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always summer #27

always summer #27: face-sitting | bungou stray dogs |👿🐯 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1600 words

There had been no sign of Dazai nor Chuuya since they got back in, which was both a relief and a new worry all its own. To be entirely honest, Atsushi wouldn’t have been surprised to see Chuuya stomp out of the woods covered in dirt and carrying a shovel, and while the door to the master bedroom remained closed no sound emanated from within. “Weren’t you just contemplating homicide the other night?” Akutagawa asked as Atsushi considered the closed door.

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“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Akutagawa snorted. At least he didn’t seem to be bothered, and even made dinner for the two of them, lighting the candles on the table and everything. It was soft and romantic, something he still wasn’t used to having Akutagawa perform for him, and Atsushi even drank the wine he poured without a fuss, it made him feel warm and content.

“This is so nice,” Atsushi sighed as they leaned against each other on the couch, Atsushi with his finally restored phone and Akutagawa with a book he’d been reading. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

He didn’t know at what point he fell asleep, but Atsushi woke with a blanket across his legs, tucked under Akutagawa’s arm. He was still reading under the soft light of one of the floor lamps, and Atsushi didn’t want to move and disturb the spell that was cast over them both. He never wanted to leave this moment.

Akutagawa lifted his hand and tapped two fingers against Atsushi’s temple, without taking his eyes from his book. “Finally awake?”

Atsushi blinked and snuffled but didn’t raise his head. “How could you tell?”

“You don’t purr when you’re awake,” Akutagawa said, and Atsushi wheeled himself upright, face flaming scarlet, and slammed both of his hands down on Akutagawa’s thigh in protest.

“I don’t purr at all!”

Akutagawa closed his book with one hand, and, with the other, cupped Atsushi’s chin and drew him in for a kiss. Atsushi scowled but finally submitted to it, and Akutagawa licked gently into his mouth. “You don’t do it often,” he murmured. “I consider it a gift.”

Atsushi’s face achieved a color that would make a traffic light proud, though when Akutagawa smiled at him and it was soft and endearing and not a smirk, his embarrassment faded. He huffed out a sigh and hung his head, fingers worrying at the fabric of Akutagawa’s shorts. “I feel safe when I’m with you,” he admitted. Akutagawa didn’t startle at this revelation, but he brushed his hand along Atsushi’s cheek, keeping his face turned toward Akutagawa.

“I do, too,” he said, finally, and this time it was Atsushi who leaned in for the kiss.

~*~

“I wonder if they’re both dead,” Atsushi said, seated on his knees in the bed when Akutagawa emerged from the bathroom. He’d attempted to follow him into the shower, intent on initiating something, but Rashomon had kindly shown him the door. Akutagawa was particular about his bathroom habits and didn’t always appreciate an audience.

“We’ll see in the morning, they could just both be drunk and passed out,” Akutagawa said as he dried his hair. Atsushi conceded this point and caught Akutagawa by the wrist as he passed. He stopped and looked wordlessly at Atsushi, who grinned somewhat sheepishly.

“I have something I want to try,” he said, and Akutagawa raised a barely present eyebrow. “Please?”

Akutagawa turned and took Atsushi’s hand off his wrist with the other. For a moment Atsushi was afraid he would be denied, and that Akutagawa was justifiably worn out and just wanted to sleep, but he leaned in instead. “I will not do snowballing.”

Atsushi laughed and tugged him in for a kiss. “You made your thoughts abundantly clear on that one already,” he said, lightly. “I got something else.”

“Mm, do you?” Akutagawa climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap and kissing him. Atsushi exhaled into his mouth and gently bit Akutagawa’s lower lip.

“I do,” he hummed, and flopped over backward, dragging Akutagawa with him. They kissed for a while, Akutagawa warm in his arms; it was nice and soft but then Atsushi encouraged him up on his knees, still straddling him, and Akutagawa leaned back and wrapped his hand around Atsushi’s dick, which had filled out against his leg.

“No, no,” Atsushi said, pulling on Akutagawa’s thighs. “Up here.”

Akutagawa tilted forward, bracing his hand on the headboard, frown twisting his face as he looked down at Atsushi. Atsushi smirked back up at him, wiggling down slightly further and stroking Akutagawa’s dick, which was now right above his face. “You are up to something, weretiger.”

