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yonanuniversity2015-05-02 09:06 pm
tsunderekita) wrote in yonanuniversity2015-05-02 09:06 pm
[LOG] The AraAra Hour
How do people go days without doin' it- 'm horny as fuck right now.
What a coincidence
Oh? An' what's that?
[sliiiiides into his lap] Me too.
Hm... Fuckin' coincidence indeed-
Also I checked an' it's been like two fuckin' weeks since I got my ass pounded... Just sayin'. [leaning in to nibble his ear]
Ya wanna know how long it's been since I got /my/ ass pounded? ...couldn't tell ya; hasn't happened yet.
[huffs against his ear] Well we're not gonna get to that in one fuckin' sitting, but if ya wanna work up to that, I'm game...
(chuckles and leans in to rub his cheek against the other's) S'not a bad idea.
Brilliant fuckin' arrangement, right? [presses a biting kiss against his throat] You fuck my ass, I'll train yours?
(soft whining noises) 'bout fuckin' time you put that brain'a yours to use, shit...
[scoff] Same fuckin' brain as yours, dipshit. [he starts to climb off] C'mon, bed.
(hops up quickly, ears burning at how eager he's acting, following in tow) Pretty sure my brain's a wee bit bigger.
[he guides him toward the bedroom, hand hooking his waistband] Dog brains're bigger'n cat brains but dogs are still stupid.
You're such a fuckin' dumbass... That's why I love ya. (bites the inside of his cheek before leaning in to kiss him)
[hums into the kiss, still pretty sure he won that argument. his knees hit the edge of the bed and he pulls them both down]
(his hands reach out instintively, propping himself up enough to gaze down at his husband) Nice view, mm.
[his tongue darts out to lick his lips, a hungry look in his eyes] So which part d'ya wanna do first? 'Cause I kinda like the idea of you fuckin' me with a plug up your ass...
(he whines, hips knees spreading and hips lowering as he straddles him) I may or may not like the sound'a that...
[his hands drift from his husband's waist to his ass, pulling at the fabric of his slacks] In that case, roll over and get yer pants off for me.
(with a deep breath he does just that, rolling onto his back and pushing at his pants, nudging them down to his knees before kicking them off and grasping his husband's shoulders wanting him close to he can press another kiss to his lips)
[he indulges the kiss, lapping at his teeth for a bit before pulling away and moving to the side table for some supplies] Hm, maybe I shoulda made ya get on yer stomach instead... Eh, we'll see how this works. [he pulls out the essentials: rubber gloves, lube, one of the thinner plugs, and a condom (for later) and lays them out on the bed beside him]
(he rocks his hips up once for emphasis, eyes half-lidded as he looks up at him) I can get on my damn stomach if ya want...
[he tugs the latex glove on with a snap, grinning] It's up to you. Whatever you think you can handle better...
(he props himself up onto his elbows and huffs) The hell's that s'pposed to mean? Maybe I wanna fuckin' watch ya doin' this.
Then why'd you offer? Ch... [he scoots closer on his knees, coaxing his husband's thighs apart so that one rests in his lap. he starts squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his gloved fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up a little]
What a coincidence
Oh? An' what's that?
[sliiiiides into his lap] Me too.
Hm... Fuckin' coincidence indeed-
Also I checked an' it's been like two fuckin' weeks since I got my ass pounded... Just sayin'. [leaning in to nibble his ear]
Ya wanna know how long it's been since I got /my/ ass pounded? ...couldn't tell ya; hasn't happened yet.
[huffs against his ear] Well we're not gonna get to that in one fuckin' sitting, but if ya wanna work up to that, I'm game...
(chuckles and leans in to rub his cheek against the other's) S'not a bad idea.
Brilliant fuckin' arrangement, right? [presses a biting kiss against his throat] You fuck my ass, I'll train yours?
(soft whining noises) 'bout fuckin' time you put that brain'a yours to use, shit...
[scoff] Same fuckin' brain as yours, dipshit. [he starts to climb off] C'mon, bed.
(hops up quickly, ears burning at how eager he's acting, following in tow) Pretty sure my brain's a wee bit bigger.
[he guides him toward the bedroom, hand hooking his waistband] Dog brains're bigger'n cat brains but dogs are still stupid.
You're such a fuckin' dumbass... That's why I love ya. (bites the inside of his cheek before leaning in to kiss him)
[hums into the kiss, still pretty sure he won that argument. his knees hit the edge of the bed and he pulls them both down]
(his hands reach out instintively, propping himself up enough to gaze down at his husband) Nice view, mm.
[his tongue darts out to lick his lips, a hungry look in his eyes] So which part d'ya wanna do first? 'Cause I kinda like the idea of you fuckin' me with a plug up your ass...
(he whines, hips knees spreading and hips lowering as he straddles him) I may or may not like the sound'a that...
[his hands drift from his husband's waist to his ass, pulling at the fabric of his slacks] In that case, roll over and get yer pants off for me.
(with a deep breath he does just that, rolling onto his back and pushing at his pants, nudging them down to his knees before kicking them off and grasping his husband's shoulders wanting him close to he can press another kiss to his lips)
[he indulges the kiss, lapping at his teeth for a bit before pulling away and moving to the side table for some supplies] Hm, maybe I shoulda made ya get on yer stomach instead... Eh, we'll see how this works. [he pulls out the essentials: rubber gloves, lube, one of the thinner plugs, and a condom (for later) and lays them out on the bed beside him]
(he rocks his hips up once for emphasis, eyes half-lidded as he looks up at him) I can get on my damn stomach if ya want...
[he tugs the latex glove on with a snap, grinning] It's up to you. Whatever you think you can handle better...
(he props himself up onto his elbows and huffs) The hell's that s'pposed to mean? Maybe I wanna fuckin' watch ya doin' this.
Then why'd you offer? Ch... [he scoots closer on his knees, coaxing his husband's thighs apart so that one rests in his lap. he starts squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his gloved fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up a little]