crowspace | Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[This is a really nice room, but it's not like Chuuya cares too much about that when his boyfriend is kissing him so sweetly. He could kiss him like this in a McDonald's and Chuuya would have no complaints.

Poet-Chuuya returns the kiss in full, wrapping his arms around mafia-Chuuya's back to pull him in closer.]

[Chuuya wouldn’t eat McDonald’s unless shit was really dire. Not that he minds the fries.

Chuuya loses himself in the kiss for a moment, deepening it as he wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, and already he feels his arousal stirring from such a simple gesture.

It’s probably the atmosphere.]

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[Probably, or poet-Chuuya talking about him so adoringly when he wasn't even there.

Poet-Chuuya moans into his boyfriend's mouth, finally pulling away half an inch just to take a breath.]

How long can I have you for?

All night.

[Yeah Yeah, he’ll need to report back to HQ sometime soon, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have a bit of fun first.]

Why don’t we try something new while we’re here?

[Chuuya knows what’s in these rooms, and he pulls out the nightstand drawer to fish out a blindfold,]

You wanna wear it or should I?

I'll wear it this time. Since it was my idea before.

[If mafia-Chuuya sees how much poet-Chuuya enjoys it, maybe he'll be more comfortable when poet-Chuuya gets him to wear it.]

You can tie my hands together too.

Sure thing.

[Luckily there’s also handcuffs available, and Chuuya cuffs his boyfriend’s hands behind his back before tying the blindfold around his eyes.]

Ready?

[Chuuya straddles his boyfriend’s lap and kisses him deeply, allowing him to get used to the sensory deprivation.]

[Already, the lack of sight makes poet-Chuuya's other senses seem more acute. He shivers when mafia-Chuuya kisses him, leaning in to return that kiss with a little more desperation than the one before.

When they part, poet-Chuuya's face is flushed and his smile is wide.]

I'm at your mercy. What are you going to do to me, Mr. Mafia Executive?

I can’t ruin the surprise, you know~

[Chuuya chuckles, and while his boyfriend is blinded he strips his own top half bare before guiding poet-Chuuya’s hands to his chest.]

Being here reminds me how good I look in a kimono~

I'll have to see that some other time.

[Since obviously, he can't right now.

Poet-Chuuya can't do much with his hands while they're handcuffed, but meeting mafia-Chuuya's bare skin gets an appreciative murmur as he tries to rub his boyfriend's chest.]

Yeah.

[For now he’ll gently push poet-Chuuya onto his back and lift his shirt up so he can start gently teasing him with his mouth. It must be thrilling, being unable to see where his boyfriend will taste or touch next. He kisses and nips all over his boyfriend’s chest, flicking his tongue out over a nipple.]

You’re really cute, you know that? Telling everyone how beautiful I am.

[Not knowing what mafia-Chuuya is doing up until he feels it definitely adds to the excitement. Poet-Chuuya groans, wanting to touch his boyfriend and repay him in pleasure, but unable to.]

Th-that's just a fact, it doesn't make me cute...

[He whimpers as his boyfriend keeps teasing him.]

It does.

[Because no one has ever genuinely talked about him in such a sweet way before, and Chuuya feels touched by it. All the things he could do with those beautiful women, and he chose to talk about his boyfriend.

He works open Poet-Chuuya’s pants and pulls them off before kissing and nipping at each hipbone.]

Do you talk about me at the library too?

[It's hard to talk about anything with mafia-Chuuya undressing him and kissing his skin like that, and poet-Chuuya thinks it's frankly unfair that he keeps asking him questions.]

All the time- You're the best thing in my life, why wouldn't I talk about you-

[There's nothing else to talk about except booze and fighting, and he's exhausted his conversation on those a long time ago. But Chuuya? He could talk about Chuuya for hours and not even come close to running out of words.]

[He pauses for a moment.]

I wanna talk about you too...but it’s dangerous for me to mention someone I care about...

