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[5-Aug-2021][Ayatsuri Sakon] Cannibal
Title: Cannibal
Day/Prompt: 5-Aug-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Zenkichi/Sakon
Rating/Warning(s): Explicit
It's hot, and it isn't the sludge-hot, burning Tokyo weather. It's Sakon nibbling on his neck like it's a T-bone, leaving him hot and breathless, gaze hazed over. Damn, he's as eager as a horny kid getting laid for the first time; Sakon leaves him burning. Zenkichi doesn't know how he's riled up by some inexperienced kid, but either he's read a library of erotica, is a natural, or he's a born man-eater. Either way, Sakon's confident, calculated, executing side is very appreciated.
"I feel like you're gonna eat me alive." Zenkichi chuckles into the back of his hand, swallowing as Sakon's lips graze his neck. Then, rubbing the back of Sakon's neck, Zenkichi pushes him lower, face warm, eyes wide.
The detective smiles and silently complies, nudging him towards the bed as his smile widens at the slight bulge in his worn, tight jeans.
"I just might," Sakon hums, unzipping his pants to pull out Zenkichi's cock, "eat you alive."
Zenkichi laughs hard, voice husky as he arches up, reaching to undo his unbutton his pants and undo his belt before Sakon brushes his fingers aside. It takes him a few tries to, but slowly, teasingly, then yanking, he tugs the belt away.
Shifting Zenkichi onto the pillows, Sakon chuckles as he observes the older man in one fell swoop of his eyes before meeting his eyes and throwing off his tank top in a single motion. Zenkichi watches with an amused smile as Sakon throws it over his shoulder to land on the floor beside his pillow.
"Lay," Sakon pauses, "down."
A mere finger poking the center of his chest is all it takes. Zenkichi slumps down onto the bed as Sakon straddles him. He licks his lips, shifting his hips and grinding down. Sakon sits on the edge of his knees, leaning forward to rub his face along Zenkichi's chest, eyeing him with a deep hunger.
Zenkichi stares up, a vague formation of the word 'cannibal' suffocated in a kiss.
--
Bending down, Zenkichi fetches the denim material, draping it over his arm as he lets out a long breath. Then, relaxed, he stands and places his shirt on the dresser, rushing into jeans and zipping up his pants. His face is flushed red from exertion, but his eyes shine. There ain't nothing like mind-numbing, great sex, but kissing Sakon and feeling swollen, violent red under his tongue comes close.
Sakon isn't as worse for wear, but his lips are bitten red with no reasonable explanation but a good fuck. He's jelly-kneed and wobbling, himself. Well, he has no marks to hide.
Zenkichi stares down at the clouds of hickies following his feather trail, then resumes watching the detective fumble, suave perhaps lost.
He lazily smirks.
Pulling on a yukata from his bag, Sakon throws it on before he falls back on the bed. Zenkichi plops on top of him.
"I have never thought of myself as a carnivore," Sakon takes Zenkichi's hand and strokes his palm, brushing a kiss. "but you may be the exception." He says even-toned, as if necking, causing a noise complaint, then kissing the back of his palm isn't slightly embarrassing.
Okay, no calm lost.
Zenkichi nods as Sakon holds up a finger, doting another gentle kiss. Rolling onto his side and propping himself on one elbow, Zenkichi keeps listening.
Day/Prompt: 5-Aug-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Zenkichi/Sakon
Rating/Warning(s): Explicit
It's hot, and it isn't the sludge-hot, burning Tokyo weather. It's Sakon nibbling on his neck like it's a T-bone, leaving him hot and breathless, gaze hazed over. Damn, he's as eager as a horny kid getting laid for the first time; Sakon leaves him burning. Zenkichi doesn't know how he's riled up by some inexperienced kid, but either he's read a library of erotica, is a natural, or he's a born man-eater. Either way, Sakon's confident, calculated, executing side is very appreciated.
"I feel like you're gonna eat me alive." Zenkichi chuckles into the back of his hand, swallowing as Sakon's lips graze his neck. Then, rubbing the back of Sakon's neck, Zenkichi pushes him lower, face warm, eyes wide.
The detective smiles and silently complies, nudging him towards the bed as his smile widens at the slight bulge in his worn, tight jeans.
"I just might," Sakon hums, unzipping his pants to pull out Zenkichi's cock, "eat you alive."
Zenkichi laughs hard, voice husky as he arches up, reaching to undo his unbutton his pants and undo his belt before Sakon brushes his fingers aside. It takes him a few tries to, but slowly, teasingly, then yanking, he tugs the belt away.
Shifting Zenkichi onto the pillows, Sakon chuckles as he observes the older man in one fell swoop of his eyes before meeting his eyes and throwing off his tank top in a single motion. Zenkichi watches with an amused smile as Sakon throws it over his shoulder to land on the floor beside his pillow.
"Lay," Sakon pauses, "down."
A mere finger poking the center of his chest is all it takes. Zenkichi slumps down onto the bed as Sakon straddles him. He licks his lips, shifting his hips and grinding down. Sakon sits on the edge of his knees, leaning forward to rub his face along Zenkichi's chest, eyeing him with a deep hunger.
Zenkichi stares up, a vague formation of the word 'cannibal' suffocated in a kiss.
--
Bending down, Zenkichi fetches the denim material, draping it over his arm as he lets out a long breath. Then, relaxed, he stands and places his shirt on the dresser, rushing into jeans and zipping up his pants. His face is flushed red from exertion, but his eyes shine. There ain't nothing like mind-numbing, great sex, but kissing Sakon and feeling swollen, violent red under his tongue comes close.
Sakon isn't as worse for wear, but his lips are bitten red with no reasonable explanation but a good fuck. He's jelly-kneed and wobbling, himself. Well, he has no marks to hide.
Zenkichi stares down at the clouds of hickies following his feather trail, then resumes watching the detective fumble, suave perhaps lost.
He lazily smirks.
Pulling on a yukata from his bag, Sakon throws it on before he falls back on the bed. Zenkichi plops on top of him.
"I have never thought of myself as a carnivore," Sakon takes Zenkichi's hand and strokes his palm, brushing a kiss. "but you may be the exception." He says even-toned, as if necking, causing a noise complaint, then kissing the back of his palm isn't slightly embarrassing.
Okay, no calm lost.
Zenkichi nods as Sakon holds up a finger, doting another gentle kiss. Rolling onto his side and propping himself on one elbow, Zenkichi keeps listening.