wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

[ Yukimura can't help but watch the guy fly past them, too. See you, space cowboy...

You've got to be made of sturdy stuff to serve either of these two idiots, so he's probably fine... as well as too occupied with being flung through the air to worry about what Masamune and Yukimura are getting up to.

But it can't be long before the gates burst open and the battle spills over to this area of the castle... ]

I--

[ Yukimura grunts, his chin hitting the dirt before he can properly respond.

Ah, so this is where things are going. He could stand to be a little more surprised, but it's not hard to guess that he'd been trying to goad Masamune on, even if it raised the risk of humiliation that much more. ]

I did try! I would never lose on purpose!

[ Even if the end result is kinky! ]

Oh, I know. That is what I love about you.

[OF ALL TIMES... well, maybe it's the degree of unspoken fantasy to the situation that makes it easier to fling the l-word so casually.

Masamune takes one end of Yukimura's headband, thoughtfully running it between his fingers. Perfect.]

So you understand why I can't let you start wanting to lose now.

[If you want to enjoy it next time, beat me. It's a taunt and a request underlying his every word and by god he hopes Yukimura's catching that drift. At least Masamune's own pride is enough to keep him from inviting defeat, either. That pride makes him take great glee in binding Yukimura's wrists behind his back. The thing about ribbons long enough to flutter so dramatically in the breeze is that they're also long enough to do this without even having to take it off.]

Unless you think the shame of going back on your word is a more fitting punishment.

[He keeps one hand to Yukimura's back, the other teasing the head of his cock along the crack in the guarded rear. Just so there's no mistaking what's going down at Yukimura's confirmation.

ONE MORE FOR THE NO-LUBE COUNT.]

[ HE USES THE L WORD NOW?!

Come to think of it, the first time he said it was during the maid dress escapade. Should he start expecting to hear it when they're in the middle of something involving exhibitionism? Is this the ideal time to get him to say it?!

Yukimura is drawing conclusions from this, that's for sure.

At any rate - he understands perfectly. ]

Next time... I will win.

[ Having his hands bound behind him doesn't damper that determination one bit. ]

I do not go back on my word. So...

[ He shivers from anticipation, trepidation. He knows exactly what he's getting into. ]

Give me your punishment, and it will become fuel for my victory!

Good answer.

[He plunges himself deep inside Yukimura without mercy, making no time for either one of them to ease into it or adjust to the mayo-free burn. Masamune puffs a loud, wet hiss through his teeth with every breath, but he's so much more interested in listening to Yukimura than making any more noise of his own.

Something splashes loudly in the pathetic puddles left in the moat around them. Shit, they're cutting it pretty close. Masamune grunts and redoubles his efforts in getting this over with quickly.]

[ oh god his ass is not happy right now WHY DO THEY NEVER USE LUBE

Or in other words... Oh god, his ass is not happy right now. Why do they never use lube?!

Granted, lube would take away from the fact that this is supposed to be a punishment; a deterrent from future failure. Stifling his grunts and groans of pain is close to impossible. Just like in the battle that prompted this, Masamune's all business, rough and relentless.

But pain isn't all he feels; being fucked, used like this with his hands bound and his ass in the air is arousing in its own right. The pain might even be making it hotter.

--What was that splashing? Was that a person? The battle is way too close for comfort now.

He cries out again as Masamune fucks him faster, and he's lucky that the sound could be mistaken for a simple reaction to a battlefield injury.

Even as a greater embarrassment approaches, Yukimura doesn't even consider calling this off. He has the option, and he knows he does, but he wants to see this through to its end. He grunts and pants into the dirt, enduring the results of his loss with an unwavering will. ]

[God damn it... He could go on for a while if it weren't for the urgency of getting out of here. Yeah, his dick would be chafed raw, and yeah, it kind of already is, but isn't it worth it to hear Yukimura's pain at his hands? To know that Yukimura's willingly put his body at Masamune's mercy, just as when they battle? You bet it is. He can't wait for the tables to turn.

He growls low in frustration and pulls out to take the matter into his own hands, as it were. As hot and tight and perfect as Yukimura is, Masamune's own fingers are agile and dextrous even with gloves on. He knows exactly where to tug and press to push himself to the edge as soon as possible, and when he does, he comes freely over Yukimura's ass and bound hands... and makes sure to leave a nice mark on the six coins on his back, too. Not that he sees a need to mention that.]

[ And just like that, Yukimura's punishment reaches its climax.

~~heh~~

He can feel the cum on his skin, but doesn't pick up on where else Masamune left his mark. One can only hope that his men will be merciful enough to pretend they didn't see the very conspicuous stain... Yukimura agreed to this and all, but he's going to be a little bit salty when he finally notices what Masamune did there. That is, after he faints from the realization he was walking around with that on his back. Masamune, you are a deviant! A deviant!!

Yukimura's feeling hot and bothered, but he knows Masamune's not going to do him the favor of getting him off, and even if he were inclined to, they've just plain run out of time. He makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat without even meaning to. This is going to be so uncomfortable to put up with... ]

[Only winners get to orgasm today, too bad, so sad. Masamune is gracious enough to hike Yukimura's pants back up and hide most of the mess, but that's where it ends. He doesn't think about untying him, or even about helping him into a position without his ass high in the air.

He hastily readjusts his armour just in time for the heavy doors to slam wide open. Kojuro calls for him, and Masamune smirks to himself.]

Welp! I think we got what we came here for. Sorry I can't stick around, Sanada Yukimura. [He very lovingly pats the butt.] Let's make up for it next time.

[ Hearing Kojuro's voice right now is the psychological equivalent of being kicked in the nuts. Of all the people who might see him like this... ugh.

But he'll take this disgrace with all the dignity he can muster; he won't snarl at Masamune for leaving him high and dry, or demand he untie him.

(He can burn his way out of the restraints, besides. What, you didn't think he only had one red headband, did you?) ]

Nnngh... Next time.

[ Patting him on the ass kinda makes him want to snap at him again. Masamune, if you want to be bit by a tiger, there's easier ways to go about it.

Yukimura will free himself, make an effort to look a little bit less disheveled... and several hours later, when the battle is long over, have the stain on his jacket pointed out to him.

And then... he'll turn so red he'll overheat. Following that, he'll get to training ten times as hard as usual so he can return the ass-kicking favor.

Masamune is so lucky Yukimura loves him. ]

as soon as yukimura got the opportunity he was furiously masturbating over all this btw

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