wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

[ Since it's the fault of a one Date Masamune that Yukimura is this corrupted... it's fair to say that the One-Eyed Dragon played himself.

Yukimura savors that sound; he definitely needs to hear more. His skin is flushed, if not quite to the degree that Masamune's is. The novelty of being the most sexually experienced person is the room is one that Yukimura is very much enjoying. ]

I do not consider myself an expert by any means, but I can say I have learned enough that you will not find yourself underwhelmed.

[ His breath is hot against Masamune's neck. If this is a sensitive spot, and his nipples are too...

He focuses so that he can successfully multitask. He resumes mouthing Masamune's nape, gropes him through his underwear, and teases his nipples.

To think he once believed the most exciting thing a Denny's had to offer was its food. ]

[ Yeah, being underwhelmed was never a concern. Masamune's more afraid of coming right in his pants and putting an end to this living fantasy before it gets to really take off. His head's too foggy to come up with a clever retort, his entire body feeling laden with the charge of a thunderstorm, every nerve on fire. Something laying dormant in his soul stirs.

At least now that he's made a few small noises, it's a little easier to keep going with them. Or maybe he's realized that there's no dignity left in getting fucked in a goddamn Denny's in the first place. His breaths come out hot and ragged and loud, punctuated with quiet vocalizations from his slack mouth.

Damn it, he's supposed to be the cool one here! Or at the very least, not the one getting completely dominated... It feels fantastic to be touched, he's not complaining about that, but how the hell is he supposed to get even one equally embarrassing noise out of Yukimura like this?

He writhes against his technical rival, rubbing his back up against mostly-bare torso, turning in his grip to at least face him. Being able to put his hands against that stupid sexy chest without dislocating something is a good start. ]

M-more. [ He wants it to sound like an order but it comes out more like a plea. He can't even make eye contact without needing to shyly break off immediately. That's not cool at all! ] Show me everything you got.

[ holy shit he's so cute he can hardly stand iitttttt

If this weren't a Denny's and they're weren't both horny, Masamini would be getting cuddled so hard right now. Masamune acting shy? That could kill a man. And he can't even say anything about it, too!!

To spare Masamune's pride and not ruin this for them, he'll keep all these warm fuzzy feelings to himself. Even if it's so hard.

So hard.

He tips Masamune's chin up with his thumb and forefinger and presses a firm kiss against Masamune's mouth.

(This is the kind of trick he learned from normal Masamune. Masamini, you played yourseeeeelf-) ]

That is just what I would expect you to say, Lord Masamune.

[ That form of address brings to mind a far more imposing man, but a Dragon is a Dragon no matter the shape it's taken. It will suit this Masamune just fine, Yukimura thinks.

He closes in again like he's going for a kiss, but he stops short. ]

I shall do as you wish if you look me in the eye.

[He wouldn't be opposed to a cuddlefuck...! Masamini's softer than he tries to look!

Case in point: as maddeningly pleasurable as it's been to have his crush-but-not-but-technically-yes leaving red-hot trails of goosebumps all over Masamune's skin, it's the kiss that gets him the most. He feels like something's exploded in his heart, or his stomach- not his pants yet, thank fuck, but the way his insides all jump and shudder at once isn't that different from orgasm, honestly. Like he's gone and sprung a full heart-on.

He stares at Yukimura'a lips in wonder and longing, dying for the chance to taste them properly, watching them move, and... oh, he's saying something.]

H-Huh? [Shit! This smooth motherfucker! He should just close the gap himself! That'll show him.

That thought, along with all others, leaves his mind as soon as he locks eyes with Yukimura. He feels like a deer frozen in headlights, time coming to a standstill for this single, helpless moment. He's exposed, vulnerable, like Yukimura can see everything inside him.

Through his sharp gaze, the Dragon inside thunders its challenge across time.

He takes a breath and circles his arms around Yukimura's neck, his voice a low growl that sounds unfamiliar to his own ears.]

Touch me everywhere, inside and out. Don't you dare hold back.

[ The eye that stares back at him is bright and familiar; the slit pupil could belong only to Date Masamune. And the voice that answers him sounds as if it comes from the warlord himself.

The Tiger in Yukimura's soul rumbles, wanting to sink its teeth into Masamune.

Yukimura doesn't answer with words. He pulls Masamune closer, a hand on the small of his back and a hand in his hair, and claims his mouth with his own with hungry urgency. He kisses him hard and deep, and backs him up against the booth once again. His mouth is warm, and he can't get enough.

