PROMPT: Overcome by the feeling of extreme arousal, he finds a means to relieve himself.
A/N: This came to me in a dream.........
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Bankotsu panted softly as he laid against a tree in the dead of night. He was alone, an odd yokai had hit hit with something that made his whole body stir. The slightest brush of grass against his skin, the cool evening air bringing chills down his spine, the pulse of arousal from his hard cock.
From afar, he could hear his group calling out for him, searching for him out of concern, but he didn't want to be found. Not in this state. Shakily, he undid his clothes, just enough so his chest and cock was exposed, as a sudden gust of wind blew against him, a breathy moan slips from his lips, the wind seemed to lick at his cock—dripping already with precum—hardening his sensitive nipples. He felt as if everything could turn him on even more, he felt so hot.
He wrapped a hand around his cock and started stroking himself in a poor attempt to get off. He needed to hurry up before his group found him. His head fell back against the tree as his mouth fell open, the only sound coming from him were shaky exhales, a hint of a whimper.
He felt himself getting close just from jacking off, he picked up the pace, sloppily striding his hand up and down his cock. The familiar feeling of intense heat began to flurry in his lower abdomen. He was close. So damn close. He couldn't help the soft gasp that slipped past his lips as he spread his legs open further, eyes clenching shut.
This was torture.
"Mhhh..." he whined as he felt his hand begin to cramp. But he couldn't stop, not when he was so close.
Yet, no matter how hard he stroked himself, he couldn't cum. He tried to speed up, his cock kept leaking pre, looking as if it was about to burst at any moment, yet his release refused to come to him. He bucked his hips up as he gradually stopped stroking himself. His hand was tired by now, which was odd considering his high stamina.
His cock twitched as a breeze swept against it, taunting, almost. Bankotsu's breath stuttered as he licked his lips and slowly opened his eyes, "This is getting nowhere..." he muttered to himself in frustration.
But what else was he supposed to do?
He looked around, then looked down at his nipples. Huffing, he reached his hand to them and, experimentally, squeezed one between his index and thumb. "Ah!—" he quickly put a hand over his mouth. He couldn't be too loud when people were looking for him. He repeated the action, moaning into his hand as his hips bucked unconsciously, seeking more friction. Since when did his nipples get this sensitive?
He rubbed the hard nub; each press brought an electric shock of pleasure straight to his dick. "Hmmn...~" he mumbled. Swallowing thickly, he removed the hand over his mouth and returned it to his cock, the other rolling his hard nipples between his fingers. The dual pleasure almost made him moan; he bit his lip to silence himself.
He tried to jack himself off again, this time with the added pleasure from his overly sensitive nipples. His head felt dizzy at each shaky action. His hand gripped harshly around his cock while he rubbed and squeezed—even tugged at his nipple, making sure the other nipple was given the same amount of love.
Bankotsu could barely stay quiet. He bit his lip hard just to stay silent, but his every labored breath could be heard; it echoed in his ears.
He couldn't bear the heat as it pooled once more at his lower abdomen. There it was. He was close yet again. A whimper vibrated from his throat. Suddenly, he could taste a bit of iron in his mouth. His lips parted, eyes closing. Looks like he bit his lip a little too hard.
The black-haired male started stroking himself harder, focusing his strokes at his base, and his other hand began tugging at his nipples. Desperate. Each sloppy stroke and tug brought him closer to the edge again. He could feel it getting closer now. With his lips parted and bloody, a slew of pleasured noises slipped past them, unable to be contained any further—not that Bankotsu cared anymore.
Yet. "Hahh..." he whined, head pressed against the tree behind him. It wasn't going any further.
He was this close. This close.
"No..." he whimpered, head clouded with heavy arousal.
His eyes cracked open once more, landing on his banryu.
His chest rose up and down, he was slumped against the tree, hands on either side of him. A few ideas popped into his head as he stared at his trusty blade. What drew his attention the most was the weapon's handle. Long. Just thick enough for him to take. It wasn't too thin... But... he's never taken anything up his ass.
No. Damn it all, he was too desperate to cum.
He started taking off his bottoms fully, his pants left on the grass reached for his banryu, pulling it towards him, and managing to take off the pommel somehow. Then, he got on his hands and knees, reaching a hand to his twitching asshole. As he did, he felt something wet. Was that possible?
Brushing it off, he circled his pucker, readying himself internally before he pushed one finger in. His hands nearly give way, he grips the grass as pleasure shoots through his entire body. Without wasting another second, he began thrusting his single digit in and out of himself, pressing his lips closed to stop any more noises from leaving him.
His entire body felt hotter now, his cock continued to twitch against his stomach the further he pressed his finger inside, then, he slipped another digit, trying to hurry and stretch his tight hole, at least just enough for his baryu handle to slip in easily. He swallows down a moan and spreads his fingers, essentially fingering himself; each brush of his calloused fingers had him trembling.
Was this enough? He didn't quite care anymore. Something within him craved to be filled; it craved something inside his ass.
Bankotsu exhaled sharply and repositioned, ass facing his large banryu as he laid on his back. He pulled the handle closer to his ass. His head was spinning, lightheaded and filled with need. Then, without even thinking, he pressed the handle against his entrance. He moaned, uncaring of his volume.
"Nghh...~" he pushed his banryu's handle even harder, and then—"Ah!~" he cried out, back arching as it entered him. It was hard. Cold. Yet his gummy walls massaged it, as if trying to ease it further inside him.
He pushed it further in, the stretch almost too much for his first time, but he couldn't stop. He wanted to be filled. He kept pushing the handle inside him, panting into the air, a puff of white appearing at each heavy exhale. With his free hand, he jacked himself off as well, his cock was painfully hard, having been unable to cum the past two attempts.
He started thrusting his banryu into his hole while he stroked his sensitive cock, his common sense gone out the window as from his lips slips out obnoxiously loud moans, whimpers, even whines. Then, at a change of angle, he suddenly hit a specific spot inside him, drawing his mind toa blank as his cock suddenly spurted out cum. "Yes...! Mmhm—" his hips bucked against the handle as it fushed against his prostate again and again. "Ah!~"
Yet he kept going. He finally came, it was anticlimactic, but he wanted more. So much more...
He let go of his cock and covered his eyes, now focusing his efforts on fucking himslef into his damn banryu. He thrusted it in further, whimpering as it kept brushing against his prostate, practically squeezing it the further it went inside him. He chuckled breathless and dazed. It felt good. So damn good. His buck against his banryu again, walls clenching around it as his practically drooled.
The rest of the band could find him like this. He could care less now.
