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]

[Oh god he’s so excited just from hearing that.]

Hell yes you can.

[Chuuya is incredibly flexible, and his back seat is extremely roomy, so he maneuvers around a bit until his ass is in the air before tugging down his pants and underwear. He really isn’t ashamed in the slightest.]

[goatsongs]

[He has nothing to be ashamed of. Chuuya grins.]

Remind me someday to find out how far you can bend.

[But for right now, he grips onto mafia-Chuuya's legs and licks around his hole before lapping directly over it.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Hnnn...fuck!!

[Chuuya groans and arches his back in sheer pleasure as his boyfriend laps at his hole, fingers digging into the upholstery of the back seat.]

Oh god, it’s so fucking good...

[goatsongs]

[Mafia-Chuuya's reactions are delicious. Poet-Chuuya will never get tired of doing this to him.

He spreads Chuuya out with his fingers before starting to press his tongue inside of him, darting his tongue in and out to properly tonguefuck him.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya doesn’t bother keeping his voice down, and he trembles with need as poet-Chuuya starts tongue fucking him. That hot, wet tongue pressing into him again and again is absolutely heavenly, and already he’s so hard that it hurts.]

Fuck...don’t stop...!

[goatsongs]

[Not stopping. Chuuya chuckles before he starts to thrust his tongue in deeper and harder, eager to have his boyfriend completely fall apart from his tongue alone.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Oh god, Chuuya...!

[And falling apart he is; Chuuya cries his boyfriend’s name over and over again until he finally comes, all without his cock ever being touched. Thick spurts of come land on his backseat, but at least they’re leather...]

Fuck...

[He’s panting and trembling from the aftermath, and it takes some maneuvering to pull his pants back up.]

That was hot as hell.

[goatsongs]

Yeah, you were.

[Beautiful. Gorgeous. Chuyua should write a poem about this someday and see how much he can embarrass his boyfriend with it.

He sits back and half-heartedly tugs his pants up enough to attempt decency.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Sweet-talker.

[Chuuya wipes up the mess in his seat with a cloth that he usually keeps around the floorboard just in case he needs to...you know, wipe up some blood or something off his expensive leather seats.

It’s not the most comfortable, but Chuuya manages to curl up on top of his boyfriend with a little yawn.]

I love you.

[goatsongs]

[Come is easier to clean up than blood, which is easier to clean up than ink.

Chuuya gently pets his boyfriend's hair.]

I love you too. So much.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Mmm. Let’s get out of here and go take a nap.

[Chuuya crawls into the front seat before turning on the ignition, and then the radio, with a smirk.]

Unless you think I’m gonna crash.

[goatsongs]

You'd do a better job than I'd do sober.

[He's. Not much of a driver.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Heh. That so?

[Turns out Chuuya doesn’t crash, and they can spend the rest of the day lazing around and cuddling like they should.]

[goatsongs]

[While they're cuddled up together...]

I heard if I got you drunk that you'd tell me what you and Niimi were talking about.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya goes deathly quiet for a moment before finally speaking up.]

...yeah.

[A slow, shaky exhale.]

He asked when we were getting married.

[goatsongs]

[That's just the kind of thing Niimi would ask, isn't it. He should have guessed.]

...What do you think about something like that?

[Chuuya is quiet, but not sad or afraid.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

...I dunno. Never considered it a possibility in my line of work.

[He rests his head on his boyfriend’s chest.]

I wanna be with you forever, but a big wedding can’t happen. It’s too dangerous.

[goatsongs]

I know it can't.

[Chuuya starts to lightly pet his boyfriend's hair.]

What about a small thing? Unofficial. Nobody outside of this library would have to know.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya will always melt into his boyfriend’s touch.]

That would be nice. Just a few close friends.

[He kisses poet-Chuuya’s cheek.]

You’re the only one I want, for the rest of my life.

[goatsongs]

[Mafia-Chuuya can always make his heart skip a beat with a kiss, no matter how chaste.]

Same to you.

Is there anybody you'd want to invite?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Mm. Maybe Akutagawa and Kouyou-anesan. Not sure who else.

[He can’t very well invite the boss.]

You?

[goatsongs]

Niimi, Miyazawa-sensei, Mori-sensei. Just them, I think.

[At least he wouldn't have to worry about children being a nuisance at the wedding.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

That sounds good.

[He kisses poet-Chuuya on the forehead, soft and sweet.]

Would I look hot in a wedding dress?

[goatsongs]

You'd look hot in a cardboard bag.

[...but yes, he'd look especially hot in a wedding dress.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Heh. You too.

[He takes poet-Chuuya’s hand in his own before kissing his ring finger.]

I’ll buy you a ring. We can pick it out together.