He presses against Masamune again, grinding his hips in search of friction. Masamune should easily be able to feel Yukimura's erection. ]

--Haaaaah, Lord Masamune... This garb...

[ Exhaling with a pleased noise, he tugs meaningfully on Masamune's collar. He needs to get out of these clothes, and Yukimura thinks he might just destroy them if it's left up to him. He doesn't want to make a habit of that. ]

[He readily melts into Yukimura's touch, pushing back just as firmly to press their bodies as close as they can possibly be. The proud Dragon wants Yukimura to claim him for his own, and earn every damn part of him. The need he feels both in the kiss and Yukimura's pants just make him that much bolder to offer up more and more of himself.

He pulls back and runs his tongue over wet lips, parted for heavy lungfuls of air. Right. Shirt. He grunts his agreement and bats Yukimura's hands away so he can pull it up over his head, dog tags clinking together as they fall back across his clavicle.

Where should... ah, screw it, he'll just toss the shirt over to the next booth. Who cares. He hoists himself up onto the table and wiggles his pants down a little more before deciding he'd much rather have Yukimura do it. ...But only if he's guiding his hands. Getting home without a belt is one thing, but he needs the pants.

He holds his arms out impatiently, grabbing for Yukimura's hands.]

Okay. Come here, Big Sexy.

[BIG SEXY.]

[ Yukimura, thank god, has no idea how silly 'Big Sexy' actually sounds to anyone who can understand it. It's just more charming Dragon Language from Date Masamune, and almost certainly a compliment!

(Someone please tell him it's just called English...) ]

Mm!

[ He more than gladly lets Masamune take him by the hands. Time to do away with those pants in a non-destructive fashion. ]

There is something I have been wishing to try, so please stay where you are.

[If Yukimura wants to believe things like some high school delinquent being worthy of Lordship or that there's a secret Dragon's Tongue, then let him believe! The world needs magic!

...Just having Yukimura's hands near his thighs has him trembling in anticipation. He swallows hard.]

Yeah...? Alright, then go for it. I'm more than ready.

[Part of him is worried that this sexually liberated Yukimura is going to spring some really obscure extreme kink on him. But that's also super exciting.]

[ Now that pants aren't a problem, Yukimura takes care of the final bit of clothing getting in between him and Masamune's cock. It's tempting as hell to yank off his underwear, but again - self restraint! Self-restraint!! Besides, taking it a little slowly ups the anticipation factor that's getting to Yukimura almost as much as it's getting to Masamune.

He's never actually sucked dick before, but he has gotten a blowjob from - who else - Sengoku Masamune, and he's pretty confident he can do as good as job as his Masamune did. Actually, no, he's got to be better.

Rivalry extends to 'who's better at sucking dick', because of course it fucking does.

Yukimura kneels before Masamune, placing his hands on his thighs and spreading them open. Masamune's rock hard, and Yukimura's own dick is straining at his pants. (Right against the pants fabric, because hahahah, what's underwear.)

He's actually nervous, because he really isn't some kind of sex fiend, even if it looks that way from Masamune's perspective. It would kill him if he under performed!

Okay, now what did he learn from his Masamune...?

He keeps one hand on Masamune's thigh, and then takes his cock in hand. A brief moment of consideration, and then he gives the head a few experimental licks. His expression is serious; he's going to give it his all! ]

[Pretty clever of Yukimura to practice on the guy who wouldn't know any better to impress the one who does!

All the courage he'd built up before runs dry and he's overcome once more as his eager cock is finally exposed to chilly air, flushed deep and practically begging for attention. Is- it's a good enough penis, right? For not being an American pornstar?? Doesn't look like Yukimura's UNimpressed as he goes down to-

to-- holy shit! Masamune's eye widens as his gaze follows Yukimura's every movement, and honestly from down there it's probably really easy to tell when Masamune starts holding his breath. He grips the table ledge and tries desperately to keep his legs from clamping shut as Yukimura's breath and hair and headband tickle at his thighs.

Holy shit, holy shit! It's not even anything wild, but having Yukimura's face right there in front of his cock is even more satisfying than he pictured it. The second he feels a warm tongue drag over his sensitive head he moans loudly, the kind of helpless noise that jumps in pitch right in the middle, the kind made by a guy with no chance of holding back a sudden orgasm.

...Sorry, Yukimura.]

[ 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!!]

it's got a certain karamatsu-sais-qoui

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CUDDLE HIM. CUDDLE HIM. CUDDLE HIM.

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