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be careful when furniture shopping, it could be a lifelong commitment | sakazura

Pairing: Sakamoto Tatsuma x Katsura Kotarou

Summary: There is an unremarkable armchair sitting--unremarkably-- in Tatsuma's captain's quarters. It seems to serve no higher purpose other than to be a relatively comfy seat.

That is until Tatsuma comes home one night to see Zura on it, wearing only a pair of sheer black stockings with a garter belt, a matching pair of satin panties, and one of Tatsuma's jackets. Suddenly, Tatsuma can think of a few more uses this armchair can offer.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6,764

Tags: PWP, R18, Lingerie, oral sex, handjobs, finger sucking, anal, manhandling, facials, crying, fucked silly, mildly dubious consent, chair sex, Top!Sakamoto, Bottom!Katsura

Also available on AO3

Tatsuma owns an armchair for the sake of having an armchair. It was another novel item he'd picked up while cruising through a new exciting location. It was an unremarkable looking thing; something he'd picked up on impulse after realizing he didn't have enough comfortable seats in his captain's quarters. It sits unremarkably, in the corner of the room and doesn't seem to hold any higher purpose.

Until tonight, that is.

Tatsuma walks in to find Zura waiting for him in sheer black stockings that go all the way up to his thighs, held up by a lace garter belt. The lace of the garter belt wraps itself snugly around Zura's dainty waist and its straps stretch over a matching set of satin panties. One of Tatsuma's jackets hangs loosely off his slender shoulders, covering his otherwise bare chest.

Zura sits in the armchair, one leg crossed over the other. His elbow is on his knee and he rests his chin on its hand. Bright eyed, he flashes a coy grin to the already stupefied Tatsuma. "Good evening, Captain."

Tatsuma can feel his mouth water at the sight before him and he has to consciously shut it to keep himself from drooling. He blinks a few times to take in the situation he just walked into. Upon realizing what would normally happen next, a large, lopsided grin was slapped across his face. "Is it my birthday?"

Zura hums to himself in amusement, getting the reaction he wanted from him. "Aren't you going to come over here?" he answers with another question.

Well, it's not a question as much as it is an order, and Tatsuma is feeling obedient today.

Tatsuma trips over himself, making sure the door is shut tight and locked behind him. He dutifully saunters his way to the armchair, discarding his jacket and scarf to the floor, correctly assuming they wouldn’t be necessary for this upcoming activity. Zura pulls him down into a deep kiss when he arrives, one hand on Tatsuma's nape and the other's fingers curling around the collar of his shirt. The first kiss already has Zura breathing him in, a breathy moan escaping his throat. Tatsuma can't help but wonder what's in store for him.

Zura pulls away from the kiss, his fingertips dragging themselves from Tatsuma's nape to his jaw. Tatsuma has a wide, dreamy beam across his face. Zura's fingertips drag along his jaw off his chin, stealing another peck off his lips. His hands reach up and take Tatsuma's sunglasses off his face. He puts them on himself, pushing them up into his hair to brush his bangs away. " Oh? " Tatsuma raises his eyebrows, intrigued.

Zura puts his hands on Tatsuma's shoulders and pushes downwards. “Go down.” Zura instructs and Tatsuma obliges, getting onto his knees in front of the armchair. “Do you like what I’m wearing?” he asks teasingly, running one foot up and down his own leg.

“I do.” Tatsuma says, feeling his mind get cloudy as he watches Zura’s hypnotizing legs. He leans forward to rest his head on Zura’s lap. He looks up at him. “Is this all for me?”

Zura hums in thought at the question, shifting his legs causing Tatsuma to lift his head from them. He lifts one leg and throws it over Tatsuma’s shoulder so he can get a clear view of the panties right in front of him. “And if it is?” Zura teases.

Tatsuma swallows, his thoughts get fuzzy and he feels his jaw get slack. "Th-then… can I… can I…" he trails off, entranced by the sight. He can't even form a full sentence. All he wants to do with his mouth is ravage what's in front of him.

Zura smirks to himself, satisfied that he could get The Sakamoto Tatsuma to have a loss for words. He throws his other leg over Tatsuma's other shoulder and relishes in how Tatsuma's jaw drops immediately. "Can you…?" He prompts Tatsuma to finish his sentence.

Zura's thighs press against both sides of Tatsuma's face. " Please? " is all he can say after gathering what's left of his wits.

"Hm?" Zura prompts, his heels digging into Tatsuma's back, pushing him forward.