[He’d rather die than put poet-Chuuya in danger by mentioning him to the wrong people.

But enough of that. He wants to make his boyfriend feel good, and he starts by pulling off his underwear and pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock.]

You’re so hot...

[None of that, there's no angst allowed in this thread. Chuuya gasps when he feels his boyfriend's mouth on him - his underwear being pulled off was a warning, but that didn't prepare him for exactly when or what he was going to be touched with.]

So are you - I can just imagine what you look like right now-

[Mafia-Chuuya is beautiful. He always is.]

[Chuuya grins, and of course he’s pleased to be complimented like that, but instead of more talking he licks poet-Chuuya’s cock from base to tip and dips his tongue into the slit.

He’s got far more planned than just a blowjob, of course, but it’s a good place to start.]

Chuuya, Chuuya...!

[The rooms have to be soundproof, so Chuuya doesn't feel self-conscious about how loud he is - not that he could help it even if everyone could hear them.

He wants to run his fingers through his boyfriend's hair right now. He wants to see him. He wants more, because with his senses heightened, just a lick is too much and not enough all at once. His hips are quivering, but he wouldn't dare jerk forward and possibly hit mafia-Chuuya in the nose.]

[Chuuya sucks the tip of his boyfriend’s cock into his mouth before pulling off with a wet pop.]

Keep calling my name~

[Time for Chuuya to undress the rest of the way, and once he does he straddles poet-Chuuya backwards and grinds his bare ass down on his cock.]

Tell me what you want. Anything.

Chuuya...

[He can feel mafia-Chuuya grinding against him, and his bare skin feels amazing, as amazing as his mouth had. But he can't even imagine something mafia-Chuuya would do to him that he wouldn't want.

Because-]

I just want you.

[Feelings...he’s having them.]

Sure thing.

[How could Chuuya deny him anything?

He wants to ride poet-Chuuya’s cock, but first...]

But I kinda want to tease you more.

[It’s easy enough to flip his boyfriend over and lift his hips in the air before spreading him open and lapping at his hole.]

[And tease him he shall. Poet-Chuuya's gasps of "Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya" raise in volume and frequency the more that Mafia-Chuuya licks at his hole.

He tries to wrap his legs around mafia-Chuuya, to at least be able to touch him that much. It's entirely unfair that he can't give his boyfriend pleasure right now, but telling him so would require complete sentences, which are beyond his ability while being rimmed.]

[Chuuya is honestly touched that his boyfriend is so eager to return the favor and give him pleasure, but he wants to focus solely on Poet-Chuuya for now, and he pushes his tongue in and out of his hole over and over again until he’s dripping wet. Only then does he pull back and playfully nip at one of Poet-Chuuya’s ass cheeks.]

I could tease you all night if you want~

[ He pushes a finger inside of his boyfriend to punctuate his words.]

I think I will, actually.

If you don't let me get you off soon I'm going to - oh god - make you regret it-

[Ah, we've reached the ineffectual threats stage, where Chuuya is still overloaded but can manage words just well enough to try to convince his boyfriend to let him touch him.

He doesn't sound very threatening with the quiver in his voice, and the way he pushes back onto mafia-Chuuya's finger doesn't help any.]

How are you gonna do that? I like your punishment~

[Chuuya adds another finger inside of his boyfriend, curling them and stretching him open, and it’s so tempting to just fuck him right now.]

Should I fuck you or ride you? I can’t decide~

[Another finger, and Chuuya must be stretching his boyfriend to his limits.]

I’m not taking those cuffs off, either way.

[Poet-Chuuya's at his limit, both in terms of fingers and patience. His cock is hard enough nearly to brush against his stomach and he writhes with every motion of mafia-Chuuya's fingers.]

Oh god, oh god - just fuck me already.

[If he doesn't, Chuuya can't guarantee he won't try to get himself on his boyfriend's dick even without the use of his hands or being able to see what he's doing.]

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