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He smiled warmly at her, softly speaking her name as he slowly took the bowl from Tsuki's hand, setting it aside as he leaned down to her. Tsuki reached a hand to his chest and he hesitated for a moment before inching himself closer. Tsuki felt a rush of excitement through her body as she shyly leaned up to Dokugakuji, brushing her lips against his. Dokugakuji sighed softly, bringing a hand up and gently cradling the back of Tsuki's head as he brought her in for a kiss. Tsuki melted against him, readjusting herself as she melted into the kiss. |
Dokugakuji's arm dropped from around her shoulder to her waist, dropping the blanket as he scooped her into his lap. Tsuki gasped, breaking the kiss as she braced her hands on his shoulders as she sat with one leg on either side of the demon. She looked down at him, eyes heavy with lust as she reached up to her brooch and unclasped it, her cloak falling from her shoulders. Dokugakuji's heated breath puffed over her tanned skin as he brought his lips to her exposed collarbone. |
Tsuki ran her fingers through his hair as his lips trailed over her collarbone and up her neck before meeting her lips once more. Dokugakuji rested one hand on her lower back, pulling her in close while the other traveled up her back. Tsuki gasped, cupping the sides of Dokugakuji's face and whispered his name before leaning into another heated kiss. Dokugakuji's chest rumbled against her as he moaned against her lips. Tsuki felt Dokugakuji's arousal under her and she rolled her hips against him before wrapping her arms around him. |
The thin material of their clothing left no room to the imagination as she continued her minimal actions, her breath speeding up and her own arousal becoming apparent. Dokugakuji growled against her, the kiss getting a bit more aggressive as he held onto her tightly, feet planted as he lightly lifted his hips up against her. Tsuki's heart raced faster as she pulled at the collar of his jacket, moaning his name softly. She undid the top clasps of his jacket just enough for her to snake a hand in, her nails tickling at taunt muscle as he shuddered under her. |
Dokugakuji moved both hands to Tsuki's hips, moving her over him as they both moaned in pleasure. Tsuki broke the kiss once more, one hand gently tracing the firm features of his face with her other hand still tucked deep inside his jacket, over naked flesh. Tsuki breathed out his name, moving with him as she continued to rotate her hips over him. She was overwhelmed with her desire and need for him, the pleasure becoming too much as her breathing sped up. She called out for him again, his name dripping with lust from her lips as he leaned in to her neck and she held him close, calling out to him again. |
"Doku-" Tsuki mumbled his name, her eyes snapping open as her body immediately sat her upright. Her mouth was dry and her body lightly trembled with residual desire from her dream. The faint sensation of Dokugakuji's body against hers lingered even though he was gone. The cool night air lapped at the thin layer of sweat that beaded her forehead as Tsuki assessed her surroundings. Her heart pounded loudly in her head, feeling lightheaded as she saw the backs of two silhouettes sitting on thick tree logs, Homura sat on the far side of the campfire staring right at her. |
Tsuki gulped hard as she came back to her senses, the pleasurable sensations now being replaced with a void and cold emptiness like she had cheated on her lover. "Goku," a gravelly voice chuckled before the figure looked at her over his shoulder, "you dreaming about that monkey?" Tsuki shot a glare up at Xenon, she could feel the deep blush on her face, hoping the flames from the campfire didn't bring too much attention to her lust and embarrassment. |
Shien turned to her with a look of concern. "Are you all right, my dear? You were restless for quite some time." "Restless," Xenon scoffed, "sounded like she was having a good time. Not thinking of making Goku your lover, are you?" "Xenon," Homura firmly called out, "that's enough." "Hey man, it's just a joke." |
"Made in poor taste," Shien chimed before sipping at what she could only assume was a cup of his favorite tea. Tsuki rose to her feet, her legs a bit shaky as she tightly hugged her cloak around her body. "Of course, if I did make him my lover, if I asked him to, I'm sure the Great Sage would have no problem stripping the skin from your bones and leaving you a delightfully bloody mess." |
