Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip all the conversation and go straight for the experience?
In that case, rejoice! This hole meme was made for you!
RULES:
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Your character is now in the middle of having sex! Any location, sexual position and level of undress is allowed, so knock yourself out with establishing the scene of your dreams.
Comment around! See if there's anyone else who posted a perfect scene for your character to fuck in.
Keep going and finish the act. Then go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
[ choso is patient. he has all the time in the world. ]
Not yet.
[ not yet, while his hand still yet moves, stroking the length of fushiguro megumi's cock in measured motions. this time, the rhythm pauses in favour of rubbing a broad palm -slick with megumi's own pre- over the swollen head in an agonizingly slow circle; in anyone else, this would be a tease. coming from choso, it is intent, one more challenge for the young sorcerer to overcome.
surely it's why he's here, sat on megumi's futon, watching the young man's body for signs of his pleasure while choso tests the sharpness of the edge he can push the boy to. ]
[ ”Not yet.” Megumi’s jaw clenches as every muscle in his body goes taut to obey. It’s a confounding juxtaposition for the teenager: pleasure to be resisted and relief denied. Hold out. Not yet. He’s used to quick and perfunctory handjobs, something that serves the purpose of getting off, and sure, he’s toyed with it edging on occasion because he’s learned how much it can change the intensity, but—
This is different.
Fingers curl in the futon beneath him, knuckles straining white as Megumi forces a slow inhale, a shaking exhale that sounds dangerously close to a whine as Choso’s slick palm massages over his too-sensitive glans. His cock throbs in Choso’s hand, a powerful wave of a cresting orgasm that Megumi stridently fights back. When he’s sure he won’t come at the drop of a hat, he gathers his scattered thoughts enough to speak.
[ when indeed? there is much to take into consideration: the timbre of megumi's voice, for one, tight with a commendable effort at self-control; the curl of megumi's body for another, taut but still stiff with that control, that white-knuckled grip. admirable. ]
Tell me first: how much do you want it?
[ his hands slow for this, agonizing, not quite stopping but not offering more than that maddening pressure. his other hand curls around the root of the young sorcerer's cock as well, firm but gentle unmoving as if to hold him steady and still. ]
[ The hand steadying the base of his cock is just enough pressure to stave off the most imminent threat of climax, but the first throb of resistance against Choso's palm makes his head spin. ]
So— fucking much, Choso— come on...
[ He doesn't even know how to articulate this kind of want, barely can conceptualize the greediness in his body. ]
[ choso's hands hold so steady and still; he is distracted, see, by the minute shifts in megumi's face when he speaks, these signs of his great struggle with himself. rapt, choso leans in by an inch, two. ]
[ What the hell is "properly?" Megumi's reflexive urge to be difficult is allayed by how torturous it is to have Choso scrutinizing him, dangling the promise of pleasure in front of his nose like a particularly delicious treat. He just has to perform, do the right trick for the reward – even if that trick is something as simple as asking properly.
Instinct almost drives him to rock into the pressure around his cock, but once again, Megumi fights to meet Choso's challenge, to prove that he can do this. And yet, that determination only gets him so far, nearly dragging the plea from his own throat. ]
[ something in choso’s stare softens, a lessening of some taut thing like a rope released, a lead let go. megumi’s efforts have always been monumental; even something as small as this deserved praise. ]
Okay.
[ such a simple word, “okay”, but it could hold so much in it, and as he speaks it, choso’s hand begins to move, begins to pump megumi in earnest. ]
[ The orgasm hits Megumi like a truck. He barely needs to hear the word "okay" because Choso's hand instantly adopts such an intentional rhythm that it chokes the cry of pleasure right out of Megumi. He doesn't care for his own reactions, doesn't like to look vulnerable, but he's shaking and gasping as his body seems to kickstart itself all over again, now that he isn't forcing the orgasm back.
Cum shoots in ropes over his own stomach, over Choso's hand. It's a mess, only exacerbated by the incessant rhythm that works the climax out of him until he desperately reaches out, fingers closing around Choso's wrist.]
F-fuck, too much— [ He feels so painfully oversensitive after coming, trembling all over as he lets himself flop backwards onto the futon. ]
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bakerstreet2024-03-28 06:18 pm
Megumi Fushiguro | Jujutsu Kaisen | m/m
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Not yet.
[ not yet, while his hand still yet moves, stroking the length of fushiguro megumi's cock in measured motions. this time, the rhythm pauses in favour of rubbing a broad palm -slick with megumi's own pre- over the swollen head in an agonizingly slow circle; in anyone else, this would be a tease. coming from choso, it is intent, one more challenge for the young sorcerer to overcome.
surely it's why he's here, sat on megumi's futon, watching the young man's body for signs of his pleasure while choso tests the sharpness of the edge he can push the boy to. ]
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This is different.
Fingers curl in the futon beneath him, knuckles straining white as Megumi forces a slow inhale, a shaking exhale that sounds dangerously close to a whine as Choso’s slick palm massages over his too-sensitive glans. His cock throbs in Choso’s hand, a powerful wave of a cresting orgasm that Megumi stridently fights back. When he’s sure he won’t come at the drop of a hat, he gathers his scattered thoughts enough to speak.
Through his teeth, he grits out, ] When?
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Tell me first: how much do you want it?
[ his hands slow for this, agonizing, not quite stopping but not offering more than that maddening pressure. his other hand curls around the root of the young sorcerer's cock as well, firm but gentle unmoving as if to hold him steady and still. ]
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So— fucking much, Choso— come on...
[ He doesn't even know how to articulate this kind of want, barely can conceptualize the greediness in his body. ]
H-how do I— earn it?
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Ask for it properly.
so sorry on the delay!!
Instinct almost drives him to rock into the pressure around his cock, but once again, Megumi fights to meet Choso's challenge, to prove that he can do this. And yet, that determination only gets him so far, nearly dragging the plea from his own throat. ]
Please let me come.
no worries!
Okay.
[ such a simple word, “okay”, but it could hold so much in it, and as he speaks it, choso’s hand begins to move, begins to pump megumi in earnest. ]
As much as you want.
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Cum shoots in ropes over his own stomach, over Choso's hand. It's a mess, only exacerbated by the incessant rhythm that works the climax out of him until he desperately reaches out, fingers closing around Choso's wrist.]
F-fuck, too much— [ He feels so painfully oversensitive after coming, trembling all over as he lets himself flop backwards onto the futon. ]