Without warning, Tatsuma scoops his arms under Zura's thighs and pulls him towards him. Zura grunts in surprise when Tatsuma dives headfirst in between his legs and starts to lap his tongue on him through the satin of his panties.

Zura sighs, adjusting to the sensation. He brings a hand to Tatsuma's hair, slowly balling it into a fist as Tatsuma's tongue feels hotter and wetter against him. His hips roll against Tatsuma's face and the soles of his feet press against his back, pushing him further in.

Zura brings a hand to his face to stifle a moan when Tatsuma drags his tongue along the small, bare section of his thighs between the end of his stockings and the start of his panties. Zura stutters out Tatsuma's name to try to regain control of the situation when he feels him nip and suck at his soft skin, leaving marks all over.

Zura whines at the sharpness of Tatsuma's teeth when he bites and whimpers at the wetness of his tongue when he licks over the bite marks. His thighs shift on either side of Tatsuma's face, squeezing his head between them. Tatsuma's tongue slips under the hem of his panties and uses his teeth to pry them away. He can only get so far with Zura's thighs holding him in place so he brings his hand up to finish the job. He has half the mind to rip it to shreds, but a very small (very faint) voice of reason advises against it.

Zura watches Tatsuma's strong hands pull the crotch of his panties aside to expose his bottom half. When Tatsuma succeeds, he stops to look up at Zura, and he wants to etch this image into his mind forever.

Zura is lounging back into the armchair, panting in anticipation as he looks down at him. His soft lips are parted slightly and a fingertip rests gently between them. His cheeks are dusted pink and the sunglasses he'd put in his hair had gotten disoriented from his squirming. His hair spills out onto the cushioned back of the armchair and Tatsuma's jacket is disheveled against his small body.

Zura opens his mouth a tad wider and the fingertip goes between his teeth. Tatsuma stares, watching Zura's tongue flicking against his fingertip as if he were instructing Tatsuma on how to continue.

Tatsuma obeys. Running his tongue from the base of Zura's dick all the way to its head. He slips the head into his mouth taking in its whole length. He feels Zura's thighs shake on his shoulders while his body squirms at the sensation. He pulls his head back before going straight in again, bobbing his head up and down to blow him at a painfully slow pace.

Zura's mewls and soft moans are wet and muffled with the finger in his mouth. He continues to lap his tongue against it in time with Tatsuma's mouth around his lower half. He falls backwards, letting Tatsuma pull his waist closer to him. Tatsuma hooks his arms under his thighs again and uses his shoulders to push Zura's knees against his chest to have more room to work with.

Zura yelps when his own weight is shifted on top of him to hold him down. Tatsuma was hovering above him now, watching Zura's flustered face for a reaction while he continues to fuck him with his face. Tatsuma's fingers slip underneath the hem of Zura's stockings and his nails dig into the untouched skin underneath.

Zura whimpers at the pain. His legs wrap around Tatsuma's neck for more stimulation as he pants heavily in his heat. Tatsuma brings his hands to the back of Zura's thighs and pushes them apart and forward so that his kneecaps touch his own shoulders. Tatsuma pulls away from Zura's dick and pulls his panties off, slides it halfway down his legs and gets under the suspended fabric.

"T-Tatsuma!?" Zura stammers, realizing that anything that happens to him from now on is purely under Tatsuma's discretion. Tatsuma doesn't respond, instead he starts to flick his tongue against Zura's taint.

Zura cries out, the pace in his breathing picking up in between his panicked whimpers. Shivers shoot down his spine at the unfamiliar pleasure he feels and his body writhes to get away from it. Tatsuma raises Zura's hips, pinning him down with his own weight to stop moving and his tongue goes faster, putting more pressure on the area.

Tears prick at the corner of Zura's eyes. His heart beats against his chest and his hands scramble to dig his nails into the cushioned backboard and arm rests. His nails scratch the rough fabric, searching for anything to hold onto as Tatsuma moves his mouth lower to his ass.

Tatsuma doesn't waste any time sliding his tongue into Zura's eager hole, causing his body to shiver at the sudden insertion. He doesn't even have time to collect himself and adjust to his tongue as Tatsuma wraps one hand around Zura's abandoned dick. Zura yelps when Tatsuma starts pumping him while he tonguefucks him. Tatsuma pushes down on Zura's hips and he feels like he's getting crushed under their combined weight.

