Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[goatsongs]

[from here]

Heh. I can think of plenty of people who'd call me vain for drinking to that one. Lucky I'm drinking with you instead.

[Chuuya drinks, naturally.]

Well, never have I ever been a sexy redhead.

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[thetaintedsorrow]

[Holy shit, poet-Chuuya meeting his every thrust feels so fucking good that Chuuya’s head falls back with a loud, shameless moan, and his hips never stop moving, seeking the mind blowing pleasure that comes with every brush of other-Chuuya’s cock against his prostate.]

Oh god...!

[He’s practically seeing stars now, his cock twitching and dripping with precome as he digs his nails into poet-Chuuya’s shoulders.]

Come inside me...please...

[goatsongs]

Y-you first-

[Chuuya wraps one hand around other-Chuuya's cock and strokes him almost in time to his thrusts. He's too close to the edge himself to manage to get the rhythm down, but he's doing his best to make sure his boyfriend comes first.

It's a wonder he can remember how hands work, really, considering the sight that mafia-Chuuya is and the way he feels wrapped around his cock.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[The rhythm may be unsteady, but poet-Chuuya’s hand wrapped around his cock is more than enough to set him off, and he sinks down onto other-Chuuya’s cock one last time as he comes hard enough to see stars. He cries out Chuuya’s name over and over as he rides out the waves of pleasure, his come splattering all over his stomach and chest.]

Fuck...

[He rests his forehead against other-Chuuya’s when he’s finally spent, panting and twitching with aftershocks.]

I love you.

[goatsongs]

[Other-Chuuya coming apart on Chuuya's cock is too much for him. He thrusts up a couple more times before coming inside of him, a wordless cry leaving his lips.

It takes him a second to recover from his climax enough to be able to make words do what he wants them to do again.]

I love you too. I'm so lucky...

[He hardly ever thinks that.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[That’s the sweetest thing he’s ever heard besides other-Chuuya’s poem.]

Yeah? Me too.

[Chuuya doesn’t want to move just yet, his body aching and exhausted, but eventually he lifts up off of other-Chuuya and sits down beside him in the water.]

We need fresh water...

[Look at this mess...

Chuuya manages to drain the water and draw a fresh bath, and he grabs a cloth before washing off the dried come on his stomach and chest.]

How about you come to my apartment this weekend? I’ll show you my lingerie collection~

[goatsongs]

[Meanwhile, Chuuya will wash off other-Chuuya's back, even if it's a little less covered in come.]

Just tell me when and where and I'll be there to see your lingerie, your toys, and your booze.