wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

[God, that's adorable.

And not at all what Masamune meant.

Forget gagtags-- Masamune actually does shove his hand right into Yukimura's face, because even though he's the one who was determined to have a sweet romantic evening, there's only so much schmaltz he can take at a time.

...He still laughs a little, despite himself.]

Hold on, help get my legs up over your shoulders-- there... mm, like that. Now come here.

[Maybe he'll get the picture if Masamune leads by example, by pulling Yukimura into a deep kiss and slowly pressing and grinding his body up against his, going for as much skin-on-skin contact as he can possibly manage. Going for even more than that.]

[ Yukimura protests upon suddenly having Masamune's hand in his face. He's being sincere, dammit!!

He'll follow Masamune's example, but he is pouting. Like a mature person who is in the middle of having sex. ]

I answered in -- the most honest way, Masamune...

[ He's thrusting and grumbling at the same time. ]

[Somewhere between the huffs of exertion there is one that sounds a little more indignant.]

The idea... was to be honest with... your body... hahh, there, there-!

Then... say that... to begin with!!!

[ And now Yukimura's indignant too. The good news is, this is all getting channeled into raw animal lust.

The surefire strategy to getting him to Fuck Real Hard is to rile him up. ]

I thought you fi-- ahh, fuck!-- finally understood- my intent--

[It's hard to keep grumbling when it feels this good, though. His knees squeeze Yukimura's head between them, and he bites down on his lip to muffle a groan.

Oh well, who cares about soft and slow anyway? It's just not them.]

Evidently... there was a... mis - com - mun - i - ca - tion!

[ Yes, that six syllable word is punctuated by thrusts.

Don't think too hard about how this sentence works in Japanese.

And after he says it, he doesn't even think he's annoyed anymore, but he keeps up the pace it got him to easily. Even in the heat of the moment he has to consider the effect a little frustration has on him in the bedroom. This burst of energy feels pretty damn good coupled with Masamune's fractured words, and the way he's got Yukimura's head between his knees. They're entertwined so closely, and Yukimura wants to be closer still, Tiger and Dragon entangled and inseparable.

He's close in the other sense too. ]

Masamune-- you-- drive me mad...!!

Hah! And you... make me crazy like-- nobody-- else-- Sssaaanadaaa Yuuukiiimurrraaa--!!

[Sorry, Yukimura, but it feels natural to throw the whole name out there when there's that element of friendly aggression in the air now. And the current of static that makes Masamune's hair fluff out even when damp with sweat.

The position means he's practically bent in half and feeling Yukimura's thrusts to their deepest, just as planned, but he needs more. He needs Yukimura, Yukimura, Yukimura...! He clutches blindly, desperately at Yukimura's back, raking long red stripes the tiger will wear well.

It can't end this soon, but it's so good...! He grits his teeth stubbornly. Time for the hard choices in life.]

W-wait... Wait, stop!

[ He's clashed with Masamune so many times that the crackle of static electricity gives him goosebumps, bringing to mind all those intimate battlefield exchanges of words and wounds.

Wounds -- not unlike the marks Masamune is leaving behind as he claws into his skin. The pain registers as pleasure.

Then suddenly Masamune tells him to stop, and the effect is akin to being jolted awake from a wonderful dream. Yukimura stops, a confused look on his face. Masamune seemed like he was enjoying this so much! ]

Haaah... Masamune? What is the matter?

[He holds up a finger to signal Yukimura to let him wait and take a few breaths first. Ugh, stopping while he was that into it is brutal! He's a fool!]

I'm going to clear up our little... misunderstanding. Hah. Let's switch. [He pats the floor next to him, invitingly.]

[ Yukimura's got no objections to that. His dick is objecting a little, maybe, because he really was having a great time fucking Masamune... but what kind of madman would he be if he turned down getting fucked by Masamune?

So it's only with some regret that Yukimura pulls out and settled down on the floor beside Masamune. ]

--All right. Let everything be thoroughly understood.

[ Thoroughly. ]

[This was all his idea and Masamune's body still feels like it's being cheated as Yukimura leaves him empty. He didn't realize just how close he was cutting it, there...

