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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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Don't s—stop.
_{[ Instantly, that is his response, without even saying sorry. His fingertips grip even tighter in his hair as to indicate he doesn't want Ichimatsu to leave him, but only for a brief moment as his hand releases those dark locks to run his knuckles down Ichimatsu's face, tenderly cupping around his chin and bringing his fingers together, delicately stroking under his brother's chin.

His skin is glistening from so much sweat, panting wildly from getting to bothered. As for his dick, well— it's completely doused in saliva and pre-cum, an even mixture of both pooling around the bottom of his length and dripping down his balls. ]}

Eat me up as much as you like.

[He closes his eyes and almost purrs at the stroking under his chin, entirely like a cat in the near gesture, but just looks pleased by it instead. The hair-tugging doesn't bother him much, either-- if he were honest he'd tell him he liked it, anyway. He rumbles a pleased sort of hum of a sound, smoothing the pad of his thumb up from the base of him to the tip and circling the slit for a moment before going back at it, still rumbling that pleased sound.]

[Well, he did say as much as he likes.]

_{[ his brother is a fucking furry.. all of this is so stupid.
But it feels good and Karamatsu simply cannot resist everything that Ichimatsu is doing to him— the best feeling he has ever felt probably ever, nothing that his hands can duplicate, for sure. Ichimatsu has never done this with a partner before, but Karamatsu has never experienced it, so it's all pretty mind blowing (lol) for him.
As Ichimatsu's lips ease down over his dick, he manages to keep his hips flat against the sofa, showing more self control and obedience. His fingernails do scrape Ichimatsu's scalp before he releases an embarrassing whimper, the beginning of a haze flourishing over his body and mind.

It really won't be much longer. ]}

I—Ichimatsu, oh my G-God..
_{[ His voice is wanting, doused in lust. His other hand reclaims the sofa, fingers curling tightly against the cushion as his eyes squeeze shut, breathing growing rapid once more. ]}

[Excuse you, being a furry is not stupid.]

[He appreciates Karamatsu's display of control and obedience in keeping his hips still and pressed into the couch, almost as much as he appreciates the scrape of his fingernails against his scalp. Karamatsu receives a rumbling groan of a sound around his dick for that, and he swirls his tongue down and around him to he base in a lewd motion, bobbing his head just enough to get a hair more friction.]

[He hums again, this time inquisitively, but with a thickness to his voice that belies how rallied he is by his brother's lust.]

_{[ It's ridiculous how fast his heart is racing, nearly popping out of his chest at this rate. He cannot hear anything but his own wet breathes panting wildly between his ears as his tension builds and builds. His toes curl again, unable to hold it in much longer, as much as he probably would like to. It's embarrassing when he climaxes for several reasons, mostly he lets out a strangled cry when doing so, hands fumbling awkwardly to cover his mouth and conceal any other noises (with little success.) Another reason was the actual amount of semen he released in several hot spurts into Ichimatsu's mouth. It was a bit more and messy than average— it had been awhile since he had reached an orgasm, anyway. It was hard for him to feel comfortable doing such a thing in a completely filled house. Either way, maybe Ichimatsu will like it, who knows.

Bold, boy-like lashes are sealed shut, warm tears pricking the edges of his eyes. A pleasurable sensation cascades over his entire body in waves as he orgasms. His muscles constrict and relax, buzzing head lulling backwards as he tries to steady himself, a trail of saliva leaking handsomely from the crease in his lips.

Nice. ]}

[He hadn't expected him to last long-- Hell, maybe he outlasted what he expected. He's slid down completely on him when he loses it, having moved forward and felt his balls tighten and stayed where he was, relishing in the choked sound from Karamatsu's mouth definitely more than he enjoys the taste of him. He didn't figure he'd love semen, especially not with Karamatsu's meat-favoritism, but he didn't like salty things overmuch and it was almost too much. He swallows obediently around him regardless, pulling back before he's done and catching the rest, largely unintentionally, across the face. He doesn't hide the uncertain distaste for the flavor from his expression, but it's not terribly different from his usual irritated deadpan, anyway.]

[Once he's wiped his face clean, however, he gets a wicked retaliatory idea and scoots upward, grabbing him by the collar and kissing him, his mouth still bathed in his release. How do you like the taste of your own ejaculate, Karamatsu? There's definitely a lewdly pleased sound rumbling from his chest, then.]

_{[ He was so peaceful, enjoying the lasting pleasure that lingered on his tingling body, his eyes closed and his heart beginning to slow down. His damp skin was rising and falling through each breath. Right now, he didn't want to speak or be disturbed— he just wanted to enjoy himself.

