an | based on this image, for my dearest @rrazor <3 happy birthday
cw | anal, fingering, oral, mdni 18+, 700+ wc
there’s something incredibly erotic about watching matsukawa fuck hanamaki.
you sit with hanamaki’s head in your lap, letting him hold onto your soft thighs as matsukawa wrecks him from behind.
“does that feel good, ‘hiro?” your thumb strokes his cheekbone.
hanamaki thinks you look like an angel. he cranes his neck up to stare at you, pretty and illuminated by the bedroom light, replying with a slight nod.
“y-yeah, fuck. feels so good, issei,” he groans when matsukawa’s cock grazes a particularly delicious spot.
matsukawa’s tan skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, his fluffy eyebrows drawn together. no matter how many times the three of you have sex, it feels so mind-meltingly good that he might as well be a born again virgin. his hands dig into hanamaki’s hips as he fucks him at a steady pace. the room is filled with the sounds of skin on skin, and stuttered groans from both males.
hanamaki nuzzles into the flesh of your lower belly. he likes it, calls it your cute lil’ pooch, despite your protests.
“baby.” he presses a kiss to your hip. “wanna eat you out. please?”
you hum. matsukawa moans at the thought.
“someone’s greedy today,” you muse, but open your legs anyways, letting hanamaki eagerly dive into your warm pussy.
he’s gentle. he’s always been that way, always been that kinda guy, to hug you from behind and lend you his cardigan when you’re cold. conversely, matsukawa’s charismatic. he walks on the side of the pathway that faces the road, and tilts the umbrella towards you when it’s raining, even if he gets soaked.
hanamaki swirls his tongue around your clit and you whimper. your legs part even wider, fingers threading through his short hair. matsukawa picks up speed and his hands explore the expanse of hanamaki’s naked skin, making the male beneath him tense. matsukawa’s thumbs fit perfectly into the divot of the dimples by his lower back. almost like a playstation controller, he thinks.
hanamaki’s saliva mixes with your slick and he’s so hard, the head of his cock is redder than his flushed cheeks. he eats you out like a man starved, anyways. you gasp when his fingers push into your swollen pussy.
"'h-hiro!”
you tug on his hair and hanamaki nearly cums there and then. he’s so easy when it comes to you. matsukawa thrusts into hanamaki hard and he makes a surprised noise, head bumping between your legs.
“fuck, sorry,” matsukawa pants.
hanamaki’s nose and mouth are drenched with your juices, his pupils so blown out you swear he’s pussy-drunk. matsukawa’s so close. his cock throbs with the need to cum inside, but he wants to see the both of you finish, too. he slips a hand over hanamaki’s hard-on and tugs, his other hand holding his hips up.
hanamaki keens. his mouth returns to sucking on your clit, flicking at it with his tongue as his fingers thrust into you. the vibrations of his moans around you make your legs tremble.
“s-so close, 'hiro. fuck, feels so good,” you cry.
one more thrust against your g-spot and you’re cumming, humping into hanamaki’s face as he moans and shudders. he cums all over matsukawa’s fist and the brunet follows soon after, gasping and bucking his hips as he paints hanamaki white from the inside.
the room stills, all three of you riding out your highs and catching your breath. the smell of sex fills the air.
“shit.” matsukawa’s chest heaves.
hanamaki lies where he is, unwilling to move from his slumped position. his cheek is pressed against your inner thigh. you move his bangs out of his eyes and he hums, leaning into your touch.
matsukawa pulls out and leans down to kiss hanamaki’s lower back. his thumbs ghost his back dimples again.
“‘hiro, you’re like a playstation controller, you know?” he grins.
hanamaki looks at him over his shoulder. “what the fuck, dude.”
you stifle a giggle.
matsukawa moves his thumbs this way and that, the rest of his fingers digging into the flesh around hanamaki’s hips as he pretends to be playing forza on his ass. you laugh even louder when hanamaki kicks at matsukawa’s knee and the both of them collapse over one another, effectively suffocating you beneath their bodies.
“can’t believe i got my pussy eaten out before gta six,” you say.
hanamaki gives you an annoyed look. matsukawa snorts.
we should globally ban the introduction of more powerful computer hardware for 10-20 years, not as an AI safety thing (though we could frame it as that), but to force programmers to optimize their shit better
I reblogged this like 9 times kinda jokingly, but software should be able to run on older and less powerful hardware, and consume less power on newer hardware. Like, this is a real problem imo