Before giving him a chance to respond, Tsuki took her leave into the woods to calm herself. Xenon stared at her in stunned silence, sighing to himself as he scratched the back of his head. Once alone in the woods, Tsuki peeked at her outfit under her cloak. It was more conservative than the one in her dream, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She wrapped herself up again and began to analyze what the dream could've possibly meant. |
Did she actually have feelings for that demon? No, he just keeps showing up and interfering with their mission. Not to mention their first encounter was just embarrassing and humiliating. The whole ordeal bothered her, so this was her brain's way of trying to cope with the unfortunate acquaintanceship they had. Yes, that had to be it. She delicately brought a hand up to her lips, the sensation of Dokugakuji kissing her with such passion remained. She stared down at her hand, still feeling a lingering warmth of his body under her palm. |
Tsuki shook her head. "No," she reaffirmed to herself, balling her hand into a fist, "it was just a dream. None of that was real, it doesn't mean anything. I have to remain focused on the mission." "Tsuki," a calm voice carefully called out. Tsuki looked over her shoulder to see Homura. Her heart sank a bit further, but she also felt comfort in the fact that he followed her. |
"Are you all right?" Tsuki inhaled deeply before giving a short nod. "I'm fine. It was just a dream." Homura raised a brow at her before he approached her. He wrapped his arms around Tsuki and held her close, his oversized jacket draping over her. Tsuki's heart began pounding hard again. "You know you can come to me about anything, my dear Tsuki," he comforted in a low voice. Her eyes began to well up a bit, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. |
She wrapped her arms around Homura and nodded against his chest, her eyes closing as she stood there in his arms. Homura tightened his embrace around Tsuki, and she sighed against him. "Yes," she thought, "this is where my heart truly lies, right here with the man I love." |
Genre: games |
Chapter 1 |
Trucy was at school, and Apollo had no clue what had suddenly overcome Phoenix. They were merely sitting on the couch, watching television, and generally hanging out on a slow day. Maybe Phoenix had been alone for too long, maybe he was really attracted to Apollo, or maybe he was just curious. |
Whatever the cause was, Apollo found himself draped over Phoenix's lap, the older man kissing him with incredible fervor and undressing him at the same time. Apollo was confused due to the circumstances – this was Phoenix Wright, after all – but it wasn't like he was a virgin or anything. He'd had two girlfriends before, and there was that one time when he worked at Gavin Law Offices. |
"Ack!" Apollo fell not-so-gently to the floor, landing on his hands and knees. Phoenix had managed to get him naked, it seemed, even though Apollo hadn't helped at all – or maybe he had, admittedly, he was sort of caught up in the moment, what with Phoenix kissing him the way he was. He wore not a stitch of clothing, save his bracelet. |
He glanced behind him when he heard the rustling. Phoenix's hat had been discarded, and he was currently removing his hoodie. Apollo gulped; the older man was seriously going to go through with this, then. Not that Apollo minded – sure, Phoenix was pretty scruffy and hobo-like, but he was still attractive. And though Apollo was only with one man before, it hadn't been a bad experience. The sex was a little one-sided with Kristoph, but Apollo still felt good in the long run. |
Apollo jerked as Phoenix kissed a path down his spine, tongue lolling from side to side. Okay, so no one did that before, especially not someone with such a whiskery face. Apollo heard himself moan when Phoenix reached the base of his spine, nipping at the flesh of his lower back. Phoenix's hands were on him, stroking his stiff cock and rolling his balls in his palm. |
"Mr. Wright..." He was at a loss for words. Phoenix didn't look like much of a sex talker, anyway, which Apollo was grateful for. Just moan, breathe, encourage once in a while. |
"What are you...? Mr. Wri...ohh!" The hot tongue lapping at his entrance definitely was not expected. Apollo sure as hell never considered a move like that would come into play during any of his sexual agendas. |
