[TST] Random Porn is a go!
The hilarious thing was that this was supposed to be for the Trick or Treat meme, but well.
Adachi wasn't too sure how this happened - one moment they were out drinking, and in another they were tangled together on the bed with limbs and tongue twisting around each other, shirts being pulled and tugged out without remorse or restraint. By now while usually he should have been on the top with an entirely powerless swordsman below him, instead the detective found himself with his back against the mattress, gasping quietly as lips and teeth gained purchase on his neck. He really doesn't remember how he ended up on the mattress instead; it could have been the copious amount of alcohol he had been taking earlier, or it could have been him missing the sock gap, or maybe because he forgot how to take him down like he usually did. Whatever the case, it was a fact that he was now on the bottom - but he didn't mind too much this time; at least, not while his neck was being worked on so enthusiastically.
"Y-You're fast today... Hijikata-san," the detective managed out, though his voice soon trailed off into a groan as the man ran his tongue down over the side of his neck. Even from here he could smell the alcohol-tinted breath, and the way the other was pinning him down and necking him without restraint unlike how he was always was quite the indication that the officer wasn't quite himself.
Hijikata didn't respond, but instead trailed his lips up from the other's neck and across his jaw, planting open-mouth kisses as a calloused hand ran down his side and played with the hem of his pants, fingers boldly hooking at the edges and tugging on them. His other hand soon followed, but then trailed to the front and fingered the bulge that was starting to become evident on the front of his pants, and Adachi could only groan as the other stoked him through the cloth, feeling himself turning harder with every stroke - this was certainly the first time he had seen his childhood friend being so... bold, but fuck if that wasn't a bit of a turn on.
Continuing to distract Adachi with his stroking, the boatswain used his other hand to begin unbuttoning the other's pants - it took a bit due to the fact that his coordination was pretty sloshed and he was far too aroused himself to get his mind in order, but he eventually managed to after a while. He moved up from the jaw after that to claim the other's lips in a rough, part-alcohol-part-needy kiss, hand delving into his now unbuttoned pants and reached out for the prize within, fingers curling tightly around his cock. The sudden heat made the detective groan into the kiss, and Hijikata could only moan back in return as he deepened the kiss, tongue darting out to tangle with his.
Sparks flew before his eyes as Hijikata started to stroke him proper, fingers and hand clumsily grabbing and pulling and tugging with the obvious lack of experience and too much alcohol in his system. Adachi didn't mind though, and if anything only found himself more turned on and buckled into that hand. His arms went around his shoulders and digging nails into his back while moaning still, breaking apart for needed air before shifting his head to kiss and lick down and across the shell of the boatswain's ear. Hijikata grunted wordlessly, incomprehensible sounds escaping him as he stopped stroking abruptly and shifted so that one arm was up supporting him while the other hand probed at his entrance, fingers slicked with precum and saliva.
There was no warning (not that the swordsman would give one even when sober) before the samurai started to wriggle his finger into the other roughly, pushing through the tight ring of muscle and stretching him out from within while he kissed him once again. Soon one finger became two, and then three, and after that it was just decided that Adachi was ready enough to take what was coming. No time was wasted as Hijikata pulled out his fingers, undid his own pants (after more fumbling - his hands were shaking and the alcohol wasn't helping) and used nothing but his own spit and precum too before he entered the other roughly, groaning loudly as the heat of the man beneath him enveloped him whole and caused his mind to short-circuit momentarily. To Adachi's credit, he did well not to let the pain make itself evident, instead focusing the other's cock within him, feeling it getting deeper and deeper with every thrust, closer and closer towards that one spot--
He cried out a wordless cry of pleasure to moment his prostrate was hit, body tensing as his body was overcome with the intense jolt of pleasure that ran through his nerves. His fingers dragged down his back, nails raking across the swordsman's skin and leaving red marks in their wake. Everything was getting hot - hotter and hotter and sweat ran down his forehead and neck and shoulders and his shirt was utterly drenched with it. But it was a small price to pay for the pleasure that was building up within him, spiralling ever upwards without pause as Hijikata pounded into him faster and quicker, his breaths heavy and fast and even in this state it was clear that the man wasn't going to last any longer.
Just as he thought that, he felt the other freezing entirely within him, voice dying partway in this throat as he felt himself being filled with more than just the other's cock. In that rush came the rush of his own release as well. Eyes rolled to the back of his head as pleasure brought him over the edge, and Adachi felt himself relaxing entirely as the tension flooding in his body suddenly rushed away like water gushing out from a broken dam. He came hard and fast, splattering semen over cloth and skin before his mind abruptly decided to stop working altogether.
Hijikata immediately slumped over once he was done, slipping out from him as he did so and landing onto the mattress in a boneless pile. There were no tender post-orgasm moments, none of that sweet afterglow crap - it was just the alcohol and the heat of the moment, plus the fufillment of each other's sexual desires. Still, Adachi sighed as he rolled around to face the now knocked-out boatswain, a strange smile-smirk tugging across his lips as he watched the younger man snoring quietly in front of him.
He should really take Hijikata out for drinks more often when he had the chance. And then maybe they could try out that coleslaw salad he had been eyeing for a while...