“Of course I am,” Atsushi said, angling his head so he could lick the underside of Akutagawa’s cock and watch him shudder, pleased. He focused his attention on it for the moment, wrist twisting as he stroked, smearing the clear fluid that was leaking from the tip. Akutagawa exhaled and closed his eyes as Atsushi kept at it, hanging his head.

Atsushi was good with his mouth, and he had no fear of putting it anywhere on Akutagawa’s body—which is why it should have come as no surprise at all when he slid lower, one hand still loosely wrapped around Akutagawa’s cock but the other pushing his cheek away, dragging him down so that Atsushi could lick over his hole.

This elicited a loud noise of surprise from Akutagawa, who immediately grabbed Atsushi by what hair he could still see and attempted to tug him away. “What-!?” Atsushi twisted his head free and did it again, using both hands to pull Akutagawa’s hips down further so that his entire mouth was now in play.

Atsushi had remembered the lube this time, and released Akutagawa’s cock to fumble with it, slicking his fingers and bringing them into the game. Akutagawa made breathy, wheezing noises every time Atsushi licked around his hole, breathed on him, or dipped his tongue in; and right around the time he worked his second finger in, curling them and rubbing inside, Akutagawa made a weird hitching noise.

He'd fingered Akutagawa before, plenty of times—he couldn’t remember a noise like that. Atsushi slowed but didn’t remove his fingers, pressing a sloppy kiss to the inside of Akutagawa’s thigh. “You okay?” he asked, and when he didn’t receive any kind of answer pulled his fingers free as well.

“Ryuunosuke?”

He could hear his ragged breathing, so Atsushi wiggled his face up enough to see that his cock was stiff, leaking steadily, and both his hands were white-knuckling the headboard. Akutagawa’s eyes were glazed, and he wasn’t really seeing Atsushi. “Hey,” he said, and finally Akutagawa focused on him. “You okay with this?”

Akutagawa wet his dry lips. “You really will put your mouth on anything,” he said and groaned, shifting his weight on his knees. His cock thwapped Atsushi in the cheek and left wet behind, and Atsushi caught it and stroked, watching how sensitive Akutagawa was.

“I barely even got started.” He stroked Akutagawa’s cock idly, focusing on it. “You want me to stop?”

He didn’t respond again. Atsushi exhaled, licked the head of his cock clean, and said, “you know, I got you fingered open if you’d rather ride me instead…”

Akutagawa groaned, twisted his hands on the headboard, and Atsushi laughed. He climbed slightly out from under him, urging Akutagawa back until his ass rubbed over Atsushi’s ignored erection. He was more back to himself now, hand gripping behind him and stroking Atsushi’s cock; he wasn’t lubed but Akutagawa didn’t seem to care and before Atsushi could stop him for more prep he was already sinking down.

He was so striking, sprawled out on Atsushi’s lap, and he had come back to himself for sure now, one hand gripping Atsushi’s knee as he arched his back, hips settling flush against Atsushi’s. “God,” Atsushi muttered, as Akutagawa rose a little and sank back down, making a lewd noise of pleasure, “you’re so hot? How are you so hot.”

Akutagawa cracked open an eye and gave Atsushi a disdainful look, and he laughed, putting his hands on Akutagawa’s hips to steady him—at least until Rashomon cracked free of the sheets they were tangled in and caught him by both wrists, binding them just above his head and nearly lost between the pillows. “Hey!”

“No touching,” Akutagawa hissed and spread his legs for a better viewing angle.

Atsushi moaned, because Akutagawa was tight, and hot in every way, and watching his dick bob back and forth as he continuously impaled himself on Atsushi’s cock was making his eyes cross. He was shamefully close just this quickly, and the fire building in his guy was the only warning. “Ryuu, I’m gonna…hn, I’m close—”

Akutagawa rose almost entirely off him, tilting perilously forward and bracing his palms on Atsushi’s chest—before sitting down hard. Atsushi unspooled entirely, dick throbbing as he emptied inside Akutagawa. Akutagawa’s cock still hung hard but he couldn’t touch, and how this had gone from him in control to Akutagawa he wasn’t sure, but he opened his mouth obediently, tongue out, while Akutagawa jerked himself off over Atsushi’s face.

Atsushi panted, swallowing what landed on his tongue and licking his lips clean. Akutagawa laughed hoarsely, tilting forward and bracing himself against the headboard again. “You are a mess,” he said, swiping his thumb through a glob that had landed on Atsushi’s cheek and letting him lick his thumb clean. “I’m not kissing you again until you brush your teeth.”

