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Ritsuka/Soubi tail porn
Title: Ground Rules
Pairing: Ritsuka/Soubi
Warnings: tail!porn, mild bondage
Words: 775
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Ritsuka would keep his clothes on.
Soubi, wrists bound behind his back, legs spread over Ritsuka's face, bobbed his head up and down the boy's length. He shuddered as Ritsuka's hands clenched at his hips; he could feel Ritsuka's hard length pressing against his chest, hard and slightly damp through his briefs. At Ritsuka's urging, he spread his legs further, and Ritsuka leaned up and took a short, tentative lick at his hole.
Soubi shuddered, and increased his pace. The hair on Ritsuka's tail was soaked through, and it was easier now than it had been at the beginning-- while the coarse hair rubbed awkwardly against his lips, and tickled his tongue, the slickness of the fur stopped his mouth from drying out so quickly.
Soubi could not use his hands.
The Sacrifice's hands danced quickly along his spread legs, before scratching lightly at the overly-sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Soubi moaned, pressing his chest down onto Ritsuka's erection. The sharp angle strained his balance, and he leaned his forehead against Ritsuka's hip to keep steady. The boy started thrusting up into him, the sharp angle of his hip pressing gently against Soubi's left nipple. He shivered.
He couldn't get the boy's tail as far down his throat as he'd have liked-- his gag reflex, despite his attempts, always reacted to the sensation of fur brushing against it. He was careful to avoid going too far-- Ritsuka didn't like the sensation of his fur rubbing the wrong way.
Nothing that would take away his ears.
The Sacrifice's tongue was tracing around the rim of his entrance, spiraling inwards to plunge his tongue inside the blond. He was nervous, and didn't go too far-- Soubi's sphincter spasmed at the gentle attention.
Ritsuka tongue left his ass, and licked up towards the top of his crack. "Up a bit, Soubi," he murmured against the blond's skin.
Soubi, sucking to keep Ritsuka's tail in his mouth, drew himself up. His legs quivered at the strain of keeping himself from collapsing onto the boy he hovered over.
And he would decide the pace.
Soubi eyes widened as the boy reached into his briefs and stroked his own length. He was forced to bite gently to keep the tail in his mouth, entranced as he was by the sight of Ritsuka's hand slipping up and down his length. The boy's cock-head was just visible every few strokes, poking out of briefs, and Soubi's mouth flooded with spit as he pictured that length in his mouth instead of the Sacrifice's tail. As though sensing the thought, the tail in his mouth started thrusting.
Ritsuka had kept his tail still, before-- now, with the its motions mirroring the rhythm of the boy's hand, Soubi was hard pressed to not thrust his hips to match it.
But that wasn't allowed.
Soubi would come first, or not at all.
When Ritsuka's tongue resumed its probing, Soubi stiffened, his arousal sky-rocketing as he tried to split his attention between the sensation in his mouth and ass, and the equally riveting sight of Ritsuka jerking himself off. When drew away from his ass, and his hand suddenly gripped around his Fighter's length, Soubi froze. His throat worked desperately, trying to swallow around the tail.
One quick stroke, two--
And he was coming, collapsing.
After a moment, he recovered enough to roll to the side. The Sacrifice's hand, sticky with his own come, weaved itself through his hair. Ritsuka's breath was rasping out of his chest, but he resumed stroking himself as Soubi started sucking on the tail still hanging out of his mouth. The boy twitched as Soubi sucked harder, and his pace started to accelerate.
A few strokes later, his rhythm started disintegrating, his other hand twisted Soubi's hair-- and before Soubi could do more than lean forward to press against him, Ritsuka was coming.
Soubi watched the boy's cock twitch within his grip, watched it spurt out stream after stream of hot come over over his hand. When Ritsuka's hand withdrew, the sight of his softening length distracted him enough that the boy's touch to his chin surprised him.
His Sacrifice wiped away a trail of spit leaking from his mouth, and gently withdrew his tail from the blond's mouth, trailing his fingers across slightly-swollen lips as Soubi closed his mouth.
"Next time," Ritsuka said, staring at his Fighter, "I won't tie your hands. But you still won't be allowed to use them."
Watching raptly as Ritsuka wiped gingerly at his sopping tail, Soubi wondered idly how scandalized his Sacrifice would be if he asked to clean the boy up with his tongue.