He sits up with a strained noise and takes a glance around for where the oil's gotten to. Not far. Good.]

Face the other way... trust me on this.

[It takes no time at all for Masamune to oil himself up and get all nestled in behind Yukimura. Two slicked fingers wriggle firmly up against Yukimura's hole, but not inside. Just a little extra lubing.

Masamune lifts Yukimura's leg a bit and now it's his cock against that ass, desperate to feel his tight heat around it. He hopes Yukimura's feeling just as needy for him.]

Are you ready?

[ Face the other way? All right, he can do that. He flips himself over, resting his front half on his forearms, his ass in the perfect position for Masamune to do whatever the hell he wants with it. He assumes Masamune's going to finger-fuck him, but no, he's just applying more lube. He feels a bit like he's being teased, even if Masamune's actually just being considerate here. He needs to exercise some patience, here.

Then it's Masamune's cock he feels, and all thoughts of patience immediately go right out the window. ]

Need you even ask?!

[ GET THAT TIGER TAIL ]

[God! Fucking! Damn it!!

If Masamune weren't equally as impatient and so dead set on his romantic notions, he really would love to tease Yukimura a little more. See how much he can rile him up before he breaks. Catch a tiger, start to blow, when he hollers, let it go...

Masamune shivers and buries his face in Yukimura's neck. He adjusts his hold on Yukimura's leg and smoothly sinks himself inside, getting halfway in a single motion. Just going to give the both of them a few seconds, here.]

There we go... You feel so good, Yukimura.

[His arms wrap around Yukimura's chest as he spoons snugly against him and starts off a few shallow thrusts.]

[ Worry not, Masamune. There will always be another opportunity to tease Yukimura senseless.

Yukimura groans low in his throat. This is so much different from the last time Masamune fucked him, and it's a hell of a lot better. He likes rough sex, don't get him wrong, and he doesn't regret how that encounter went either -- but who can blame him for preferring the loving consideration that's present here?

You feel so good, Yukimura, god, how is he supposed to last, hearing things like that? Being held close like this? ]

Masamune...! I was -- had been hoping... for this...

[ He grunts and bites his knuckle. Keep it together, Yukimura. ]

It was -- about time.

[ About time they did this properly again. ]

[It's fantastic to hold someone so close to his own size, and so damn warm frim the inside out. Masamune kisses along the side of Yukimura's neck, tracing his jugular up to his ear.]

And you just waited for it?

[On the one hand, it does maybe the payoff all the sweeter, but on the other... Masamune wouldn't object to Yukimura getting a little pushy now and then.

(He'd pretend to put up a LITTLE fuss, but they both know better.)]

[ Yukimura shivers, goosebumps running up his skin. ]

Patience is -- is a virtue! And how I am to choose against -- making love to you?

[ Because come on. It's Masamune. What self-respecting dude-loving-dude says, "nah, I don't think I'll fuck this fine specimen of a man in the ass today" when presented with the opportunity?

(Sasuke, maybe, buuut Yukimura can forgive that.)

But now that this is finally happening... ]

...I... may have been too patient.

Ha! Believe me... it was a tough decision, haaah, to make.

[His hand moves slowly up Yukimura's chest, following the curve of his shoulder and down along his arm... You bet it's time for some more cute hand-holding shit.]

Your dick's incredible, after all.

[His other hand is going to go for that. Just to hold it, for now.]

This is how I want it... next time... you see?

[ He's so weak for hand-holding! It might even be worse (better??) than dick-holding! The latter just makes Masamune a total tease. Such cruelty. ]

Y-yes... Yes! Next time!! I am already eager for it...!

[ Hold your horses, Yukimura. One sex session at a time! ]

Do to me whatever... you want. And ask of me the same. I'll try anything -- with you.

Same goes for me.

[Anything, huh? The possibilities truly are endless. Masamune will think more on this another night.

Why does it always surprise him to think about how much he fucking loves Yukimura? Every time the realization crosses his mind is like the first time all over again, deeply overwhelming and exciting.

