wingedtiger | OPEN RP POST

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i told u i wuz hardcore

[ There are several long stories that need to be made short in order to make sense of the current situation.

The first is that Denny's occupies a unique area in space and time, bringing together of many different worlds. Weird flex on its part, but okay.

The second is that given the interdimensional nature of Denny's, Sanada Yukimura, the samurai, was able to meet Date Masamune's younger, reincarnated self and recognize him as such.

The third is that Yukimura managed to come to terms with this insane new truth of reality at some point off-screen, because this is not a 'Yukimura has an existential crisis in a Denny's' thread, although that would be hilarious.

The fourth and final long story short is that Sanada Yukimura and Date Masamune being both rivals and fuckbuddies is a truth that transcends time and space just as much as this fucking Denny's manages to.

That leads us to the present. It's hard to imagine anyone managing to get horny in a Denny's restaurant, but our very stupid protagonists have managed it, and have decided to take advantage of the exceptionally convenient fact that they are literally the only two people here.

An almost-vacant Denny's is actually a little unsettling, but that's evidently not a boner-killer. No, it just means there's more restaurant space to get freaky with.

Yukimura has Masamune - the reincarnated Masamune, who seems like he needs a different form of address than "Lord Masamune", but Yukimura can't settle on a good substitute just yet - pushed up against a booth.

For once he's taller than his rival, and he can't deny he's pleased by that. Not only is it just plain novel, but it gives Masamune a surprisingly cute impression. But he hasn't said that aloud, because he gets the feeling this Masamune would be more affronted than his older counterpart.

(That's another thing: he's older than this Masamune. What a trip.)

Yukimura's hands are on Masamune's belt. It's a style apparently worn in the future and is therefore unfamiliar to Yukimura. ]

This "modern" garb is... nngh, my apologies, but--!

[ There is a tearing sound.

Yukimura's clothing-destroying tendencies strike again, and that belt just fucking tears, no fire necessary. That might be an affront to this Masamune, but he thinks it's one that can be overlooked.

With that, he can shove down Masamune's pants - except there's a button there? Oh, come on!!

He at least undoes the button properly, if impatiently. Masamini will not lose all of his clothing at this Denny's tonight.

Though it does depend on your definition of 'lose'. ]

[Oh, he's going to be losing something here, alright.

How the hell did it even come to this? Masamune was there for the full version of each of those long stories, in a lead role, and it still makes about as much sense as... anything else in his daily life, honestly. Maybe that's why it's easier to just roll with it. Or maybe it's because some part of him is convinced this is all one big weird but incredibly sexy dream.

Yukimura's weight against him sure feels convincing enough, and- so does the tightening and sudden release of his belt being snapped right in half. Karma finally caught up with him over that panty thing, not that his present self knows a damn thing about it. He hisses a half-hearted 'oi!' in protest, but honestly? That is equal parts terrifying and super hot. ~~he's at that tender age where the line's blurred anyway.~~ He wonders if the Yukimura he knows, younger and more likely to wear shirts, would be able to do something like that.

Of course he's had his fair share of fantasies about similar situations. He's always gotten worked up in every conceivable way just by getting in the radius of that passionate tiger spirit. And the energy radiating off this bigger version is the tiger fully unleashed, and it's got Masamune in such a tizzy that he doesn't even care that they're about to fuck in the middle of Denny's. He needs his own spirit to surge just as brightly as Yukimura's, and he needs to satisfy all these wacky teenage hormones, and where the hell else are they even going to get the chance?!]

Forget about the damn clothes. Just- touch me more, it feels great...

[He considers asking what he should do in return, but that would be like flat-out admitting he has no idea what he's doing and that Yukimura's on a whole different level! Forget it! Maybe it'll be fine if he grinds his ass against Yukimura's hips for now.]

[ In all honesty, Yukimura still isn't wholly convinced he knows what he's doing. He's been playing everything by ear all this time.

Yet despite how that sounds, he doesn't think this won't go well. He's confident, in fact. Because even if he doesn't know what he's doing, he trusts that everything will work out anyway. Following intuition works a lot better for him than overthinking ever did.

In any case, he hasn't really noticed that Masamune doesn't know what he's doing either. He sure is frisky, though. Yukimura makes a pleased noise as Masamune grinds against him. More of that! ]

Ahh... Then, allow me to oblige.