Tatsuma pumps Zura’s already slicked dick hard and fast as he buries his face further into his ass, kneading his tongue deeper into his hole. Zura’s erratic moans rise in pitch and frequency as he gets worked on from both sides. The heaviness on his chest makes it harder to breathe than it already is, being held completely at Tatsuma’s mercy. His legs kick helplessly in the air, and his thoughts come apart like a length of woven fabric fraying into stray threads. Tatsuma pulls his tongue out from Zura’s hole and drags it up to his taint again, ruthlessly flicking it against the sensitive spot.

And just like that, Zura unravels, coming undone. Thick, white strings of cum shoot out of him, splattering all over his flushed chest and onto his rosy face. Zura’s body shivers, having orgasmed earlier than he’d intended to. He weakly mewls out Tatsuma’s name between small hiccups and sobs. Tatsuma gradually lifts himself off Zura to let him catch a few breaths and lets his legs fall to rest with him still between them.

Tatsuma leans down to get a better look at Zura’s soiled, teary face. He gently lifts his face up by the chin and tenderly brushes his thumb over his cheek, picking up some of the cum that spilled onto it. Zura stares up into Tatsuma’s deep blue eyes, feeling his thumb run over his bottom lip. Tatsuma’s thumb slightly bends into the small opening between his lips and Zura submissively opens his mouth to let him in.

Tatsuma smears the cum all over his tongue to let him know how he tastes. Zura’s lips wrap around Tatsuma’s thumb and he slowly pulls in and out of his mouth, making him suck on it. Zura flutters his dewy eyelashes shut to concentrate on sucking Tatsuma’s thumb and something twists deliciously in Tatsuma’s heart, seeing him so tame. He uses his thumb to pry Zura’s mouth open, smearing two more fingers over his stained cheeks. He shoves the fingers into his mouth, earning a surprised, muffled moan. He pulls them in and out of his mouth, fingerfucking it ruthlessly. Zura’s whines are muffled by Tatsuma’s hands violating his mouth and he can’t stop his drool from dribbling down his chin.

Tatsuma pulls out slowly, satisfied that a thread of Zura’s drool follows his fingertips as he hears him gasp for air. A smug grin creeps onto his face, seeing Zura in this state where’s completely submissive and delicate to the touch. A sick feeling of pride rises in his chest, believing that he’s probably one of the only people in the galaxy to ever see him this way. He decides to let Zura fully rest before they continue. He hooks his arms under him again and scoops him up so that he’s carrying him, Zura’s legs wrapping around his waist, and his arms throwing themselves around his neck. Their chests press against each other and Zura brings his hands to Tatsuma’s face, tilting it upwards so he can kiss him again.

Zura presses his lips against Tatsuma's, breathing him in and running his hands through his brown, curly locks. The kiss is heated and messy. They press, lick, and bite each other's lips, their teeth occasionally clacking against each other. Tatsuma turns around and falls back onto the arm chair, their positions now switched with Zura sitting on his lap.

Zura adjusts himself so that he can stand on his knees. He pushes himself onto Tatsuma, using his knees as leverage and kisses him deeply. Tatsuma's hands slip underneath the jacket Zura is wearing and an arm hooks itself around his waist to keep his hips from getting too far away from his aching crotch. He breaks the kiss and dives for Zura's shoulder, intent to leave wet kisses and bite marks all over.

Zura moans breathily into Tatsuma's ear, his tongue curling around his earlobe. His hips are held down by Tatsuma's strong arms and he starts to grind against him. Tatsuma responds by bucking his hips up and they rock their lower halves, crashing their hips together in waves. They're mean and competitive, trying to match the other's friction and pressure through the layers of fabric that block them from true satisfaction.

They continue to compete from their top halves. Tatsuma leaves hickeys and teeth marks scattered across Zura's soft skin, making sure that if anyone were to see it, they would surely know he'd already been claimed. Zura's soft, breathy voice is music to Tatsuma's ears, wordlessly singing praises through his mewls and moans. His hot wet tongue drags itself along the sensitive skin behind his earlobe, making electricity shoot down Tatsuma's spine.

Tatsuma tightens his grip around Zura's waist and squeezes him tightly, digging his nails into his back and burying his face into his chest. Zura's voice comes out as a choked cry, gritting his teeth to keep the air from being squeezed out of him in Tatsuma's near bone-crushing hold. Zura can feel the tips of his long hair touch his tailbone, his back being forced to arch backwards to its limit. His nails claw at Tatsuma's nape, scratching at the base of his scalp, desperate to relieve the tension. Tatsuma's grip tightens, further forcing him to curl forward around him. Zura throws himself forward, wrapping himself around Tatsuma, hoping that pressing against him will lessen the tension squeezing his body. The nails digging into Tatsuma's nape drag down into his back as Zura gasps for air, breathlessly begging for release.