It makes him shudder and buck harder against Yukimura, plunging deeper and deeper until he's just grinding their hips right into eachother. He starts fondling Yukimura's cock good and proper, stroking in time with his thrusts.]

I'm-- so... so, close, Yu-- hey, Yukimura, can you see the stars?

[Ideally the fireworks would have been still going, but the night sky isn't bad.]

[ Yukimura is gasping, his whole body shaking. Masamune is so deep inside of him, filling him to brim, and he's all over him, too. Every touch and every movement sends shocks of pleasure through his groin. He's so hard; burning up with need.

All he can feel is Masamune. All he can think about is Masamune, Masamune, Masamune...

He's murmuring Masamune's name without even realizing it. Masamune. No honorifics.

Yukimura and Masamune. Tiger and Dragon. Crimson and azure. Equals and opposites. Rivals and lovers.

Yukimura raises his head. Sweat sticks his hair to his face, but it doesn't block his view of the sky by much. ]

I... see them...

[ This beautiful, clear view that Masamune wanted to show him. ]

They are b-brighter and more -- more radiant than.. I have ever... seen...!

[ He trails off into a whine. He can hardly get the words out; his endurance is near its limit. ]

[If only they shone half as bright as Yukimura's spirit. What a sight that would be.

Masamune would love to say as much, or at least a line about how all he wants to look at right now is Yukimura's face, but somewhere between hearing breathless chanting of his name and feeling the young tiger tremble in his arms, Masamune's completely at a loss for words. Nothing could possibly do justice to what he's feeling when they're merged like this, anyway.

It may be counter-productive to wanting Yukimura to enjoy the view, but Masamune props himself up and turns Yukimura's face towards him to lock them together in a kiss. He wants to fill himself with Yukimura's taste as he fills Yukimura with his own essence, and with a few erratic, forceful thrusts he lets himself come deep inside of him. His body seizes up but he's sure to keep working Yukimura's cock throughout, clumsy as he is about it.]

[ Yukimura answers the kiss clumsily but with enthusiasm. The stars are radiant, but they aren't Masamune. He's barely keeping it together, and that tenuous control unravels all at once as Masamune comes inside of him. Yukimura moans shameless and loud into Masamune's mouth as orgasm rocks him.

His limbs feel like jelly, and Masamune's hand on his cock starts to feel like it's almost too much, but he doesn't breathe a word of complaint. Almost too much, stimulated to the point of pain, perhaps suits him better than anything else. ]

[Fuck yes. The satisfaction of climax and watching Yukimura let himself just break in Masamune's arms? Masamune is in bliss on every level.

Despite that, he doesn't stop until he feels his hand sticky with the evidence of a job well done. Then he finally lets himself slump against Yukimura, gasping for air. The stars he sees when he closes his eye are surely more dazzling than the skies above them. Or maybe it's his soul soaring the heavens right now...

He nudges Yukimura's shoulder to encourage him to roll over for some proper face-to-face cuddling. Masamune never wants to let him go.]

Mm...hmhm. So... What do you think...?

[ Yukimura has to take a solid few seconds to catch his breath before he even thinks about asking his body to do anything that involves movement. Masamune damn near fucked the strength right out of him. The comfy post-coital haze descends upon him like a blanket.

He rolls over onto his back with some degree of effort. He looks up at Masamune with half-lidded eyes and blown pupils. He's warm and sweaty and disheveled and spent, just as if they'd been dueling. ]

...It was... exceptional.

[ His voice comes out breathy and utterly sated.

He'd have hearts in his eyes if this were a hentai doujin. ]

I'll say.

[And he wishes he could say something cooler than that, but until he returns to the realm of the living he just can't manage his usual levels of smug. Surely Yukimura will forgive his lapse in wit.

He sucks his fingers clean without even making a fun little show of it, too impatient to get to the cuddling, which might just be his favourite thing of all. Especially when Yukimura fits so perfectly against or around or into any part of him.

Masamune brushes some of Yukimura's disheveled hair behind his ear and places a kiss to his temple.]

You are perfect, Yukimura.

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