wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

[ O-oh. Yukimura... hadn't expected that. There's cum all over his face now.

Just another average day at Denny's.

A little stunned, Yukimura wipes a finger across his cheek and tastes it, like he actually needs to verify what it is or something.

--Well, not really, he's just curious.

And it's maybe ten seconds into this awkward situation that he realizes that it is an awkward situation. Oh man. Masamune definitely meant to last longer than that. ]

A-ah, Lord Masamune... If you have not done much of this sort of thing, then it is completely understandable!

[Oh god. Oh fuck oh shit. Seeing Sanada Yukimura's face dripping with his semen is so immensely satisfying he's not sure if the fluttering in his stomach isn't some smaller, secondary orgasm. He wants to be proud of himself for that, but how the hell can he be when it wasn't supposed to happen like that?! He struggles to stammer out an apology - or any sound that isn't just the pure essence of being overwhelmed, when Yukimura has to go ahead and make things EVEN WORSE.]

I-It's not like that!!

[His voice cracks, but at least he's able to form words at all now. Even if the next few are little more than English expletives to himself. He looks away, red-faced, and clumsily pulls a few napkins out of the dispenser behind him.]

I got plenty of experience... [He can count his partners on BOTH HANDS... because sometimes his left needs a break. Ba dum tish.

He shoves a napkin against Yukimura's face and lets it stick there.]

[ Ohhh, welp, he embarrassed him. He didn't mean to! He was trying to be considerate!

Yukimura's not sure he's even heard some of these English words from Masamune before.

And there he goes, sticking the napkin... to his face...

...This is the most self-conscious he's felt this entire time.

He takes the napkin he was not-so kindly provided with and wipes the semen off of his face. There's some in his hair, too. That's going to have to wash out, isn't it? ]

You do?

[ HE GENUINELY CAN'T HELP SOUNDING SURPRISED, OKAY. ]

Wh-! Don't say it like you're surprised, asshole!!

[He crumples the napkin he was using for himself and whips it right at Yukimura's head. At least he's too agitated to be embarrassed anymore?!]

[ HEY, that's... not painful or anything, but a little gross!! ]

--I mean you no insult!!

[ If Yukimura had managed to keep his mouth shut, would he be Yukimura? ]

It is simply the impression I got from you!

[NOT BETTER.]

Ha! Shows what you know. I could give a better one any day!

...You believe you possess more skill than I do?

[ That's a bold statement if you ask Yukimura! One that needs to be tested. ]

Then I would like to see you prove it!

Edited (my brain is asleep o god) 2019-10-29 04:54 (UTC)

Too easy.

[...It's right about now that it finally dawns on him what he's not only just agreed to, but what he needs to excel at or DIE. His arrogant smirk fslls flat. Whoops, maybe sometimes he should actually pause to consider a challenge before accepting it. Even if it is from Yukimura.

What the hell is he supposed to do if Yukimura has had his dick sucked before?! HE'S IN TOO DEEP.

Masamune glances down at his lap, at a loss... and just slides right off the table. Should he bother getting redressed, he wonders? Better not risk getting jizz all over his clothes, right? BUT HE'S ALSO JUST NAKED IN DENNY'S.]

What're you waiting for? Get your pants off and get ready to have your mind blown.

[ Emotionally, we're all a little naked in Denny's.

He almost wonders if Masamune's going to back out, but it seems the Dragon is a stubborn beast no matter the era. It's on, then.

Yukimura discards his armor and removes his pants, allowing Masamune to see two things:

One, Yukimura doesn't wear underwear, and two, he's rock hard.

(In a Denny's, holy shit you two, reconsider your life choices-)

He sits down on the table right where Masamune had been a moment before. ]

All right, Lord Masamune. Show me what you're capable of.

[He was just... letting it all hang out the whole time... Does the Yukimura at school wear anything under those soccer shorts, Masamune wonders? Maybe he'll spy on a game or two...

Ahem.

He even clears his throat out loud and settles on his haunches between Yukimura's legs, trying very hard (failing even harder) to not stare too blatantly at the boner right in front of him. He hasn't even been this close and personal with his own dick!

(He has tried. He put his neck out for three days.)

He glances up at Yukimura, then to the side, then the dick, then aside again. Shit, don't watch him, how the hell is he supposed to focus with this kind of pressure?! Deep breath in, then out. He settles one hand on Yukimura's knee and leans in to put the other around his cock, taking a moment to just kind of... marvel at its unfamiliarity. Already so hard, just from him... that's kinda nice.

He rubs his thumb along the underside and licks his lips in preparation. Here he goes. He's gonna do it. Any second now.

. . . ]

Are you ready?

[GOD.]

[ YOU'RE NOT CONVINCING HIM OF YOUR IMMENSE SEXUAL PROWESS, MASAMINI.

The Masamune he knows sucks dick like a pro. Yukimura doesn't exactly have any else to compare him to, but if there were awards for good blowjobs, Masamune would have, like, a lot of them. Yukimura would definitely give him one.

