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【OPEN/NSFW】☆ SHAMELESS SMUT POST

☆ click a pic and get kinks.. looks like u only have three choices.. choose... wisely..
☆ call somebody out???
☆ treat it like a mid-fuck meme i guess...
☆ idk be completely shameless with me.... happy holidays everyone
☆ if somebody isn't here that you want for some reason let me know.... i can probably throw them out here

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[He loves everything about this. Gintoki's words are even kind, he can hear it behind even those few words. The slap is enough to earn a surprised yelp. It stings, but it also had him pressing against the bed more, and now he's gripping at the sheets as Gintoki's weight settles over his back.

His face is so flushed that he's sure his ears are red, even hidden by his hair. He's not embarrassed, not at all— he's just into this.]

Then let me stay here just a little bit longer.

[That's his quiet response, but it's half buried in the sheets and that command comes so soon afterwards. Relax. He's being relentlessly teased, and his ass was just slapped, but he's being told to relax? He tries his best, taking a slow breath and easing up considerably. Even his hands uncurl fingers from the sheets, resting flat in place, instead.]

_{[ Look, he's a little awkward with all of this, believe it or not. Not to mention, Gintoki is demanding as a person in general when it comes to specific things.
There's some more movement on Gin's part, but he's mostly remaining low against Jae-Ha. Give him a moment of adjusting himself, and the side of his palm skids up the round of Jae-Ha's asscheek. Two fingers, doused in lube and cooler to the touch slip between his cheeks. He teases Jae-Ha's opening with circles, giving him gentle pressure while doing so. ]}

I won't make you wait much longer.. unless you want me to. Looks like you're into it.
_{[ He mutters, voice beginning to sound husky and yearning. Once he feels his partner's muscles relax, he'll slip both digits in carefully, stopping at his first knuckle. ]}

[He doesn't answer that. Teasing like this is too much— it's wonderful, but he's losing his sense of just about everything. While the circles and light pressure brings out small, quietly audible noises in his breathing, when the fingers slip inside of him like that, he groans.

It's a little embarrassing. No, scratch that, it's very embarrassing. Two fingers into him only to the first knuckle, and Jae-Ha is already a panting, whimpering mess here. He presses his forehead to the bed, squirming beneath Gintoki. He wants to shift onto his knees already, from feeling alone, and to press back and encourage more. He wants to feel everything all at once, but this taste of it is really doing it for him. He can't focus on talking like this.

His hands keep grabbing and flattening against the bed in alternation.]

_{[ That's fine. Gintoki prefers talking less in a situation like this. He's been sobering up during most of this, which was also fine. A part of him is relieved he didn't get absolutely sloshed tonight so he could treat somebody pleasant like Jae-Ha to a nice time without making too much of an embarrassment of himself.
He's soaking up with pleasure at the sight of Jae-Ha writhing beneath him in need, feeling a satisfying charge in his blood at the picture combined with the sounds too. Mmm.
When he feels that Jae-Ha is used to the feeling, he worms his fingers deeper into him, rubbing the pads of his fingertips against the muscles inside of Jae-Ha. It's a bit of an awkward position, so he's having a hard time finding where exactly sets Jae-Ha over the edge. His fingers make a scissoring motion as they sink past his second knuckle before they curl slowly, and repeat the motion.

He grunts lowly, feeling his own arousal increase— his skin hot to touch, beads of sweat beginning to surface through his pores. Gintoki's other hand grips the sheets to keep himself balanced and less of his weight on Jae-Ha. In fact, he raises off of him slightly, allowing him to climb to his knees if he desires. Gintoki keeps his inserted hand still during this in case Jae-Ha wants to move as well. ]}

[He's done with talking for now, it seems, but Jae-Ha's noises certainly don't stop. For as much as he cuts them off and tries to hold back, he's still surprisingly vocal. There's an audible gasp when Gintoki curls his fingers for the first time, followed by a strained noise. The moment he feels the weight shift off of his back, Jae-Ha is moving, crawling to his knees and keeping his forearms on the bed, resting his forehead against them now as he breathes heavily. He can see glimpses of Gintoki from between his own legs.

This is such an embarrassing position. It's getting to him, a bit, even if he won't say a word. It all adds to the feeling, really, and he's curling his fingers into his palms and shifting his hips with each movement of Gintoki's fingers, trying to get more out of it. He'd give this more pause if he wasn't so desperate for more.

Another impatient moan softly slips out, and he moves to press his mouth against his arm, instead, face flatter against the bed for now. He can't keep looking, he's just getting hotter and more embarrassed. Still, his noises are bordering on whines now, and it's taking all of his self restraint not to ask for more.]