Tatsuma complies, loosening his hold on him, gently letting him go and Zura falls back onto Tatsuma's lap gasping for air. Tatsuma runs his tongue over his canines, enjoying the sight of Zura slumped over on his lap, small tremors traveling up and down his body from overstimulation. His head hangs down in exhaustion, and the sunglasses he stole from Tatsuma have fallen onto the tip of his nose. Through the small gap between his sunglasses, and Zura's temples, Tatsuma catches a glimpse of his brown eyes staring intensely at him.

Tatsuma reaches up and gently takes the sunglasses off his face and gives him a quick peck on the nose. He folds it up before gingerly placing them on a side table. He leans back on the armchair, ogling the beauty on his lap. He lets out a long, low whistle, the corner of his mouth tilting into a lopsided smirk. "Aren't you a pretty picture?"

Zura doesn't say anything in response. Instead, he shrugs off the jacket and dives back in for another deep kiss. He tugs on Tatsuma's shirt and Tatsuma complies, pulling it off and throwing it onto the floor. Zura sighs, satisfied that they can press their bare chests together. He moans deeply into the kiss as he grinds his bare ass against the growing tent in Tatsuma's pants.

"Take it out." Tatsuma orders in a low, breathy growl, finally giving into him. Zura obeys and hastily undoes Tatsuma's pants to pull out his aching cock. Zura reaches for it, needily staring into Tatsuma's eyes. He begins to stroke it up and down its length, getting a feel for its stiffness and warmth, stroking his thumb over the tip occasionally.

He stops stroking it, settling his grip on the tip, rubbing into the slit on its head. Heat rises to Tatsuma's head from being toyed with this much and he grits his teeth to get a hold of himself.

"Wait." Zura's voice cuts through the tension, his hand suddenly stopping. He guides Tatsuma's hands to his waist. "Hold me." He instructs.

Before Tatsuma can work through his bewilderment, Zura leans backwards off the chair. Startled, he grabs him to make sure he doesn't fall off. All he can do is stare at the curve of Zura's chest when he's arched backwards.

The nooks and crannies of Zura's collarbones are decorated with the red marks he'd left behind. The soft glow of his flushed chest peaking with his two pert nipples lie between Tatsuma's legs.

Zura leans far enough that his top half is on the floor so he can rummage through the discarded jacket. "Aha! Found you!" He calls from below and instinctively, Tatsuma pulls him up, curious about the abrupt intermission.

Zura comes back up, triumphantly holding a forgotten bottle of lube he'd kept in the pocket of the jacket. His expression is victorious, starkly different from the coquettish face he'd been brandishing this whole time. "I always come prepared."

Tatsuma doesn't know whether to kiss him or throw him into the ocean.

His thoughts are distracted when he sees Zura squirt the lube into his hand. "What's with that face?" Zura asks, returning his attention to Tatsuma's cock. He starts to stroke it again, in larger, faster movements up and down his shaft now that it's slick with lube. A low laugh comes out from his throat as he leans in to trail kisses up Tatsuma's neck from his shoulder the top of his jaw. "I'm sorry I stopped so suddenly." He apologizes before dragging his tongue over the sensitive skin behind his ear.

Zura feels Tatsuma's body relax into the armchair when he hears him hiss at the feeling. Zura faces Tatsuma, and his expression has changed again. He'd closed that small window of playfulness and locked his eyes on Tatsuma's. The air had gotten heavy again with unrelenting desire. Zura's gaze pierces into his soul and just like that, Tatsuma's hooked onto him again. "How shall I make it up to you?" Zura asks.

Tatsuma decides he's had enough of their play. He holds him close, and goes in for another kiss, dragging his tongue on Zura's bottom lip. Zura submits, opening his mouth to let him in. Their tongues collide with each other and Zura's lungs are filled with Tatsuma's heated breath. The hands on Zura's waist travel up and down his back, feeling his soft pale skin until they settle on his ass. He begins to grope and squeeze, sinking his claws into his soft flesh. He feels Zura melt in his arms and one of his fingers starts to poke and prod at his entrance, wordlessly answering his question.

Zura breaks the kiss, sighing as he pulls away. He laughs breathily at Tatsuma's silent request. "Alright then." He starts, taking Tatsuma's wrists and guiding them to his waist again. "Hold on tight. Don't let go." he directs and Tatsuma obliges, now prepared.

Zura adjusts himself so that his legs can rest on Tatsuma's shoulders, ankles hooked on to the backboard. Tatsuma holds his waist to keep him from falling backwards. Zura leans back, his weight only being suspended by Tatsuma's arms.