He squirmed under Akutagawa. “Ride me again?” he panted hopefully, and Akutagawa gave him a look, before reaching back and feeling his dick growing hard again in his hand. He squeezed it, none too gently, and Atsushi moaned and rocked his hips.

“You beast,” Akutagawa sniffed, but he was also smirking, and Atsushi bowled his hips up as Atsushi sat on his cock again. “I think I can manage one more ride...”

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always summer #25

always summer #24: distension | bungou stray dogs |👿🐯 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1600 words

It was still dark when Atsushi rolled over and found the bed empty. He thumped a hand around the other side of the bed with his eyes still closed—still mostly in his dream about the marshmallow car—but when no smack or Rashomon retaliation came in response he, unfortunately, woke fully and could see that he was alone in the bed.

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Atsushi sat up and yawned hugely, staring at the covers and then looking around the room. No light spilled from around the corner where the bathroom was, and the lights in the main room downstairs were clearly off as well. Akutagawa’s side of the bed wasn’t warm, either, and they had definitely gone to sleep together. He staggered out of bed and wandered over to the loft’s railing.

The cabin was quiet save for the regular background hum of the appliances downstairs. No light from the television, no raucous sex noises from the master bedroom, just the soft, comfortable blanket of night. Atsushi caught some movement out of the corner of his eye and finally saw a figure standing on the covered back porch, by the dormant hot tub. There he was.

Akutagawa was standing, leaning against the railing and just looking out into the night quietly. He didn’t jump when Atsushi opened the door, although he did shift his head just enough to verify that it was Atsushi before looking back out into the night. “Everything okay?” Atsushi asked, coming to stand beside him at the railing.

The air outside was cool but not cold; the end of the season was imminent. Atsushi rubbed his arms as he leaned them on the railing, and Akutagawa sighed out a soft noise of amusement. “Go back to bed, weretiger. Dawn is a few hours off, yet.”

“Then come back to bed with me. I’ll sleep better with you there.”

This seemed to startle Akutagawa just slightly, and he looked sidelong at Atsushi as if expecting his face would share a different sentiment. When he clearly saw no difference, he sighed again and rubbed his hand over the bottom of his face but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his mouth. “Do you even know what a remarkable creature you are?”

Atsushi was still paddling around in a barely awake fugue. “I’m not remarkable,” he said and yawned. Then he gave Akutagawa a sleepy smirk. “But you’re lucky to have me.”

Akutagawa touched his face, and Atsushi tilted his cheek into Akutagawa’s hand. “Eternally lucky,” Akutagawa said softly and brushed his thumb over Atsushi’s bottom lip. “Go back to sleep, Atsushi.”

“Not without you,” Atsushi said stubbornly, covering Akutagawa’s hand with his own.

“If I go back to bed with you right now there won’t be much sleeping to be had,” Akutagawa said, still smirking, but with a hungry edge to his voice he didn’t bother trying to hide. Atsushi mouthed his thumb. “You don’t want to miss your morning run again today, do you?”

“I’d much rather have your cock inside me,” Atsushi said, eyes glittering in the darkness, and Akutagawa leaned in to kiss him.

~*~

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Atsushi moaned, rolling his face against the mattress, and clawing the fitted sheet up off the corner of the bed. Akutagawa’s hand landed heavy on the back of his neck and kept him pressed down, and he panted, shivering at Akutagawa’s touch. His cock felt so good it was unfair, and Atsushi rolled his weight up onto his shoulder so that he could sneak his hand down between his legs.

Heat blossomed where Akutagawa struck his ass and Atsushi whined. “No touching,” Akutagawa reminded him, and Atsushi begrudgingly pulled his hand free so that Akutagawa could see it again.

He was moving at a languid pace, which was great except the angle they were at wasn’t hitting him in the way he needed, and while Akutagawa’s cock filled him up just right, he wanted a hint of something more. Atsushi swallowed, elbows under his chest and head hanging, considering this. He felt Akutagawa slow, hand still holding tight to the back of his neck. “Something’s wrong.”

“No,” Atsushi said hoarsely, and decided to go for it, “can you just…can you use Rashomon, too?”

