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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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(OOC: SO all of his favs and yeses that apply would work great with Jae-Ha. Their kink lists match up well... So we can wing it... Let's assume this random love hotel room has whatever we need.)

[As much as they'd been drinking, even Jae-Ha feels a buzz as he checks them into the first hotel he can find. He thinks he recalls Gintoki saying something about not being able to go home, and he certainly can't return anywhere himself like this, so this would have to do. Besides, he didn't mind the company of a beautiful man so much... Even if originally he'd been aiming for a cute girl to spend the night with.

The decorations are a little unusual compared to what Jae-Ha normally expects from the country inns he's used to seeing, but the real shock is when he opens the door to the room itself. This is clearly not any ordinary hotel... Was he meant to take "love hotel" so literally? Was he? This wasn't like the normal shady places he went to, even. They were far more subtle than this!

Oh, but he's clogging up the doorway, and so he finally moves in and helps Gintoki along if he needs it.]

Well, this will do. [It's fine, this is fine... Two attractive men in a room like this... Nothing could go wrong. He's thinking along those lines.]

//OOC: my kinklist is "furry" so this can safely go anywhere with whatever you're comfortable with!

[ it's always been difficult for Aion to keep his eyes off of Crow during performances. after all, his fiery passion fueled the entire band and his vocals sometimes drew a black tear from the dark god's eyes. small in stature, but big in everything else he did, his admiration and love for the other guitarist is always on display on stage.

though, it was fun to provoke the rodent into baring his fangs. but even with the teasing, Aion still looked down on him with fondness. through his fingers, of course.

he slips into the ever-familiar looking green room, noting a strange addition: a sturdy looking table. a perfect place for Aion to settle down onto, one leg over the other. his arm, folded across his body with one hand cover his mouth and and nose. a perfect place for him, right in front of the door.

he'll wait for Crow. the others were heading back to get food. they can have their fun. ]

[He couldn't really tell you how he ended up in this situation, but it probably involved borderline alchohol poisoning between two lightweights and Ichimatsu's own tendency to forget how affectionate and honest drinking made him. It was a lot of why he didn't drink.]

[He'd always had the most complicated of feelings for the second-born of their six, Karamatsu. The blue-clad second eldest was confident and flamboyant, not afraid to draw attention to himself and arrogant to a nearly laughable degree. He was literally everything Ichimatsu was not, though he couldn't ever pinpoint if he was simultaneously everything he wanted to be or not. Sure, he wanted to be confident. Sure, he wanted to be complimented. Did that mean he wanted to wear pants covered in sequins and shirts emblazoned with his own face? Probably not.]

[Sometime in their high school years, when Karamatsu had discovered drama club and Ichimatsu had discovered depression, a previously normal sibling relationship between the second and the fourth was all but disemboweled. Somewhere in that time frame Ichimatsu snapped, and his jealousy and desire to be as comfortable in his own skin as Karamatsu seemed greatly overshadowed his love of his family. He became hateful and negative, and Karamatsu became the family punching bag for his outlandish, embarrassing displays when they should have all been learning out to accept their differences.]

[And now, at the curious and sexually exploratory age of twenty-three, Ichimatsu had gotten himself and his brother unreasonably drunk for their respective tolerances (which, to be fair, was only one six pack of Sapporo, slightly unevenly split) and was laying on him on the couch in their bedroom. He hadn't stopped smiling for nearly thirty minutes and his face hurt, but he'd also been mashing his lips into Karamatsu's everything for most of that time, so he couldn't really tell if it was because his muscles were sore from the expression or if his skin was just tired of being repeatedly crushed into another person.]

[He laughed throatily and brought the very same smiling lips to Karamatsu's earlobe, exhaling and gumming at the skin, letting his hands wander under the hem of the blue parka on his brother's upper half.]

So are you just ticklish or is this actually turning you on?

[ Aoba adjusts the setting on his phone to capture the scene in it's entirety - Karamatsu's request, actually, not his. He's embarrassed by the exposure, the fact that he knows there will be a record of their encounter. Just pushing the button makes his skin light up from head to toe as he suddenly feels gripped with self-consciousness.

He's about to be intimate with his boyfriend... his roommate... but he promised this won't be shared. This is just something between them. Despite the deceptive ease of pushing that button, this had taken quite a lot of convincing. Karamatsu by himself is hardly influential by default. This was the culmination of years of trust and knowledge and... no shortage of feelings that grew over time.

Aoba might have fooled around in his youth, but this was different. Karamatsu was... uh. Different. And that was putting it mildly. Let's not get too caught up in the how such a relationship has developed. ]

Y-you promise no one else is going to see this, right?

[ He's already dying of embarrassment, because being on camera, even with the intention of deleting all evidence of their encounter shortly after is humiliation enough. He drops his face into the pillows first, his body spread out over the bed and long blue hair cascading over his shoulders and back. The rest of him is clad only in stockings and a lingerie more suited for a woman with a curvier figure, his own scrawny figure fitting into the lacy garment except for where the top bunches where it doesn't quite fit over his flat chest.

At least this humiliation is shared with them alone, right? ]

...K-Karamatsu? [ Wasn't he going to come in? ]

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