All Tatsuma can do is watch Zura's hand slide between his legs and reach for his cock. "Is this okay?" Zura asks as he's jacking Tatsuma off. Tatsuma's jaw goes slack, being forced into a position where he's not allowed to touch Zura the way he wants to. He can barely grunt in reply.

Zura releases him and squirts some more lube into his hands, reaching down to prep himself. He sighs, relaxing in Tatsuma's arms as he easily inserts one finger in. He closes his eyes, breathing in with a long hiss. He kneads it deeper inside, stretching himself out to make room for the next finger. "It shouldn't... take that long." He pants. "I... stretched myself out... before you came in."

Tatsuma's brain goes wild thinking about Zura fingering himself alone in the room.

Zura eases a second finger in and throws his head back, moaning Tatsuma's name. His two fingers ease themselves deeper and scissor inside of him to spread himself wider. His jaw hangs open as he pants, trying to ready himself for Tatsuma's cock as quickly as possible. He opens his eyes and locks them with Tatsuma's who's been ogling him the entire time. "Enjoying the show?" Zura's voice is low and hypnotizing. Tatsuma is dumbstruck, nodding in reply.

Zura's third finger slides in and Tatsuma can feel the shiver that runs up his spine. He stops moving for a brief moment to adjust himself before he continues, slowly sliding it in deeper with the other two digits already inside him. He's impatient, Tatsuma can tell. He doesn't want Zura to push himself, but the voice of reason in his head and the carnal urge screaming from down below say very different things. Zura starts to spread his fingers inside and he furrows his brows to concentrate on spreading himself open.

Tatsuma's mouth waters as he watches Zura spread his hole wide open for him. His tongue impatiently runs along his canines hearing Zura mewl out his name between bated breaths. Zura's tongue hangs just past his soft lips, his mouth hangs open as if it was waiting for something to come inside. Tatsuma succumbs to his desires and pulls Zura close so he can dive in and devour all his sweet moans and whispers. The kiss is wet and hungry, his tongue easily enters Zura’s mouth and travels deep inside. Tatsuma holds him close and leans further into Zura’s face, ignoring his squirming and his whimpers just so he can taste the back of his throat.

Meanwhile, down below Zura’s three fingers have started to knead themselves deeper into himself. Shivers run up and down his spine, his thighs shake on the backboard and he can feel a mixture of his and Tatsuma’s drool dribble down his chin. He can barely breathe, let alone string a coherent thought together, being worked on both ends while Tatsuma’s raging erection presses on his stomach.

Zura decides he doesn’t care if he’s not stretched out enough for him. He wants Tatsuma and he wants him now . He slides his fingers out of himself and places his hand on Tatsuma’s chest to push him back. Tatsuma begrudgingly breaks the kiss and leans back compliantly, breathing heavily. Zura’s hand reaches down for his cock and positions it towards his eager hole and pushes the entire head in. Tatsuma throws his head back onto the backboard, sighing in relief at finally being rewarded for his hard work. His hands move down to Zura’s lower back so that he can help push himself deeper.

Zura grits his teeth, holding onto the armrests as a handle, he slides himself forward, easing Tatsuma's hot, hard cock in. A loud, shaky moan escapes him and the arms on the armrests wrap themselves around Tatsuma's neck to pull them closer. The legs leaning on the backboard fall to the sides of the chair and his ankles hook on the back of the armrests to push Tatsuma's cock further in until he's filled to the brim with him.

Zura's hips circle and grind against Tatsuma's. Their breath is hot and heavy between them with Zura clinging onto Tatsuma, their faces close together. Tatsuma rolls his hips into Zura and he gasps, burying his face into Tatsuma's shoulder. Zura rocks his hips into Tatsuma's in large waves, desperately fucking himself on Tatsuma's cock.

"Tatsuma!" He cries through heavy, heated gasps. "Please! Use me however you like!" He sobs, a hand clenching into a fist in Tatsuma's hair, as he crashes his hips into Tatsuma, starving for satisfaction.

"Oh Zura…" Tatsuma groans low into his ear. "Don't say things you're going to regret."

Tatsuma grips his waist and raises him slightly only to slam him back down onto his lap, bucking his hips to get as deep as possible. Zura yelps, digging his nails into Tatsuma's back, trying to hold onto him while his lower half gets used. The air feels too heavy for him to breathe and dark strands of hair plaster themselves onto the sides of his warm face. Tatsuma's low, gravelly groans sound in his ears as he fucks him. Over over again, the rhythm of skin slapping against each other keeps time for Zura's breathless moans. Zura goes limp in his arms, allowing Tatsuma to use him like his prettiest fleshlight.

