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[00:34] (except when me, Ginshu, Bonten or someone random writes something)
[00:34] (...like, seriously, it's gen or gay, no het.)
[00:34] ...
[00:35] * Dmitri^Yuriev is now known as Kuchiha[porn]
[00:35] ... Tatsu-nii XD
[00:35] EVERY TIME I TALK ABOUT IT I GET THIS URGE OKAY
[00:35] DON'T JUDGE ME
[00:35] ... 8D
[00:35] rewindow to kuchiha's urges
IRC YOU ARE ALL FABULOUS DISENABLERS, LET ME TELL YOU. Smut-ish, Kon perspective, ot3.
He sighed a little, but not breathlessly--that would have entirely too effeminate, and he'd die before he'd ever willingly do anything like that--as Toki's hands crept their way shyly up his ribs, under his robe. Somewhere, a world away, the dog girl was undoing his hair. He was just about to say something about how all the best courtesans left it up and didn't she have any manners about it until he felt a bite on his right nipple and he hissed a little instead. "Ouch.Too hard."
Toki bobbed up in a manner that would be comically reminiscent of a doll, if Kon couldn't see that slight glint in his eye that he was glad to get some sort of reaction. Kon smiled blandly. "Watch, like this." He turned around and quickly laid a kiss on Kuchiha's lips that was more bite then anything else then deepened as he reached behind her and carefully undid where her bandages met. As he felt Toki's stare on his back grow more intense, he deepened the kiss, and was pleasantly surprised that when he did finally try to slip his tongue in Kuchiha's mouth that she didn't bite it completely off, although the warning nip was hard enough to make him break off the kiss before she decided it was a good idea. He flicked the bandages away, and quickly laid a kiss on each upturned breast before she swatted at where his head was. Grinning, he hooked the index finger of his left hand in Toki's belt and tugged him forward. "Try again?"
[00:34] (...like, seriously, it's gen or gay, no het.)
[00:34] ...
[00:35] * Dmitri^Yuriev is now known as Kuchiha[porn]
[00:35] ... Tatsu-nii XD
[00:35] EVERY TIME I TALK ABOUT IT I GET THIS URGE OKAY
[00:35] DON'T JUDGE ME
[00:35] ... 8D
[00:35] rewindow to kuchiha's urges
IRC YOU ARE ALL FABULOUS DISENABLERS, LET ME TELL YOU. Smut-ish, Kon perspective, ot3.
He sighed a little, but not breathlessly--that would have entirely too effeminate, and he'd die before he'd ever willingly do anything like that--as Toki's hands crept their way shyly up his ribs, under his robe. Somewhere, a world away, the dog girl was undoing his hair. He was just about to say something about how all the best courtesans left it up and didn't she have any manners about it until he felt a bite on his right nipple and he hissed a little instead. "Ouch.Too hard."
Toki bobbed up in a manner that would be comically reminiscent of a doll, if Kon couldn't see that slight glint in his eye that he was glad to get some sort of reaction. Kon smiled blandly. "Watch, like this." He turned around and quickly laid a kiss on Kuchiha's lips that was more bite then anything else then deepened as he reached behind her and carefully undid where her bandages met. As he felt Toki's stare on his back grow more intense, he deepened the kiss, and was pleasantly surprised that when he did finally try to slip his tongue in Kuchiha's mouth that she didn't bite it completely off, although the warning nip was hard enough to make him break off the kiss before she decided it was a good idea. He flicked the bandages away, and quickly laid a kiss on each upturned breast before she swatted at where his head was. Grinning, he hooked the index finger of his left hand in Toki's belt and tugged him forward. "Try again?"