By contrast, this Masamune might as well be the most virginal virgin to ever exist. But the thing is, Yukimura sympathizes, because it wasn't all that long ago that it felt like just kissing Masamune was going to fluster him right into a heart attack. ]

Yes, most certainly.

[ Masamune's definitely stalling, so Yukimura wants to think of a way to make this less intimidating... His pride might make things difficult, and Yukimura is not the most subtle man in the universe, but! He'll find a way. ]

However, you do not need to rush.

[ That's something, but not good enough. Uh...

Wait, wait, he's got something. ]

For in a sense, I am at your mercy!

Shut up, I'm doing it!

[He doesn't know what's worse: the fact that Yukimura isn't being subtle at all or the fact that Masamini knows he's being patronized and STILL feels emboldened. Sanada Yukimura at his complete mercy... What a dream. Wouldn't it be nice to just make him squirm and beg and cry, just a little? Just enough to get him to admit defeat?

His grip readjusts into something a little more self-assured, and he shoots one final glance to Yukimura's face (uh, you missed a spot buddy) before going in for real.

Masamune may not have the experience of his feudal counterpart, but he has something even better: a world wide web just overflowing with handy-dandy reference material. He's studied blowjobs from all angles. With more enthusiasm than he's ever put into his real schoolwork.

His tongue hangs out of his mouth, complete with a "mlaaah" sound, and he drags it along the underside of Yukimura's cock from base to tip before taking the head between his lips. It's not so bad, now that he's taken that big step. Weird, but not bad. He doesn't go further down yet, just takes a moment to experiment with how it feels to work his mouth around it, sucking and pulling. ~~THERE MAY BE TEETH.~~

See?! He's totally doing it! Praise him!!]

[ So he totally failed at subtlety (SHOCKING), but it still had the intended effect on Masamune! This counts as a success!!

The internet is a mysterious thing, and today is the day Yukimura discovers its terrifying power. All of a sudden, Masamune is acting like he knows what he's doing! Was he not bluffing when he said he had a lot of experience?!

Yukimura's thighs quiver. That feels good.

Even the teeth.

He lets out a pleased groan. ]

I underestimated you...! Just a moment ago - that was a ruse to make me let down my guard!

Hnn? Nhh... Mmhmm!

[If that's the story Yukimura wants to believe, then sure, Masamune will go with that. He's just as surprised to hear he's off to such a strong start! He just has to keep it up.

Emboldened as he is, he's still careful in how he eases his mouth forward and back again. There's a whole slew of embarrassing and stupid ways to die that Masamune pays no heed to, but choking on a dick in Denny's? NO THANK YOU. He finds a passable groove soon enough, and a few dozen bobs of the head later he pulls off with a loud, wet sound.]

Well~?

[He clears his throat and wipes the back of his hand over his swollen lips, taking a moment to admire his handiwork. Mouthiwork. Fuck Yukimura's dick looks good when it's glistening and so darkly flushed. Masamune wraps his hand around the base and kisses along the side, peering up at Yukimura to gauge his reactions.]

[ Choking on a dick in Ikea is one thing. Denny's, though? That's just sad.

Masamune's groove works just fine for Yukimura. It's not at the level of his older self, granted, but that doesn't mean much when most people aren't going to be as good at this as that Masamune is.

He doesn't know that for a fact, but he's like, pretty sure it's true. ]

To be sure, you have a solid technique...!

[ Why are you so bad at dirty talk, Yukimura.

It's the kisses that really get to him. The combination of 'incredibly cute' and 'incredibly filthy' strikes him right in the heart - and groin. He clamps his hand over his mouth, his face flushed as red as it's ever been. ]

[The look on his face...! That's adorable. Masamune feels powerful even on his knees with his lips on a cock. He'll treasure this moment forever. Even if Yukimura's word choice doesn't exactly help to set the mood, here.]

...hey, Sanada...

[Masamune carefully pumps his hand along Yukimura's erection and his gaze grows a little distant while he works something out in his head. Hm...]

...I want to feel it inside of me.

I-Is that so?

[ Yukimura's voice cracks. He just went and said it!! Without an ounce of shame!! That's really hot!! ]

I would, ah, I could--

[ Oh no, he's short-circuiting.

Underneath some newfound confidence and experience is still the same flustered Yukimura. ]

I can. Do that. For you.

[Holy shit! He said yes! Or just barely managed to get it out... It is a huge comfort to see that Yukimura's just as flustered as he is, because even at that he can feel his stomach drop in that anxious, giddy way it might before a rollercoaster drops.

He grips Yukimura's thighs to pull himself up, glancing around eagerly. He brushes his messy hair away from his eye.]

So- where do you want me, then?

[ The time has COME to get ASS-FUCKED in a DENNY'S DINER. With MAYO.

Tune in next week to watch these two desecrate a Waffle House. You won't believe where the syrup ends up.

--Where does he want Masamune, indeed? Yukimura slides off of the table.

This table has served them well so far. It's the secret hero of this whole thread. Yes, there is no need for them to abandon it! ]

Er... Rest your elbows on the table.