Zura senses go hazy, being used like a doll. He falls back and Tatsuma yanks his hips towards him to keep them connected. Zura's top half hangs off the armchair, his head hovering just over an inch from the ground, his black locks pooling and spilling all over. Tatsuma holds his hips up and slowly leans over, letting Zura's head gently touch the floor. He lowers him until he can rest his head and shoulders on the floor with his bottom half still attached to him.

From below, Zura watches Tatsuma rise from the armchair, pulling out of his hole until only the head was still inside. His face is flushed from the blood rushing to his head in this position. He gazes wide-eyed at Tatsuma's cock sliding back inside, going all the way until its base. A shiver runs down Zura's spine and he can feel his thighs shake. He clasps a hand over his mouth to stifle a whimper and his eyes well up with tears.

Tatsuma closes his eyes and breathes in a long hiss, rolling his head back, feeling Zura's tight wetness around him. He exhales in a sigh, before looking down at Zura who's currently clenching around him, eager to continue. Tatsuma's eyes cast downward, admiring how unkempt Zura looked, wantonly gazing up at him. So desperate to get fucked, heavy tears threaten to spill down his face. It briefly crosses his mind, the thought of Zura's reputation being thoroughly tarnished if anyone else were to see him in this impure image. He'd be ruined, Tatsuma thinks, he'd have nowhere to go but to Tatsuma's lap.

A low chuckle rumbles in Tatsuma's throat and the corner of his mouth twists into a twisted smirk at the thought. Tatsuma smacks his hand across Zura's ass eliciting a surprised yelp. He slaps it again, hard enough to leave a red mark. Zura sobs, not being able to escape him, being pinned down by the cock impaling him.

Tatsuma pulls out slowly, stopping halfway before the thrusts back in, hard. He repeats the process, using his weight to slam deep into Zura's tight, slick hole. Zura whines beneath him, tears already spilling out. He covers his eyes, too embarrassed to see the vulgar display of his own body being wrecked by Tatsuma's hard cock.

"Zura..." Tatsuma growls, slipping his fingers under his stockings so he can dig his nails into the soft flesh of his thighs. "Can I keep you with me forever?"

The hand over Zura's eyes part slightly to peek up at Tatsuma. The blood rushing to his head, the gravity of his own weight pushing down on him and the force of Tatsuma's thrusts render him nearly incoherent. He can barely manage to whimper out a reply between his wet, hitched breaths. " .. Y-yes .. "

"Hm?" Tatsuma hums in question, stopping his thrusts to roll his hips deep into Zura. "What did you say? Couldn't hear you."

"Yes!" Zura cries, throwing his hands back to the ground as if to admit defeat. He grits his teeth, barely containing his messy weeping as he nods furiously from the ground. Desperate to have his answer heard, desperate to have Tatsuma move again.

To his dismay, Tatsuma pulls out completely, taking his legs and gently moving them so Zura can lay on his side. "Get back up here." he orders, gesturing back to the armchair.

Zura shakily lifts himself up from the floor and obediently climbs back onto the armchair. "Turn around." Tatsuma continues. "I want you from behind."

Zura obeys and kneels on the armchair's seat so his front can lean comfortably on the backboard. He gathers his hair to one side and pushes it over his shoulder, letting Tatsuma get a good look at his back, the nape of his neck peeking through. Zura looks back at him, his soft cheek pressing against his shoulder. His hands reach behind to grab his ass cheeks and he spreads them open. "Tatsuma…" he hisses through grit teeth.

Tatsuma narrows his eyes at the sight, running his tongue over his canines, his lips twisting into a smug smirk. "Desperate aren't we?" He probes, rubbing the head of his cock against Zura's quivering entrance.

Zura squeezes his eyes shut in frustration and backs himself onto Tatsuma's cock, forcing it in. "Yes!" He cries, throwing his head back onto Tatsuma's shoulder.

Tatsuma grunts in surprise, holding Zura down and curling into him on impulse. His eyebrows knit together and his nails dig into Zura's skin when he feels him grind his hips into his dick, aching for stimulation. Tatsuma hisses in, rolling his hips into Zura's and burying his face into his shoulder. He takes a beat to collect himself and a breathy laugh rises from his chest. He presses the side of his head against Zura's. "If you want me so bad, show me." He growls deep in his throat.