[ He leaves Masamune's pants alone - for now - and splays his hands over Masamune's chest, caressing him over the fabric and snaking another hand beneath his shirt. He's built so differently from his Masamune! This isn't the body of a warrior, but it's no disappointment - there's something charming about the fact that it's not. This Masamune really is cute...

He gropes Masamune's chest, rubbing the pads of his fingers over his nipples. Are they sensitive? ]

[THEY SURE ARE. At least when it's someone else's hands on his already flushed skin. Especially Yukimura's. They both get to learn this at the same time as Masamune takes a sharp breath and makes a small, strained sound in the back of his throat. Like he's embarrassed by the possibility of hearing himself. It would be even more embarrassing if a waiter heard it or finally decided to show up, but somehow that thought doesn't deter him at all.

One hand settles atop the one over his shirt
(holding Sanada Yukimura's hand! Not at all like he pictured it! ...N-not that he has pictured it or anything!!)
while the other darts down to fumble with his pants and try to finish what Yukimura started. With less destruction, maybe. He manages to get half his ass exposed, at least. ]

[ That reaction is in equal parts arousing and endearing. It's settled, then: he needs to coax as much noise out of Masamune as he can.

Tender-hearted sap that he is, Masamune's hand over his evokes an entirely wholesome feeling. He likes the romantic stuff, sue him.

With his free hand, he helps Masamune's pants situation along and yanks them down in a swift, decisive motion. Full view of Masamune's underwear achieved! The panty situation really gave him an appreciation for this particular article of clothing.

He reaches down between Masamune's legs and cups his groin, feeling him out through the fabric. ]

Do not feel as if you must hold back for pride's sake.

[ He nips Masamune's earlobe. ]

I wish for you to show me your pleasure without restraint!

[It sure is a shame that he's wearing those goddamn SAMURAI SOUL undies instead of lacy ones, but if Yukimura still likes it, there's no accounting for taste...

Good old teenage hormones already had him noticeably harder than his other self would have been this soon, and the process is just that much more hurried under Yukimura's touch. Shit! If that's how it feels through his clothes, he can't even imagine how intense skin-on-skin is going to feel. That's not fair, his own hand isn't going to cut it anymore...!

His shoulders bunch up as he squirms against Yukimura, not necessarily to get away from him, but simply because his whole body is so eager to move. Preferably with Yukimura's.]

You're crazy... What if someone else hears it? [OH, HOW THE TURNTABLES... His eyelid flutters shut as he takes a shaky breath.] ...It does feel good, I'll, mmh... I'll give you that...

[ Masamune is the one worrying about that now?! Yukimura almost can't believe it. ]

I can say without hesitation that we will not be overheard; you need not worry.

[ Did he rent out the interdimensional Denny's? Did Sasuke get enough of a raise to agree to keep people away from here for a while?

We may never know...

But that mystery aside, he really doesn't want Masamune to worry about getting caught like this. Don't stress, Masamini. Let him take care of you.

He feels a spark of pride hearing say Masamune say he likes this, and continues rubbing his crotch, stroking the burgeoning erection with a steady hand.

Beneath his own clothes, he can feel himself getting hard too. ]

I will not settle for 'good'... I must put into practice all that I have learned...!

[ He dips his head down, nuzzling the nape of Masamune's neck. Then he opens his mouth and presses his lips to Masamune's skin, sucking and licking what he knows is a tender area. ]

You sure seem con- nnh-!

[ Just as sensitive at his nape in this life... no, even more so; his knees go weak at the unexpected and incredibly intimate sensation and he droops forward to brace himself against the booth. What the hell! He'd better figure out a way to get even with Yukimura by the time this is over! Maybe he can learn a few things for when the time inevitably comes with the version he's on more equal ground with.

The only thing redder than his face right now is Yukimura's outfit, and Masamune looks down at the arms around him and finally takes notice of just how much smaller his own body is. Fit, but not from a lifetime of constant battle, and nowhere near a match for this Yukimura.

It's... strange to think about.

Fortunately, he's pretty quickly distracted as more blood rushes to his groin. He can't help it- he does make an embarrassingly loud sound before he's able to cut it off.]

Just- just how much do you know, anyway?! [ He's more used to provoking flustered and offended yelling by so little as commenting on flirty celebrity shots! Who in the world could have corrupted this tiger?!]

[ 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?!]

it's got a certain karamatsu-sais-qoui

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