call me out v. 11.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

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[goatsongs]

Fuck yes.

[The eagerness is hot in its own right, and Chuuya moans as he scissors his fingers inside himself.]

I'll ride you until you can't think straight.

[mafiadog]

[Akutagawa groans, now hard as a rock once more, and it’s gone from enjoyable to watch Chuuya to pure torture.]

Please...I want you to...

[Please isn’t a word he says very often.]

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya will remember this.]

Be patient for just a minute. Unless you want to help get me ready for you?

[Chuuya slides a third finger inside himself, trying to stretch himself as much as he can so that Akutagawa's cock doesn't give him anything but pleasure.]

[mafiadog]

Anything you want.

[Chuuya seems to be doing just fine without him, but Akutagawa takes the liberty of kissing him deeply as he tries to slip another finger inside of Chuuya. He’s going to be stretched to his limits from this.]

[goatsongs]

[If Chuuya can take four fingers like this, he can take Akutagawa's cock for sure. He groans against Akutagawa's mouth before he returns the kiss, almost as desperate to be fucked as Akutagawa is to fuck him.

He can't stand it for more than a few seconds before he pulls away and pulls his fingers out of him.]

Sit back...

[mafiadog]

[Akutagawa isn’t going to argue with that, and he pulls away to lie back in the bed, cock standing proudly between his legs.]

Please...

[His voice is laced with desperation now, but he’ll wait for Chuuya to finally sink down on him for as long as it takes.]

[goatsongs]

[There's no need to worry. Chuuya doesn't waste a second in straddling Akutagawa. He grips his cock at the base to steady it, then starts to sink down.]

Fuck...

[Even having just the head inside him sets Chuuya's nerves on fire, but he keeps going, keeps taking more and more of Akutagawa inside him until he's all the way to the hilt.]

Oh god, oh god...

[He needs a moment.]

[mafiadog]

[It’s a good thing that Chuuya takes a moment to adjust, because Akutagawa needs it just as much as he does. His hands fly up to grip Chuuya’s hips, nails digging in roughly as his breathing grows ragged.

It’s so incredibly hot and tight inside of Chuuya, and Akutagawa has to force his hips still so that he doesn’t accidentally hurt him by bucking up.]

God...

[How can someone so tiny take all of him like this?]

[goatsongs]

[Answer: with effort. Akutagawa's cock feels like it's splitting him apart, and Chuuya can't yet start riding him in earnest.

Instead, he grinds against Akutagawa, groaning as Akutagawa's cock shifts and rubs inside him. The discomfort is still present, but starting to fade.]

[mafiadog]

Oh...oh god...

[Akutagawa is already overwhelmed with pleasure, but luckily he’d built up a bit of stamina from his earlier orgasm and doesn’t come straight away as Chuuya grinds against him. Shit...it feels so incredible...]

[goatsongs]

[Another good reason to blow an inexperienced lover before you have them fuck you.

Chuuya's adjusted enough that he can start to move in earnest: raising himself until only the head of Akutagawa's cock remains in him, then slowly sinking back down until he's all the way inside.]

Fuck, that's so good...

[Even this slow pace is almost too much.]

[mafiadog]

Hnnn...oh god...!

[It’s incredibly difficult to compose himself when Chuuya starts riding him in earnest, and he grips those narrow hips with enough force to leave bruises, desperately trying to keep himself grounded . Never has he experienced such overwhelming pleasure, and it’s slowly taking him apart at the seams.]

You feel incredible...

[goatsongs]

[There will be bruises on Chuuya's hips in the shape of Akutagawa's fingers, he knows. Anyone who saw them could tell what he'd been doing.

Good.

Chuuya increases his pace a little, rising and falling with some speed now.]

Akutagawa, Akutagawa-

[No one's filled him up this much and this well before. Of course he chants his name as he sinks onto Akutagawa's cock again and again.]

[mafiadog]

Chuuya-san...!!

[Oh god, it’s too good. Feeling Chuuya’s hot, tight insides sinking down onto his cock over and over again is utter bliss, and all he can do is lie back and hold on for dear life.

Well, that and wrap his hand around Chuuya’s cock to start jerking him off.]

[goatsongs]

[If it's already overwhelming just being filled up this way, how can Chuuya last with Akutagawa stroking him?

The answer: he can't. Only a few strokes in and Chuuya's crying out Akutagawa's name one last time, coming over his own stomach and Akutagawa's.

He doesn't stop moving. If anything, he moves faster and harder, prolonging his own climax as much as he can.]

[mafiadog]

Nnnnnnnghh!!!

[Chuuya tightening down around him as he comes and crying out his name so sweetly is far too much for him to take, and he grips Chuuya’s hips hard as he comes, nails digging into pale flesh as he shudders and gasps in pleasure.

There’s so much come that it drips out around his cock and down Chuuya’s thighs, and Akutagawa doesn’t think he’s ever seen a sexier sight. He groans, collapsing back against the bed when he’s completely spent.]

[goatsongs]

[There's so much come and not enough room for it to go anywhere, and Chuuya can feel it dripping out of him even before he lifts off of Akutagawa's cock to collapse next to him.]

...Fuck.

[That about sums up his thoughts right now.]

[mafiadog]

Indeed.

[...now what? He’s never had someone stay after sex...

He wraps a tendril Of Rashomon around Chuuya’s torso in a sort of hug.]

Are you staying?

[goatsongs]

If you aren't kicking me out, then I'm staying.

[And he figures Akutagawa isn't kicking him out based on how adorable Rashomon's being right now. So he curls up closer to Akutagawa's side.]

[mafiadog]

I’m not.

[Akutagawa dares to reach out and slide his fingers through Chuuya’s hair.]

You’re one of the few to not flinch at Rashomon’s touch.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya's hair is soft, and he hums contentedly when Akutagawa plays with it.]

Don't you use it for murder most of the time?

[mafiadog]

...yes.

[A fair enough assessment. Which is difficult to believe considering that Rashomon is being downright snuggly right now.]

...is this a one night stand?

[Blunt as ever.]

[goatsongs]

No.

[As blunt an answer.]

I don't do one night stands with people I already know and sort of get along with.

[mafiadog]

Oh.

[He blinks a few times.]

Are we dating, then?

[He doesn’t know how these things work.]

[goatsongs]

Do you want to be dating?

[Chuuya's assumption was friends with benefits, but he's not against the dating idea...]