Now Akutagawa did stop, and Atsushi’s heart rose in his throat, afraid he’d crossed a line. He swallowed, panting aloud, and dared a glance back over his shoulder to see that Akutagawa was just staring at him, bewildered. “Is…is that okay?” Atsushi asked tentatively, because of the reactions he’d expected, this wasn’t really one of them.

“You want me to use my ability on you?”

“You’ve done it so fuckin’ much already,” Atsushi said, surprised that Akutagawa was surprised. “Can you…” fuck, he couldn’t believe he was about to say this out loud, “can you fuck me with it too, like you did that one time?”

His voice twisted weirdly. “You prefer her to my cock?”

“No, no, no—" Atsushi inhaled because he was going to fuck this up, sleepy-drunk already on the feeling of Akutagawa around him, inside him. “Not like, instead of your cock, but,” he flushed red and made himself maintain eye contact. “In addition. To it.”

Akutagawa kept staring at him for a long, long moment—and then the smirk that spread across his face let Atsushi know he was never going to live this down, but that was okay because he really wanted to get plowed right this second. Akutagawa tugged at the covers that had been haphazardly forced down the bed, pulling the top sheet around his shoulders and immediately Rashomon rippled from it, the grey sheets rimmed in red.

Atsushi rolled over, onto his back, legs cocked wide as Rashomon slid over his skin. Akutagawa sat on his knees for a moment, one hand braced on Atsushi’s knee as he puzzled out what he was going to do. A Rashomon tendril slid inside, curled in on itself, about as thick as his finger—and Atsushi squirmed as it pressed deeper than Akutagawa’s cock could reach.

His decision made, Atsushi hummed in satisfaction when Akutagawa sank his cock back in as well, the Rashomon tendril curling around him inside Atsushi. Atsushi had a hand on his cock and was stroking it, before Rashomon grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him back. “No touching,” Akutagawa reminded him crossly.

“More…?” Atsushi asked hopefully even as he felt Rashomon plunge deep, and maintained eye contact as more tendrils, each as thick as the first, squeezed in around Akutagawa’s cock. They all pressed on his inner walls, each in a different direction, and it was like being fingered but so much more, deeper, and with Akutagawa’s cock nestled up against his prostate.

Atsushi breathed out through his nose, fingers scrabbling against Akutagawa’s thigh. Akutagawa twisted his head, he’d stopped thrusting in as the tendrils were introduced, and now was just holding tight, enjoying the way everything was squeezing around his dick. “More,” Atsushi begged, and Akutagawa wet his lips and considered this.

He pulled Rashomon back, and Atsushi whined, upset at the feeling of emptiness, and that whine turned full-blown when Akutagawa pulled out as well. He was using himself to eyeball it, though, and the Rashomon tendrils that wrapped together formed something akin to a cock, if slightly bigger—and definitely longer—than Akutagawa’s own.

Atsushi moaned when the Rashomon-dick plunged into him, filling him up immediately. His cock bobbed against his belly, leaving slick trails where the head kissed skin, and Akutagawa enjoyed watching Atsushi take every bit of it, panting and gasping. Once it was entirely in, he pushed his own cock in alongside, and it was tighter than anything he’d tried so far. Atsushi keened, and Rashomon fucked in deep; Akutagawa was startled to realize that he could see it move, a small bulge forming above Atsushi’s cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Atsushi was changing, head dug all the way back into the mattress and eyes squeezed shut. Akutagawa grabbed his wrist with one hand and Atsushi whined, trying to twist it free. “I haven’t touched, I haven’t,” he panted, but Akutagawa grabbed his hand and pushed it against his skin, and held it there as Rashomon rammed in again.

Atsushi’s mouth opened but no sound emerged that Akutagawa could hear for a solid thirty seconds. Then he twisted, hand still pressed to the bulge, and grabbed at the sheet Akutagawa had wrapped himself in. “More,” Atsushi gasped, gone mad with it. “Harder—!”

Too much more of this and he’d split clear in two, so Akutagawa regretfully only added one or two more tendrils to the creation pounding away at Atsushi’s insides; and watched with great satisfaction as Atsushi pressed both his hands to the spot where they could both see Rashomon move when she bottomed out.

Atsushi’s back arched and his hips started to rise off the bed. Rashomon kept him down even as his cock spurted hot, white trails over his hands and stomach. As soon as his cock stopped pulsing, Rashomon slammed into his walls again and Atsushi wailed, bouncing the headboard against the wall and coming apart all over again, the climax clearly painful. Akutagawa fucked him through it, shallow thrusts of his cock hitting Atsushi’s prostate directly, and then some of Rashomon squeezing him tight while still inside Atsushi, until he came as well.