Zura mewls, shaping himself into Tatsuma's body, crashing his hips against him. He sways his hips, getting a feel of Tatsuma's hot cock hitting against his walls. His jaw drops open and his tongue hangs out, moaning as he lets go of all inhibitions to shamelessly fuck himself to satisfaction.

Zura's eyes roll upwards in pleasure as he slams himself down onto Tatsuma's cock. He grips onto the headboard to bounce himself up and down, indecently mewling between hitched breaths. He pants heavily, hanging his head in exhaustion letting his body move on its own, controlled by its own carnal need to be bred.

Tatsuma adjusts himself, resting one knee on the armchair's seat while one hand grips Zura's on the headboard to keep himself stable. He feels Zura's wet warmth squeezing and squelching around him as his lewd wailing rings in his ears.

Tatsuma grabs Zura's locks gathered at one side and yanks it back, eliciting a deliciously obscene wail. Zura's back arches backwards and Tatsuma dives in to sink his teeth into his exposed nape. Zura whimpers, sensing his hot tongue flickering onto his skin and the graze of his teeth that will surely leave him with dark red marks.

Tatsuma yanks his hair downwards, forcing him down as he thrusts upwards to get as deep inside of him as possible. Zura screams Tatsuma's name, reaching one hand back to claw at him, gripping his hair and digging his nails into his nape.

Tatsuma uses his shoulders to push Zura against the backboard, pinning him down at his back, earning a needy whimper. "You're so good for me." He praises, murmuring into his ear. His tongue curls around his earlobe and he bites lightly, his hot breath hitting against sensitive skin. The sensation shoots down Zura's spine and he shivers against him, begging for more.

Tatsuma holds Zura's hips against the armchair so he can pull out of him before lifting himself off. "Turn around." He orders, not even letting Zura respond before flipping him over. Zura drops down onto the seat and Tatsuma pushes his thighs apart before grabbing him by his waist and yanking him forward. Zura goes limp in shock at being manipulated like a ragdoll. He can't even squeak out Tatsuma's name before Tatsuma rams his cock into Zura's hole deeply, forcefully, while holding his thighs down to fuck him in a full mating press.

Zura's eyes roll upwards and his mouth hangs open letting a loud, impure wail shake the room. Something unravels in Zura's mind when he's thrust into this deeply. Tatsuma's cock hits a sensitive spot a little too well and Zura can only see stars.

Tatsuma continues to slam into Zura, hard and fast, pushing him deeper into the cushions, squeezing out his choked, vulgar, whining. Tatsuma pants heavily, groaning and growling into Zura's hot body, rosy with heat and glistening with sweat against him. Zura raises his shaky hands above him to reach for Tatsuma's back, dragging his nails up to his broad shoulders as he's being ruthlessly bred.

The corners of Zura's wet, open mouth curl up into a smile and his expression melts into pure bliss. His whines and wails tune themselves into mewls and cries of pleasure. His eyes gloss over into hearts and a mixture of the tears running down his cheeks and drool dribbles down his chin. His hands fall from Tatsuma's shoulders and he palms his own chest squeezing and playing with his own nipples.

Zura can feel himself reach his limit. All he knows and feels is pleasure from being used as Tatsuma's cocksleeve. All he hears is Tatsuma's gruff grunting and the sound of their sweat soaked skin slapping against each other. The electricity that's been shooting up and down his spine has sent his mind into overdrive. His thoughts explode like fireworks, unable to keep themselves together before coming spectacularly undone at each feverish thrust. His mind clouds with suffocating pleasure, he feels himself seep into a cock-induced drug-like high. A small ripple of giggles bubbles from his chest. Tatsuma grabs him by his waist pulling him into a particularly violent thrust causing it all to spill out, Zura erupting into full uncontained euphoria.

Zura's crazed laughter in between sharp gasps at each thrust further unravels him. His body writhes and twists under Tatsuma, subconsciously trying to find any traces of control left, but Tatsuma's hands are firm in holding him down. Tatsuma takes it as a challenge to fully break him and aggressively drives into him, fucking him into the seat and pushing the armchair back. The armchair backs in, little by little scratching the floor with each brutal move into Zura's abused hole.

Zura continues to struggle, failing to kick or push Tatsuma away until finally, his laughter morphs into hysterical sobbing. He covers his face wailing pathetically at each time he's impaled until he gives in again. He wraps his legs around Tatsuma's waist screaming his name as white strands of cum splatter on the both of them, hitting their chests and faces.

