cock. Thrusts and teeth on his neck are all well and good, but he's not sure he can finish on just that. So his hand sets in a broken rhythm, stroking up and down his length, as his pants turn into groans and he tries - and probably doesn't manage that well - to meet every thrust with a roll of his hips.

It only takes a few moments, and then a well aimed thrust sends him over the edge, cum splattering on the wall and dripping down his hand. Aikuro better be holding him tight, because he tries to stay up and lean on the wall, but his knees are really weak right now. ]

_{[ Aikuro is pretty happy that Gintoki has decided to remove his hand from his dark blue, soppy hair. His grip holds tighter around Gintoki as he feels his muscles around his pelvis and thighs clench. His pace quickens within his final moments, and in a haze, he feels himself release, putting some of his weight on Gintoki as he does so.

As he comes to a stop, he pulls himself out of Gintoki, feeling the warm drizzle of cum slush out of his partner's entrance. His entire body is still quivering, but he doesn't let go of Gintoki even for a moment, a pleased expression easing on his face. ]}

Aaaah, wow. _{[ a gasp. ]} Wow.
Let's sit down.
_{[ He says, carefully unfolding his arms from Gintoki's waist so he can crumble down to the shower floor carefully. Phew. ]}

[ Gintoki's still coming down from his own orgasm, leaning heavily on the wall, when he feels a sudden, weird heat spread through him. It takes a moment or two for him to realise what it is, that Aikuro came inside of him, and once he does--

He makes a grumbling sound, because that's not the most pleasant sensation.

What is pleasant, however, is sitting down. The moment Aikuro's arms unwind from around him, he slides along the wall until it's safe to just flop down without hurting his ass on the floor. And since Aikuro's nicely settled behind him, he's going to lean back against him. Hope that's okay. He's doing it even if it isn't, though. ]

Who told you you come come inside, aa?

_{[ Yes! Definitely sit down and lean against him, he loves that. Aikuro purses his lips together, kissing the air slightly near Gintoki's ear as he tries to suppress a smile.
It doesn't work. ]}

Oh, tut-tut. It's not that horrible is it, hm? Is it? Hm? Are you going to be mad at me now?

_{[ there, there. He carefully and affectionately combs his fingertips through Gintoki's hair. Gin, pls. ]}

It felt very nice to me, you know. Thank you.

[ He scoffs.

Well, the combing is nice. ]

Are you actually thanking me? What's wrong with you? Eat shit.

[ Piss whine moan. Yes, he's going to be mad. Even while sitting here and letting Aikuro pet him. Shut up. ]

Ah, ahhh, you're so cruel! So mean, Gintoki-kun! After I made you feel so great and this is the treatment you give me. So harsh. Whatever should I do to make you feel better? Ah, I don't suppose you'd want something delicious like ice cream at a time like this, would you? Or cake?

_{[ Before he can even respond: ]}
That's too bad. Terrible, actually.

_{[ He noses against Gintoki's hair, trying to locate his ear to put a small kiss against it. ]}

[ He'll just dig his elbow into Aikuro's stomach. ]

Oi, oi don't joke about shit like that. You've got cake?

_{[ He jolts slightly at being elbowed, but just laughs it off. ]}

Ah, I'm afraid I don't this very instant, but I can make you some if you'd like.
Any particular flavor you would like, hm? Do you want it served in bed with extra icing..?

Yeah.

[ Just. Instantly. Yeah. He wants cake in bed. Obviously. ]

Strawberry.

[ Of course. ]

_{[ That's better. He knows he can shut up your whining with cake.
Aikuro shifts now that he has rested for awhile and untangles himself from Gintoki's body, standing to his feet carefully. He shakes the dampness out of his hair and looks down at his partner, smiling fondly. ]}

Now, how did I even know that is what you were going to say?
_{[ His hand drops to ruffle up Gintoki's hair. ]}

You should change it up now and then, sweetheart.

[ He swats at the hand, and goes right back to scowling. ]

Who the hell you calling sweetheart? Shut the fuck up.

I'm calling you sweetheart, sweetheart.
_{[ Aikuro says with a wink before he completely turns, stepping out of the shower and using the nearest towel to clean himself off and goes to make his exit.

He pauses before he leaves. ]}

It'll be ready just for you shortly.

Don't make this weird.

[ He stays there for quite a while longer, but eventually he stands on shaky legs and rinses all the sweat and cum off in the shower. He sort of tries to clean out his ass too, at least enough that it doesn't feel all that gross.

And then he goes to make himself right at home in Aikuro's bed. Flopping down and burying his face in the pillow. ]

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