Apollo arched his back, ass up high. Phoenix's whiskers lightly scratched him, but the tongue circling his anus felt so damn good. Apollo's arms were quivering; he was breathing hard, squeezing his eyes shut as Phoenix drove his tongue inside him. He wondered if he could come just from this. |
Then fingers replaced the tongue. Phoenix chuckled. "Maybe I should've warned you." Apollo managed an "mmn." "I don't really have proper lube," Phoenix said. "It's... been awhile." "'s okay..." Slipping his pants down just enough to free his erection, Phoenix knelt in front of Apollo. "Suck it for a bit, okay?" Apollo swallowed before apprehensively taking Phoenix's cock into his mouth. He couldn't take in much, as he was a total amateur when it came to this, but Phoenix cradled the back of his head in his hand, looking down at him, hips flexing in encouragement. |
"You can use your tongue, you know." Well, duh. But Phoenix's tone wasn't condescending, merely guiding. After a while, Phoenix pulled away. "I think that's enough." Apollo licked his lips as the older man positioned himself behind him, his inner voice telling him to relax. And then Phoenix was inching inside him, gripping his hips to keep him in place. Apollo breathed through his mouth, moaning; the intrusion burned, but it would get better, he knew Phoenix would make it better. Still, it hurt. |
"You feel nice, Apollo." He picked up the arousal in Phoenix's voice right away, almost thanking him for the compliment. It was funny, though – Phoenix never asked if he was the first man Apollo had slept with. Apollo wondered if Kristoph had told him – they had been friends and all. Or if Phoenix figured he wasn't since Apollo was being so compliant. Maybe he just didn't care. |
Phoenix thrust slowly, experimentally, and asked, "Ready?" Apollo nodded. Phoenix started at a slow pace, which Apollo appreciated. He was still adjusting, but the pain was quickly subsiding with every thrust. It wasn't long until Phoenix began pounding into him, leaving Apollo crying out with his fingers clawed into the carpet beneath them. Phoenix's cock lunged into his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through Apollo's entire body. He was hard-pressed to keep his Chords of Steel under control. |
"Talk dirty for me, Apollo," Phoenix panted. "Don't hold back." "M-Mr. Wright, I..." "Call me Phoenix. Or Daddy," the older man joked, gripping Apollo's hips and fucking him hard. "Ph-Phoe...ah!" Apollo's arms were shaking, trying to hold himself up as Phoenix thrust into him so deep it nearly threw him off balance. Phoenix told him to talk dirty – something he had no experience with. At all. Even thinking about it made him feel silly. |
"Do it, Apollo." He didn't feel like it; it was so awkward, but Phoenix's husky voice and soft command were hard to disobey. "A-ah! Mr. Daddy! Oh!... Th-that's right, Daddy! Use the ass! Love the ass!" Apollo hoped his dirty-talking was what Phoenix was looking for – he didn't know what else to say. "Fuck me" seemed so cliché and lame. |
Suddenly, he felt Phoenix's pace slow, then stop altogether. Apollo froze up. Was he laughing?! Apollo's face turned a deep scarlet. Yeah, apparently, he said the wrong thing. It didn't sound sexy to him, either, but he was never asked to do that before! |
"I... Mr. Wr...Phoenix, I'm not really... um, w-with the dirty talk..." "Yeah, I noticed." Phoenix was still laughing. Yeah, so Apollo had said something really dumb. In all fairness, it was Phoenix's fault. |
Apollo shivered as Phoenix pressed into his back, talking close to his ear. "But that's what makes you so cute." "I'm not cute...mnh!" He felt somewhat lucky that his poor attempt at "dirty talk" hadn't turned Phoenix off completely. The older man was still rock hard, and so was he. |
Face pressed against Apollo's shoulder blades, Phoenix said, "It's alright. I can live without lines like that." Apollo lowered his face to the floor as Phoenix began to fuck him again, both of their slick bodies arching to meet each other. The scratching at his back felt strangely erotic. Phoenix was panting above him, one arm clamped around Apollo's waist to hold him in place. |
"I'm gonna come," Apollo moaned, "Mr. Wright..." "Phoenix." "Phoenix!" Quickly, Apollo fisted his cock, muscles tightening. He shook and released, semen spurting from his cock and onto the yellow carpet. Phoenix palmed his forehead and pulled him back to kiss Apollo over his shoulder. Apollo sucked on Phoenix's tongue, one hand tangling into Phoenix's spiked hair. |