Tatsuma stops abruptly for a second to look down at Zura who'd become a pitiful mess under him. A drop of his cum had landed at the corner or his mouth and he licked it off before diving into Zura's open mouth. Zura whimpers at Tatsuma's tongue crashing against his own, cum and drool mixing with each other running down his throat. Tatsuma's breath forces its way down his lungs and his teeth sink into his lips hard enough that Zura can taste iron.

A trail of drool follows Tatsuma's mouth when he pulls away and Zura tries to reach out to his face. Tatsuma avoids his hand and hoists Zura's ankles onto his shoulders.

He's not done yet.

Zura tiredly tries to stutter Tatsuma's name before he gets driven into again just as harshly as he did before. He throws his head back, arching away from Tatsuma but it's no use. Tatsuma pins him down with his own legs and continues to ruthlessly pound into him, threatening to break the body of the armchair along with Zura's own just to quell his own desires. Zura haplessly scratches up at Tatsuma's chest, begging for him to stop, his words jumbled up with pure gibberish from being already fucked to exhaustion. Tatsuma grabs his wrists and pulls them towards him, crossing them over to stop any more interruptions.

"What's wrong!?" Tatsuma interrogates, narrowing his eyes at him, his tone significantly more vile. "You told me to do whatever I wanted, didn't you?"

Zura feels like he's going to get torn apart by him. He can't even come up with a response, much less a course of action to get him off. His tongue is limp and his jaw is slack. Any words that try to escape come out as garbled, drunken nonsense as he's forced to ride out his orgasm longer with Tatsuma's cock still wrecking his insides.

The air gets too heavy for Zura and he's starting to lose feeling in his bottom half from the over stimulation. His vision starts to go blurry and he's on the verge of blacking out when Tatsuma finally bursts inside of him. Tatsuma comes with a gruff roar, holding Zura's hips against his own. His cock pumps hot, sticky semen into Zura's ass, thoroughly filling him up.

Tatsuma hovers above Zura. Sweat drips down off his jaw on Zura's chest. Tatsuma slowly pulls out of him, letting his cum drip out before his legs give in and he collapses onto his knees. Zura's legs fall on either of his sides and Tatsuma rests his head on Zura's heaving chest.

Tatsuma listens to Zura's pounding heartbeat and the rhythm of the air rushing in and out of his lungs lulls him as he blacks out.

When Tatsuma comes to again, he feels Zura's slender fingers gently comb through his hair. Tatsuma creaks his bones, lifting his head to face Zura. Zura was beaming up at him, his delicate features flushed and clearly spent. His hair was wild, swarming all over the cushions and his dewy eyelashes seemed to glitter when the corners of his eyes crinkled into a wide smile.

It was almost like a scene out of a dream, Tatsuma thought. His head started to get very heavy again and he dropped back down onto Zura's warm chest. He felt Zura's arms wrap around his neck, one hand creeping into his hair and the other climbing down his back. He feels Zura breathe in deeply, his arms tightening around him when he exhales. Tatsuma feels himself shrink into his arms.

"I love you." Tatsuma murmurs against his skin.

Tatsuma feels a small tremor in Zura's chest when he chuckles. He feels a hand brush his hair away from his forehead and a chaste kiss placed on it. "I love you." He hears Zura coo.

Tatsuma slips his arms under Zura's waist, wrapping them around him. Zura breathes in, adjusting to them and nuzzles his face into Tatsuma's fluffy hair.

"Promise?" Tatsuma starts. Zura hums in question. Tatsuma raises his head to face him again. "That I can keep you forever?" He elaborates, referring to the promise he'd made Zura make earlier.

A soft laugh trickles out of Zura's smile. He curls in to give Tatsuma a quick peck. Tatsuma follows him down and nuzzles into the crook of Zura's neck. He breathes in Zura's scent from where his neck and shoulder connect, lazily scattering small kisses over his skin.

Zura tilts his head to give him more space, closing his eyes and breathing in as Tatsuma trails kisses up his neck. "Yes." He breathes, carding his fingers through Tatsuma's hair. "I promise."

"Can you promise me another thing?" Tatsuma mutters against his shoulder.

Zura pauses playing with his hair to let him continue.

"The next time you want to surprise me by looking this sexy, can you do it on the bed?" Tatsuma asks, lifting himself up to hover above Zura's face. "I'm an old man baby, my knees hurt" he groans.

Zura laughs, feeling less guilty than he should at hearing that. He pulls Tatsuma in for a full, proper kiss. "I promise."

#sakazura #Sakamoto Tatsuma #Katsura Kotarou #Gintama #Gintama fic #Hoffman writes shit #R18 fic

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