justicerebooorn | (no subject)

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[listen

sometimes you just have a really stressful, UST-filled day with your work partner who just happens to be really, really attractive, and also super into you for sure, but there are Circumstances, okay?, and you can't just, get your fix

so you look into alternate options! safe, non-exploitative, fully consensual adult options. there's no shame in that.

what i'm saying is sometimes you're gotou shintarou, and you hire a really, really, really fancy prostitute to come to your place and take care of business.]

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Okay, let's try this again...

[pouring some lube into his gloved hand, smoothing it over his fingers]

[he watches, licking his lips in anticipation, fingertips twitching over your skin]

[he slips an arm under your shoulders to boost you up a little, picking up where he left off, fingers teasing at your entrance]

Mn—

[wrapping his arms around your shoulders and clinging, trying to rock himself down onto your hand] Date-san—Date—please, don't just tease, not now—

Not teasing.

[he slides a finger inside obligingly]

'cause there's no chance I'll stop. Just taking it slow.

[he's just going to fuck himself on that finger as much as you'll let him, teeth snagging over the curve of your ear, his breath staggered]

[he adds another finger before long, gasping appreciatively when you bite]

[snarling a hand in your hair and yanking]

More.

Whatever you want...

[okay, three fingers]

Ah, God,

[he croons in his throat, his head thrown back as he arches his back and grinds down onto your hand] Don't—hold back, please, not, now, not after—

[his voice is strained, and he's trembling all over as he drops his head back down to look at you, flushed all the way down to his shoulders] Not after we've waited so long, so please—

I've got you, Gotou-chan, I'm gonna give you all you can take.

[curling his fingers, moving in rhythm with you]

[he whimpers, practically a sob, just gasping each time he moves against your hand]

[it's really not too long before he lifts you off his lap again so he can roll on a condom, he's not that mean]

[just going to WRITHE on the sheets while you do that, okay, ignore all the plaintive whining]

[what about instead of ignoring it, he pushes you over onto your back, bending your knees up toward your chest so he can press himself steadily into you at last]

[oh well then he's going to yelp and moan and wiggle some more and claw desperately over your shoulders??]

Oh, god, Gotou-chan.

[he keeps moving, pushing in deep and just thrusting his hips shallowly, keeping you filled]

Ah, haaah, hah—

[he's got one hand gripped tight at the nape of your neck, crying out each time you move]

Is this, is this what you want...?

[he lets your knees down so he can get closer to you, shaking slightly all over]

[grabbing onto your face and yanking you even closer for a toothy, insatiable kiss]

[he groans against your mouth, suddenly almost desperate, matching your intensity as he kisses back]

[he pulls away long enough to breathe, his voice low and hungry]

Yes, yes, yes, this is what I want—

[he captures your mouth again with a growl, hips snapping into you]

—fuck.

[tangling a hand in your hair again and kissing back thoroughly, slowly this time as he starts to grind his hips down in time with your movements]

[he keeps having to break away to breathe, just breathe, but he starts to find his rhythm, leaning his weight on one elbow so he can touch you with his free hand, tracing down your side.

if you keep grabbing his hair, though, you might eventually find the pronounced ridges of scar tissue and palpable dent in the back of his head.]