Phoenix's rhythm broke. He pulled away and bit Apollo's shoulder as he came inside the younger man. The feeling was new to Apollo, so slick and wet with Phoenix's cum; it was almost too slippery, and he wasn't too sure how much he liked feeling the semen slowly leaking down his thigh when Phoenix pulled out, but damn if he wasn't utterly sated. |
Apollo was still on all fours, recovering. His mind was spinning – he'd just had sex with Phoenix Wright. How, exactly, had he managed to sleep with yet another one of his mentors? |
Phoenix rubbed his back affectionately. "You're pretty good, Apollo. We ought to do that again, I think." Apollo nodded mutely. "Next time, though, I think the dirty talk should stay out of it." Before Apollo could object, Phoenix stood and offered him a hand. "Come on, we gotta clean up before Trucy comes home. It's almost 2:15, and I don't think I want her to catch on to what Daddy did with her brother today." |
Yeah... Apollo so could've done without Phoenix saying that little bit of weirdness. |
Genre: non_english |
Chapter 1 |
Takashi otworzył oczy. Było mu niewygodnie, leżał na twardych, zimnych deskach podłogi w tej opuszczonej świątyni, którą znaleźli wczoraj, kiedy oddzielili się od reszty. Wiedział, że Rei i reszta są bezpieczni. Kimkolwiek byli tamci dziwni ludzie, uratowali ich. On i Saeko zostali oddzieleni i musieli radzić sobie sami. Dotarli do tej świątyni, a w okolicy nie było widać żadnego śladu Ich. Postanowili więc tu przenocować. Saeko została na dole, on poszedł się przespać na górze, ale niestety, nie znalazł żadnego futonu ani niczego miękkiego. Na podłodze spało się cholernie niewygodnie. Spojrzał na zegarek. Była pierwsza w nocy. Chciało mu się pić, ale nie miał niczego pod ręką. Może na dole coś będzie? Nie zakładając butów, zszedł po cichu na dół po schodach. Nie chciał obudzić śpiącej tutaj Busujimy. |
Niestety, na dole było ciemno, znalezienie czegoś w tych egipskich ciemnościach wydawało się niemożliwe. Takashi, aby się nie potknąć, zszedł na czworaki, wypatrując gałęzi jak tylko mógł najuważniej. Pamiętał, że gdzieś tu powinny być ich torby, a w nich butelki z wodą mineralną. Gdzieś na ziemi, chyba pod ścianą. |
Gdy ręka zacisnęła mu się na czymś miękkim, przez chwilę myślał, że znalazł to, czego szukał. Ale to było ciepłe… - Aaaaaaauuuaaa! – krzyknął, gdy potężne kopnięcie posłało go na ścianę. Pozbierał się z podłogi, ale zaraz potem oślepiło go wycelowane w jego twarz światło. Zamknął oczy. |
- Komurrrro-kuuuun? – usłyszał znajomy głos, a zaraz potem odgłos chowania katany do pochwy – To tyyyy? Jak chce się zabawić, to trzeba było mieć najpierw dobudzić, idioto… |
Otworzył oczy. Przed nim stała Saeko Busujima. W jednej ręce trzymała katanę, w drugiej latarkę. Miała na sobie swój mundurek, krótką, ciemnogranatową spódniczkę, białą bluzkę z zielonym kołnierzykiem. Wyglądała na zaspaną, ale wiedział, że wystarczy jeden ruch, aby go zabić. Tylko mówiła jakoś tak niewyraźnie i chyba nie do końca pewnie trzymała się na nogach. |
- Ja szukałem… czegoś do picia, sempai – powiedział szybko Takashi, podnosząc się z podłogi i masując bolące plecy. Przeleciał chyba przez pół sali. Dobrze, że niczego sobie nie złamał. Przyjrzał się bliżej Saeko. Obok miejsca, w którym spała, leżała otwarta butelka sake. Alkohol? W takich okolicznościach? Teraz dopiero spostrzegł, że policzki sempai są jakby bardziej rumiane. Czyżby była wstawiona? |
- Krrretyyn… - Saeko odłożyła katanę i latarkę – Pij? No to chodź tu, ja dam ci coś do picia – oparła się o ścianę, lekko się zataczając. |
- Ja... już pójdę na górę – Takashi skierował się ku schodom, ale Saeko, zaskakująco jak na jej stan, szybko znalazła mu się na drodze. |
- Poczekaj – powiedziała – Chcesz pić? To masz – powiedziała, podnosząc spódniczkę. Takashi spostrzegł, że nie miała pod nią majtek. |
- No, kocham, wyłóż mnie… Tak mi się jakoś gorąco zrobiło… - Saeko, oparta o poręcz schodów, stała przed nim. Wiedział, że nawet jeśli jest pijana, nie ma z nią żadnych szans. Była zabójczo silna. No i piękna. Jego penis dawał temu znak, sprawiając, że Takashi czuł wyraźną niewygodę w spodniach, patrząc na nagą, gładką cipkę Saeko. Prześknął się. Taka szansa nie zdarza się co dzień. Skrupuły skrupułami, ale był przecież mężczyzną, a ona piękną kobietą. |
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