_{[ Gintoki was never one to crave domination over people when having sex, but he enjoys it probably more than he realizes. The way that Jae-Ha is, writhing and moaning underneath him makes a satisfied expression grow on his face. It's a shame Jae-Ha cannot see it.
Still, his fingers curl, retracting slightly as he puts more pressure alongside his partner's muscles, sinking his fingers deeper and deeper, stretching and kneading all over.. but taking his time with it. ]}

.. for a guy who claimed he would put up a fight, you really aren't tryin' very hard, are you?

_{[ His voice is filled with pleasure and lust, murmuring warmly against Jae-Ha's hair. Suddenly, he feels just right where Jae-Ha will really like it, rubbing this spot slowly and tenderly. ]}

.. ah. Right there, is it?

Edited 2017-01-31 03:17 (UTC)

S-shut up.

[It's all he can manage right now, more cut off noises slipping from his lips. He enjoys this too much, from the embarrassing position to the smug words of Gintoki behind him. Fingers press up to a particularly sensitive spot, and he gasps, his upper body lowering a little more onto the bed as he does. The rubbing only makes it worse, and Jae-Ha moans, his body trembling as he still tries to hold back all of his reaction.

That's too good. Each rub draws him closer to forgetting about where he is or who he's with, and there's only this pleasurable feeling and the need for more. Those fingers aren't enough. An impatient whine comes out louder, and with a frustrated grunt at the tail end of it, his hips press back to try and urge more.

Yes, there, damn it!!]

_{[ Jesus.
Gintoki gives him more pressure, some last, sliding touches felt all around before his fingers slip completely out. Gintoki feels like right now is the best time now that he's tested Jae-Ha enough, but he's also feeling hot from his own impatience. ]}

Guess it's kinda mean makin' you wait so long.. or is it?
_{[ That's all he can really say before he positions himself better, fingers squeezing against Jae-Ha's hips. His hand rubs along his rump and he spreads his partner's cheeks before pressing his tip against his entrance— it feels like he's prepared himself correctly with enough lubricant and a condom— good job, Gintoki. That's impressive for him who is just beginning to sober up. He huffs out a hot breath before rocking his hips forward, feeling Jae-Ha's take him about one fourth.

That feels really good, the way his muscle hugged around his prick. With another thrust, he bucks himself inside deeper, starting off slow— but enough force to be on the rougher side.

No more waiting, Jae-Ha. ]}

["On the rougher side" is completely what Jae-Ha loves. Gintoki presses in that extra bit, and as slow as it is, the force gets Jae-Ha to gasp out. He's very verbal when it comes to this, and Gintoki has been teasing him for far too long to act stoic. He has his face pressed into the sheets now, fingers digging into the blankets on either side. His breathing is heavy, and he can't manage any sort of response to Gintoki right now.

He's too focused on the feeling. How full it is, even with Gintoki in just part of the way as he is now. It hurts, as well prepared as he is, in just the right way— and he longs for Gintoki to work his way in the rest of the way and reach that spot he'd been teasing earlier.]

_{[ It doesn't take Gintoki very long to pick up the pace, the feeling of desire and lust practically overflowing at this rate. Sure, he may not really be drunk anymore on alcohol, but he was definitely feeling light headed from his libido.
His fingers grip, trimmed nails digging into Jae-Ha's sides as he picks up the pace and rhythm, rutting against him without much caution to the wind as he focuses on satisfying his own erection and feeling of sex starvation that's pumping through his veins and between his ears. His prick slides in and out smoothly with only minor stumbles in his movement, grunting and huffing with each sensational buck. He shifts himself for a moment with a groan before rutting back inside of his partner, the tip of his member rubs and presses against that sweet spot— finally— right where he was teasing earlier, and in just a few seconds after that, he's getting Jae-Ha's sweet spot right on the nose.

By now, one of his hands has taken a-hold of that long, silky hair, twisting it in his fingers and pulling as a reign. ]}

[There's something appealing about having his face to the sheets, fingers gripping tight into them as he's pounded from behind. His whole body moves with each thrust, and he's scrunching up his face, grunting out soft noises as he adjusts.

Then, Gintoki hits that spot, and he cries out, legs trembling slightly in feeling. His fingers curl tighter still, and his forehead touches down to the bed as he gasps out with each following thrust, until finally his head is yanked back with his hair, and his cries aren't muffled by cloth anymore.]

G-gintoki... [Shit, he has to say something or the tension building inside of him will be too much to handle. That's how it feels, and yet he has no words but Gintoki's name and ohs and ahs. A couple of times, his slipping pride lets him mutter something that sounds like "wait", but nothing on his face or in his body says that Gintoki should actually mind him and stop.

His head pulls against his held hair slightly, and the pain has its own pleasure as well. He wants to curl forward, to hide his face and feel this, but he's being forced to stare forward and slightly up thanks to his hair being used as reigns.]

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