No chance to plan

[goodship]

Married at First Meeting Breathe. This is the most important day — moment — of your life. Back straight. Eyes up. Here you stand at the alter, about to pledge vows to the person you'll be married to for the rest of your years. A person you've never seen until a few minutes ago. Someone you have barely heard of, only just met. What happens next? It's fine. Only one or two momentous outcomes may rest on this union. Don't to forget to breathe. Remember, this is the most important day of your life. HOW TO PLAY ⟢ It's what it says on the tin. Your character will marry the person they're only just now meeting and the people who tag you fit the role. ⟢ Set your top-level up in the usual fashion. Leave it blank if you'd like, but you can also wax poetic about ideas and potential hooks you've got in mind. ⟢ Folks tag in, you tag out. ⟢ Congrats! The person who tags you is your new spouse. ⟢ Wedding bells are ringing.

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[feasts]

[ how are they going to tell? denji isn't going to let them look at his asshole, if that's what yoshida is saying. ]

It didn't feel good!

[ but he did come, so that protest is a little flat. still, as soon as yoshida moves away enough, denji tries to scoot away again, pushing himself further up on the bed.

he doesn't get far. yoshida comes close, and that...that's his dick right there, laying next to denji's. embarrassment washes over him, nearly as hot as arousal. ]

Make it fit?! It's not gonna!

[octa]

[ he thinks he sees denji's cock jump weakly at the sight of him, and it makes him smile smugly down at him as he continues to stretch him - this time, adding a fourth finger to ensure he's thoroughly prepped. ]

That's how sex works. See? It's even turning you on... are you sure you only like girls?

[feasts]

[ that's way too many fingers. denji groans, covering his face with his hands. is he really not going to get out of this? he's really gonna lose his virginity to a man? ]

It's not turning me on!

[ it was all the heavy petting, and whatever weird thing yoshida was doing with his fingers. ]

I've only ever liked girls!

[ not that denji has ever been with one. he's never even had the chance to be. and now here he is, married to a man - though, apparently, if they don't have sex, it's not going to be official... ]

W-wait, wait, wait. Are you into men?

[ he has to stall yoshida, convince him this is a really bad idea. ]

[octa]

Hmm, [ yoshida does pause a little to think about his question. ]

...I guess I tend to end up with men. This isn't anything new for me.

[ he continues the assault on his walls, stretching him beyond his limits, but also carefully stroking at his sweet spot in the process, too. ]

You're clearly able to come with something fucking you, so what's the issue? You don't even have to like me to enjoy it.

[feasts]

[ shit, okay, so he can't try and talk yoshida out of it with the draw of girls. ]

Y-you've done this before? ...then you don't need to do it with me!

[ denji's hips feel weird; every time he moves, he can feel yoshida's fingers more than he already does. every time yoshida rubs at a certain spot, denji's hips twitch. ]

[octa]

It's imperative that I do it with you, Denji. They'll kill you, and also my family will be complicit. [ yoshida doesn't sound as mirthful as before, a bit of urgency in his voice as he continues working on the stretch of his walls. ]

Can you stop fighting...? If you pretend, things will go a lot easier. Just- focus on the pleasure.

[ his free hand reaches to stroke his cock. ] See? This feels good, doesn't it?

[feasts]

[ ...they'll kill him. denji stops struggling when he hears that, though a slight amount of squirming persists. he can't make himself stay still with all of the sensations. he doesn't want to die. he's made it this far; he just wants a normal life. doesn't even have to be fancy, or rich. just...normal.

denji squeezes his eyes closed. ]

Pretend what?

[ how is he supposed to focus on the pleasure when there's the weird, foreign feeling of something inside of him? ah...the hand on his cock helps, sure, but still. ]

[octa]

You can pretend that you like this, that you want this. That it isn't weird that a man is stroking your cock, or fucking you with his fingers.

[ yoshida's voice is gentle, soft, as well as sensual, like he's telling a bedtime story the same time he's stimulating his nerves. denji's cock is spent, but he's still twitching into his palm, not yet completely soft. ]

Can you pretend you like me, make this go a little easier for the both of us?

[feasts]

[ yoshida says it like it's easy. denji's heart is in his throat; it seems he's suddenly turning nervous, like he's actually about to lose his virginity. yoshida's voice makes him feel weird with how soft it is, and denji doesn't think he's ever had anyone talk to him like this.

his face warms. his eyes move from yoshida's face, to the hand on his cock, and back. denji has dealt with a lot, despite the 'fortunate' family circumstances he should have been born into. maybe this is just another thing he has to do. ]

I don't wanna pretend to like you. I don't know how to do that.

[ instead of sounding panicked, denji sounds more miserable than anything. he doesn't want to do this, but he doesn't really have another choice, huh? ]

[octa]

If you don't try to pretend, we'll both be miserable.

[ he thinks denji has been adequately stretched now - it's more prep than yoshida's used to on himself, or he remembers his first time being like. with his other hand freed, he slicks his cock up with more oil before letting it rest next to denji's again. ] Can you at least try in front of others...?

We can practice, right now. Tell me you like me.

[feasts]

[ denji's face is warm again. he's quiet, like he's thinking about what yoshida is saying. yoshida's cock looks big where it rests next to denji's. he has no idea how that's going to fit without hurting. ]

I...how's that going to help?

[ after another moment of hesitation, denji decides it really can't be the worst thing that's happening tonight. ]

Uh. I...like you.

[ ...no, it's not doing anything. ]

[octa]

Is that so hard? [ yoshida had been thrown off his beat for a while, but now that denji is finally playing along with the game again, yoshida can pretend again, too.

his expression seems to reflect that, too, staring down affectionately at denji before leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. ]

I like you too... so much. I think I fell in love when I first saw you, [ he lies and pretends, and sounds like he means it as he grips both their cocks together and strokes them. yoshida's breath in pants against his cheek, trying to coax denji to kiss him back. ] Denji, can I fuck you?

[feasts]

[ yoshida's cock is hot, pressed against denji's, and it makes him whine. he knows yoshida is lying, but when he says those things, it sounds...not too bad. it's something denji has never heard anyone say, so he reasons that's why it's making his heart pound the way it is.

he swallows. his throat feels dry. ]

Y...yeah. Fine.

[ damn. it would be nice to have someone say those things to him for real. maybe not a man, but still. wait- they're really going to do this?

denji's pulse is in his ears, and though there's hesitation and awkwardness about it, he lets his lips brush against yoshida's. ]