Akutagawa remained between his legs, though he had slipped out when he came. Rashomon, however, remained inside, keeping Atsushi in place, filled completely; he was breathing in great gulping sobs, somehow still on the edge of coherent.

He looked up at Akutagawa with wide, glittering eyes, tears tracked down his face and immediately Akutagawa’s gut twisted with worry…at least until Atsushi blindly grabbed at his hand, pulling him in, and gasped, “again!”

~*~

“Is it still called caterwauling when it’s a tiger?” Dazai asked reflectively, hands folded over his stomach.

“Shut the fuck up,” Chuuya said, head buried underneath all the pillows and half under Dazai as well. “Just shut up.”

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always summer #24

always summer #24: sounding | bungou stray dogs |👿🐯 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1400 words

Akutagawa made a noise like he was dying, and if his grip strength was better Atsushi might have cause to worry about his upper arm, but even now he wasn’t focused on that, his eyes locked between Akutagawa’s legs instead.

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Atsushi rubbed his thumb just under the head of Akutagawa’s cock, applying just a hint of pressure. Akutagawa made that noise again, and the end of it caught on a sob.

Atsushi wet his dry lips, eyes going now to Akutagawa’s. His eyes were squeezed shut, and it wasn’t quite pleasure on his face; Atsushi swallowed hard and said, “Ryuunosuke.”

His name made Akutagawa’s eyes crack open, and he looked at Atsushi, panting slightly. “Okay?” Atsushi asked, now that he had eye contact, and after a moment of consideration, Akutagawa nodded and then exhaled, the grip on Atsushi’s bicep lessening. They both looked down, to where Atsushi held his cock, one hand wrapped firmly around it and keeping it in one position, and the other, very gently, working the metal rod inside. Lube squeezed out around it, and he’d gotten most of the device in already; it was capped by a rounded ball end and a small cage to lock it into place once completely inside.

It had been Akutagawa’s idea, of course, sitting on the floor and sorting through the remainder of the contents of the Brown Bag—Atsushi had been certain he was going to be the one who ended up submitting to this, but Akutagawa had held the package that the sounds were in and stared at it in fascination for a long, long time. Atsushi had finally offered to help him with it if he really wanted to, and the next thing he knew he was sitting between Akutagawa’s legs with an obscene amount of lube and the metal sound.

He'd seen Akutagawa wanton before, but this seemed to be a whole new level. Atsushi didn’t want to do anything to hurt him and didn’t understand how this wasn’t, but he gently, slowly, pulled the sound back some before letting it sink into his cock again and Akutagawa nearly vibrated with it, a stuttering sound coming out of his lungs. “What does it feel like?” Atsushi asked, trying to draw his focus, as his eyes were now glued to Atsushi’s hands, watching him work.

“I don’t know…how to describe it…” Akutagawa’s first words in a while, but they gave him something to focus on. He exhaled another shaky breath as Atsushi let it settle deeper inside, releasing the end of the sound and watching how it bobbed in place, moving slowly as Akutagawa’s body worked around the intrusion. “Good, but…ah, ah—” his breath came out quickly again as Atsushi pushed on the ball on the end, sliding it deeper, until it sat snugly against the head of his cock. “Weretiger!”

Atsushi laughed softly despite himself. He fastened the tiny catch, which would prevent the sound from working itself free, and stroked Akutagawa’s dick lightly. He’d never heard Akutagawa make some of these noises, not even with his dick in his ass, and it was new and incredible. “You gotta tell me if it hurts.”

“It’s not…” Akutagawa frowned, and clearly focused himself inwards—Atsushi used this time to use his thumb again and pressed it firmly along the bottom of his cock as he stroked. That Akutagawa apparently was not a fan of, as he squalled like whose tail had been stepped on. “Fuck! Ah, ah, god dammit—!”

“That didn’t feel so good?”

“No…” Akutagawa exhaled shakily, and Atsushi took his hand off Akutagawa’s cock, watching him tremble in his lap.

“What do you want me to do?”