So when he senses movement and feels another body on top of him, he grunts, already looking irritated, and as he parts his lips to discourage Ichimatsu any further, he's pulled into a slimy, salty, disgusting kiss and it was probably the grossest thing that Ichimatsu could surprise him with right now. He makes a muffled noise against his brother's mouth and forcibly jerks himself away, hands gripping Ichimatsu's clothing to shove him off as quickly as he got on top of him. Karamatsu actually spits then turns to Ichimatsu. ]}

WHAT THE HELL, DUMBASS!?
_{[ oh.. an insult too.. that.. well.. that never happens.. ]}

[One thing in this moment is sure-- it's a damn good thing Ichimatsu is a sick fuck and likes pain and thinks Karamatsu is hot when he's angry. Maybe. His boner might just exacerbate the problem right now.]

[He's pretty easy to shove away, anyway, but the gesture being so sudden and forceful startles him and he topples right on off the couch. For the briefest of seconds he's terrified, because he's not used to aggression from any of them, least of all Karamatsu, so he just stays where he's dropped until Karamatsu has settled and yelled at him. He's still pretty spooked as he looks up at him, but he masks it with his usual deadpan and a faint grin, picking himself up carefully.]

Ah, not a fan of your own taste? It's 'cause you eat so much meat, you know.

_{[ Ugh. That was just.. so unnecessary. Karamatsu smacks his lips, grimacing, and eases up and off of the sofa, picking up both his jeans and undergarments from around his ankles and hoisting them up around his hips, wiggling them back and forth and buttoning the latch. His brows are pinned tightly together, looking exasperated for a moment as he zips himself back up, walking around Ichimatsu. When he passes him, he raises his leg slightly and uses the round of his knee to hit Ichimatsu across the shoulder with it.

Glaring icily down at his younger brother as his foot meets the ground again, his face is red— body still flushed from his orgasm, but also flustered from his irritation. ]}

No, it doesn't matter. That was repulsive and uncalled for. You're the one who wanted to taste me to begin with, asshole.

_{[ He continues walking— carefully— to exit the room and get some water. When he opens the sliding door to leave, it slams shut rather loudly. ]}

Edited 2017-02-11 02:59 (UTC)

[He's silent for a while, knocked forward from the impact of Karamatsu's knee to his shoulder. He stares at the floor beneath his hands supporting him, and he struggles.]

[Because on one hand, holy shit, he has never been so hard in his life. Karamatsu has always been attractive to him, basically pretty much since he hit puberty and became ridiculously jealous of the second sibling's put-together appearance and unrivaled, if misplaced, put-upon confidence. He was endlessly thrilled by the baritone of his voice, the way it cloaked everything in the room in silk and velvet with the faintest of growls when he was irritated or passionate about something. He'd been hopelessly and completely attracted to the notion of him getting angry, and specifically getting angry at him, since he'd very nearly never seen it at all. So with the aggression, the names called, and especially the rough contact-- Jesus, he could probably come in his pants just replaying the moment he realized he'd kissed him with a mouthful of his own semen in his head a few times.]

[He chose to focus on that instead of the much more familiar cold sense of sinking, all-encompassing guilt and self-loathing, because at least it was new and at least he'd feel better for a minute if he successfully jacked himself to orgasm, but while he fought with himself over what to focus on his heart and his throat constricted so tightly it hurt to breathe for a while.]

[He deserved it, though. He'd sucked off his brother, which was wrong to begin with, and then he'd grossed him out and not even apologized for it. When he'd never even done anything worthy of Karamatsu's attention or willingness to permit his depravity.]

[So he focused on his boner, closed his eyes to remember the anger Karamatsu had thrown at him, the rage and the malice, and slowly moved to sit on his knees and press his face into the couch and inhale what was left of the scent of him and his sex. He turned the words over and over in his head like a record skipping and replaying the same short segment of a track, what the hell, dumbass, repulsive, asshole. He was all of these things. And Karamatsu had finally seen that, and if Ichimatsu was never given another chance to suck him off again, the anger that ensued from him sabotaging and royally fucking himself over would be enough fap material for the remainder of his solitary jacking off life.]

[Unfortunately, that didn't change the fact that after sliding his pants down his thighs and stroking himself for several minutes, as his hips stuttered and his body shook and he bit into the couch cushion to muffle a guttural shout of his brother's name as he came, hot frustrated tears collected in his eyes and slid down his face.]

[This would leave him a pathetic heap on the couch with his pants around his knees, idly mopping up his mess with a wad of tissues and crying, silent beyond periodic hitches of his breath muffled by the hand, balled into a fist, shoved partway into his mouth.]

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