【OPEN/NSFW】☆ SHAMELESS SMUT POST

[justaways]

☆ 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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[ichimyatsu]

[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.

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

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. ]}

this is long and gross and also fucking feelings. feelings and gross orgasms. #ichimatsu

[ichimyatsu]

[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.]