“In a minute,” Akutagawa breathed, still focused inward. Atsushi could see his dick twitching slightly, and he used his thumb to wipe some of the lube squeezing out from around the sound. Akutagawa’s hand tightened on his arm again, and he tilted his head back, shifting the position of his hips, legs moving up over Atsushi’s sides. “I need your cock, weretiger.”

Atsushi leaned over him, brushing his hair back, away from his sweat-slicked face. “With that thing inside? It’s not gonna let you come. Are you sure?”

“Fuck me,” Akutagawa snarled, grabbing Atsushi’s ear-tail and yanking it hard. Atsushi yelped and tried to free himself, and Akutagawa came away with more than a few strands of Atsushi’s silver hair caught between his fingers. His shoulders slammed back into the mattress, and he panted, wrist over his forehead and eyes open but staring through the ceiling above them as Atsushi fingered him.

Atsushi went slow because he didn’t trust Akutagawa, kept his eye on him as he slid his lube-slicked cock over his hole and pushed, and groaned himself at how Akutagawa’s body sucked him in. His body was so tense he squeezed Atsushi senseless, and he couldn’t help it, sinking to the hilt immediately. “Fuck,” he moaned, thrusting his cock a few times, feeling the waves of contraction as Akutagawa clamped down on him again.

Akutagawa had crossed his arms over his eyes, effectively hiding most of his face. Atsushi pushed his palm into the sheets beside Akutagawa’s head, hiking his hips off the bed and that shifted the angle of everything, all at once. Akutagawa howled, his back arching and entire body shaking, and Atsushi watched, mouth open in surprise, as Akutagawa came, dry.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, using his other hand to gently pull Akutagawa’s arms off his face. “Are you okay? That looked intense.”

Akutagawa panted; eyes glazed. The cage at the end of the sound kept it from ejecting under the force of his climax, but it did work itself nearly the thickness of a finger free. Akutagawa finally focused on Atsushi, mouth open to say something, but Atsushi very gently stroked his dick once before pushing the sound back in with his thumb.

That elicited another noise from Akutagawa, and Atsushi leaned over him, kissing his sweat-drenched forehead, and fucked into him again. He shifted their bodies together so he could keep one hand wrapped loosely around Akutagawa’s cock, thumb pressed against the cold metal of the ball, keeping the sound in place as he fucked him.

Akutagawa was gasping nonsense now, whining Atsushi’s name on the edge of his breath and gone all the way over the edge, managing another dry orgasm as Atsushi figured out the best angle to keep going. Akutagawa’s hand wrapped around the back of his neck, the other flailed above his head, pulling at the sheets; the cords were standing out in his neck as he dug his head back into the mattress.

Atsushi had pity on him, and blindly flipped the latch on the sound. It immediately started to work its way free. He probably wasn’t as gentle as he should have been pulling it free, but Akutagawa immediately curled up against him, both arms over his shoulders, and lasted about three more thrusts before he was coming harder than Atsushi had ever seen, clawing his shoulders bloody.

He went limp against Atsushi and thudded back into the covers; Atsushi extracted himself as well and sat up on his knees, panting loud. “Akutagawa?”

There was no response from Akutagawa, and Atsushi groaned, stroked his achingly hard cock, and gave in to jerking off over him. He shuddered as he came, his mess joining Akutagawa’s across his stomach and chest, and Atsushi dropped into the covers on his shoulder beside Akutagawa, still breathing hard.

After a little, Akutagawa’s eyelids fluttered and he squinted them open, hoarse. He rolled his head to stare at Atsushi, and Atsushi eyed him worriedly. “You okay?”

Akutagawa glanced down at himself, then pushed his hand through the drying mess on his stomach awkwardly. “Did you jerk off on me, weretiger?”

“I had to do it somewhere,” Atsushi said and was able to shift enough that Akutagawa’s awkward flail of a smack came nowhere near him. It helped that he was moving at roughly ten percent of his usual speed.

“For that indignity, you get to help me clean up,” Akutagawa ordered as he started to get up, then groaned and thumped back into the covers. “In a minute.”

“Yeah, I was already going to help you with that,” Atsushi said, amused, and rolled close enough to kiss his head again and sat up before he could be swatted away. “Are you sure you’re alright? It was good?”

“Weretiger,” Akutagawa said, clearly aggravated, “if you are so curious, next time we’ll do you.” He exhaled, eyes going closed again, and a smile started at the edge of his mouth. “Maybe we’ll do you.”

Atsushi patted his shoulder gently and rose to start the shower.

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