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【OPEN/NSFW】☆ SHAMELESS SMUT POST



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☆ 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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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?
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[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!!]
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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. ]
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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.]
slams back into this .. quite literally
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. ]
kyaaaa ///
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.]