Edited 2019-11-07 21:15 (UTC)

[Tables don't get the recognition they deserve. They're handy for just about anything! Eating, studying, fucking...

People have eaten off this table and are going to continue to do so long after these two are done. Makes you think.]

Got it... like this?

[Masamune leans across the table and rests his arms on front of him, hands side by side; he curves his spine to jut his butt out as much as he can and widens his stance. It's more than a little awkward to ASSUME THE POSITION and be left waiting naked and chilly, but the suspense is kind of exciting! He can even feel himself getting hard again.

He cranes his neck to watch Yukimura's every move over his shoulder, wide-eyed. Part of him wonders if this is the part where he wakes up... is this real life? Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit!!]

[ You really have to hope they clean these tables well. But still... what the table has seen, it cannot unsee. ]

--Yes, just like that!

[ Good work on ASSUMING THE POSITION, Masamune.

Yukimura needs a second to just stand there and take this all in. Commit to memory forever. Masamune's not the only one going 'holy shit' in his head.

There he is. And there's Masamune's ass. Yukimura's plenty hard, so now he just has to...

...If this were the older Masamune, he'd think to himself, 'ah, he can take it', but this Masamune... Has anybody ever fucked him before?? He's not sure he'll get an honest answer if he asks, and for the sake of both their pride doesn't really want to ask in the first place.

He doesn't want to absolutely wreck Masamune's ass, but he didn't bring any kind of lubricant with him. We now have to ask a very important question: did they intend to fuck when they met up at this Denny's, or did it just kind of happen? In the former case, Yukimura would be chastising himself for his lack of foresight.

But. Okay. He's been to Denny's before. You know, somehow. And there he discovered mayonnaise. It's made of egg yolk. And some other things. Probably safe enough to stick in your ass. And it has the right kind of consistency for lubricant! This is a brilliant idea!

On the table is some extremely convenient mayonnaise. Was it there the whole time, or was it summoned when they both weren't looking, as if the inter-dimensional Denny's itself knew they would be in need of its services?

It doesn't matter. Yukimura takes the mayonnaise bottle, fiddles with the top for a second, and pours some mayo into his hand.

And he SLICKS UP HIS DICK IN MAYONNAISE. AS IF THAT'S TOTALLY NORMAL.

THERE WE GO. THERE'S THE LUBE. MASAMUNE'S ASS IS SAVED, BUT AT WHAT COST??

He plants one hand (the non-mayo'd hand) on Masamune's shoulder, and positions the tip of his dick at Masamune's entrance. (It's a little bit cold from mayo, but normal lube probably would be too.) ]

Prepare yourself, Lord Masamune.

[ It's too late for proper preparation. What's a lubed condom? Good fucking question.

Following that statement, Yukimura eases himself inside. ]

Edited (i can correct a wording error but i can't correct this tag's existence) 2019-11-09 10:57 (UTC)

[He's as prepared as he could possibly get right now! What more does Yukimura expect from him?! It's actually a good thing that Yukimura's able to take his own preparation a step further with the... uh...

w

wait a second

he only caught a glimpse of it over his shoulder, but that bottle kinda looked like

OH NO]

Wait, was that- aaaahh! ♡

[Despite knowing full well what was going to happen he's STILL completely surprised at the feeling of Yukimura's hot mayo dog pushing inside him, and at the astonishing fact that lube doesn't automatically prevent all pain entirely. But despite the discomfort, he doesn't dislike it...

He hangs his head and arches his back, taking a few shuddering breaths and pushing himself back against Yukimura to urge him deeper. He won't accept him going easy on him now!]

Ahh, holy shit, I... w-wow, okay, okay, we're good. [Maybe.]

[ Yukimura heard that hentai heart. Don't question how. Don't worry about it. Just know that he did, and it sounds real fuckin' good.

And he meant mental preparation, Masamune! You have to mentally prepare for a sausage of this girth, mayo or no mayo, and that's because it's always a little spicy the first time around! It's a bit of an acquired taste.

Fortunately, Masamune appears to be on his way to doing just that. It's always a good thing to be receptive to new flavors. ]

If that so... allow me to set your loins aflame!!

[ Yeah, he really isn't good at dirty talk.

You know what he can do pretty well, though?

Slam his hot mayo dog right into Masamune's soft buns. That's what.

And you better believe they'll be seeded buns by the end of this. ]

[God damn it that's such an unsexy way to put it, but so very Yukimura that Masamune's loins are indeed burning like a backyard barbeque. Or maybe it's just each thrust of that premium meat sending waves of pleasure and pain through his entire being, and he absolutely relishes it. Each loud slam of pelvis against pelvis rocks his body to and fro over the table, forcing out gasps and moans with every movement, makes his toes curl tightly in his socks and his fingers grasp helplessly at the table's edges.

How rough it really is in the grand scheme of things, he has no fucking idea. Just that his soft, fresh buns have never felt anything like it. He's getting porked real good.]

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CUDDLE HIM. CUDDLE HIM. CUDDLE HIM.

THEN HE WILL BE CUDDLED

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