Adachi wasn't too sure how this happened - one moment they were out drinking, and in another they were tangled together on the bed with limbs and tongue twisting around each other, shirts being pulled and tugged out without remorse or restraint. By now while usually he should have been on the top with an entirely powerless swordsman below him, instead the detective found himself with his back against the mattress, gasping quietly as lips and teeth gained purchase on his neck. He really doesn't remember how he ended up on the mattress instead; it could have been the copious amount of alcohol he had been taking earlier, or it could have been him missing the sock gap, or maybe because he forgot how to take him down like he usually did. Whatever the case, it was a fact that he was now on the bottom - but he didn't mind too much this time; at least, not while his neck was being worked on so enthusiastically.
"Y-You're fast today... Hijikata-san," the detective managed out, though his voice soon trailed off into a groan as the man ran his tongue down over the side of his neck. Even from here he could smell the alcohol-tinted breath, and the way the other was pinning him down and necking him without restraint unlike how he was always was quite the indication that the officer wasn't quite himself.
Hijikata didn't respond, but instead trailed his lips up from the other's neck and across his jaw, planting open-mouth kisses as a calloused hand ran down his side and played with the hem of his pants, fingers boldly hooking at the edges and tugging on them. His other hand soon followed, but then trailed to the front and fingered the bulge that was starting to become evident on the front of his pants, and Adachi could only groan as the other stoked him through the cloth, feeling himself turning harder with every stroke - this was certainly the first time he had seen his childhood friend being so... bold, but fuck if that wasn't a bit of a turn on.
Continuing to distract Adachi with his stroking, the boatswain used his other hand to begin unbuttoning the other's pants - it took a bit due to the fact that his coordination was pretty sloshed and he was far too aroused himself to get his mind in order, but he eventually managed to after a while. He moved up from the jaw after that to claim the other's lips in a rough, part-alcohol-part-needy kiss, hand delving into his now unbuttoned pants and reached out for the prize within, fingers curling tightly around his cock. The sudden heat made the detective groan into the kiss, and Hijikata could only moan back in return as he deepened the kiss, tongue darting out to tangle with his.
Sparks flew before his eyes as Hijikata started to stroke him proper, fingers and hand clumsily grabbing and pulling and tugging with the obvious lack of experience and too much alcohol in his system. Adachi didn't mind though, and if anything only found himself more turned on and buckled into that hand. His arms went around his shoulders and digging nails into his back while moaning still, breaking apart for needed air before shifting his head to kiss and lick down and across the shell of the boatswain's ear. Hijikata grunted wordlessly, incomprehensible sounds escaping him as he stopped stroking abruptly and shifted so that one arm was up supporting him while the other hand probed at his entrance, fingers slicked with precum and saliva.
There was no warning (not that the swordsman would give one even when sober) before the samurai started to wriggle his finger into the other roughly, pushing through the tight ring of muscle and stretching him out from within while he kissed him once again. Soon one finger became two, and then three, and after that it was just decided that Adachi was ready enough to take what was coming. No time was wasted as Hijikata pulled out his fingers, undid his own pants (after more fumbling - his hands were shaking and the alcohol wasn't helping) and used nothing but his own spit and precum too before he entered the other roughly, groaning loudly as the heat of the man beneath him enveloped him whole and caused his mind to short-circuit momentarily. To Adachi's credit, he did well not to let the pain make itself evident, instead focusing the other's cock within him, feeling it getting deeper and deeper with every thrust, closer and closer towards that one spot--
He cried out a wordless cry of pleasure to moment his prostrate was hit, body tensing as his body was overcome with the intense jolt of pleasure that ran through his nerves. His fingers dragged down his back, nails raking across the swordsman's skin and leaving red marks in their wake. Everything was getting hot - hotter and hotter and sweat ran down his forehead and neck and shoulders and his shirt was utterly drenched with it. But it was a small price to pay for the pleasure that was building up within him, spiralling ever upwards without pause as Hijikata pounded into him faster and quicker, his breaths heavy and fast and even in this state it was clear that the man wasn't going to last any longer.
Just as he thought that, he felt the other freezing entirely within him, voice dying partway in this throat as he felt himself being filled with more than just the other's cock. In that rush came the rush of his own release as well. Eyes rolled to the back of his head as pleasure brought him over the edge, and Adachi felt himself relaxing entirely as the tension flooding in his body suddenly rushed away like water gushing out from a broken dam. He came hard and fast, splattering semen over cloth and skin before his mind abruptly decided to stop working altogether.
Hijikata immediately slumped over once he was done, slipping out from him as he did so and landing onto the mattress in a boneless pile. There were no tender post-orgasm moments, none of that sweet afterglow crap - it was just the alcohol and the heat of the moment, plus the fufillment of each other's sexual desires. Still, Adachi sighed as he rolled around to face the now knocked-out boatswain, a strange smile-smirk tugging across his lips as he watched the younger man snoring quietly in front of him.
He should really take Hijikata out for drinks more often when he had the chance. And then maybe they could try out that coleslaw salad he had been eyeing for a while...