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Pairing: Ritsuka/Soubi
Warnings: tail!porn, mild bondage
Words: 775
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Ritsuka would keep his clothes on.
Soubi, wrists bound behind his back, legs spread over Ritsuka's face, bobbed his head up and down the boy's length. He shuddered as Ritsuka's hands clenched at his hips; he could feel Ritsuka's hard length pressing against his chest, hard and slightly damp through his briefs. At Ritsuka's urging, he spread his legs further, and Ritsuka leaned up and took a short, tentative lick at his hole.
Soubi shuddered, and increased his pace. The hair on Ritsuka's tail was soaked through, and it was easier now than it had been at the beginning-- while the coarse hair rubbed awkwardly against his lips, and tickled his tongue, the slickness of the fur stopped his mouth from drying out so quickly.
Soubi could not use his hands.
The Sacrifice's hands danced quickly along his spread legs, before scratching lightly at the overly-sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Soubi moaned, pressing his chest down onto Ritsuka's erection. The sharp angle strained his balance, and he leaned his forehead against Ritsuka's hip to keep steady. The boy started thrusting up into him, the sharp angle of his hip pressing gently against Soubi's left nipple. He shivered.
He couldn't get the boy's tail as far down his throat as he'd have liked-- his gag reflex, despite his attempts, always reacted to the sensation of fur brushing against it. He was careful to avoid going too far-- Ritsuka didn't like the sensation of his fur rubbing the wrong way.
Nothing that would take away his ears.
The Sacrifice's tongue was tracing around the rim of his entrance, spiraling inwards to plunge his tongue inside the blond. He was nervous, and didn't go too far-- Soubi's sphincter spasmed at the gentle attention.
Ritsuka tongue left his ass, and licked up towards the top of his crack. "Up a bit, Soubi," he murmured against the blond's skin.
Soubi, sucking to keep Ritsuka's tail in his mouth, drew himself up. His legs quivered at the strain of keeping himself from collapsing onto the boy he hovered over.
And he would decide the pace.
Soubi eyes widened as the boy reached into his briefs and stroked his own length. He was forced to bite gently to keep the tail in his mouth, entranced as he was by the sight of Ritsuka's hand slipping up and down his length. The boy's cock-head was just visible every few strokes, poking out of briefs, and Soubi's mouth flooded with spit as he pictured that length in his mouth instead of the Sacrifice's tail. As though sensing the thought, the tail in his mouth started thrusting.
Ritsuka had kept his tail still, before-- now, with the its motions mirroring the rhythm of the boy's hand, Soubi was hard pressed to not thrust his hips to match it.
But that wasn't allowed.
Soubi would come first, or not at all.
When Ritsuka's tongue resumed its probing, Soubi stiffened, his arousal sky-rocketing as he tried to split his attention between the sensation in his mouth and ass, and the equally riveting sight of Ritsuka jerking himself off. When drew away from his ass, and his hand suddenly gripped around his Fighter's length, Soubi froze. His throat worked desperately, trying to swallow around the tail.
One quick stroke, two--
And he was coming, collapsing.
After a moment, he recovered enough to roll to the side. The Sacrifice's hand, sticky with his own come, weaved itself through his hair. Ritsuka's breath was rasping out of his chest, but he resumed stroking himself as Soubi started sucking on the tail still hanging out of his mouth. The boy twitched as Soubi sucked harder, and his pace started to accelerate.
A few strokes later, his rhythm started disintegrating, his other hand twisted Soubi's hair-- and before Soubi could do more than lean forward to press against him, Ritsuka was coming.
Soubi watched the boy's cock twitch within his grip, watched it spurt out stream after stream of hot come over over his hand. When Ritsuka's hand withdrew, the sight of his softening length distracted him enough that the boy's touch to his chin surprised him.
His Sacrifice wiped away a trail of spit leaking from his mouth, and gently withdrew his tail from the blond's mouth, trailing his fingers across slightly-swollen lips as Soubi closed his mouth.
"Next time," Ritsuka said, staring at his Fighter, "I won't tie your hands. But you still won't be allowed to use them."
Watching raptly as Ritsuka wiped gingerly at his sopping tail, Soubi wondered idly how scandalized his Sacrifice would be if he asked to clean the boy up with his tongue.
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