[NSFW] [TST...?] Hot Coffee in the Brig
For fushimiru. Contains purposefully badly written porn. I claim no responsibility for any broken brains.
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"Adachi!" Dojima barked, "Where is my coffee!"
Sighing at being told to play gopher once again, Adachi turned to slouch his way towards the kitchen. He stopped abruptly when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. Dojima's hand. "Not that way, Adachi. Follow me."
Confused, the younger man followed the detective, wondering where they were headed. It was soon apparent when Adachi found himself in a cell in the depths of the brig, alone with his partner. He hesitated for a moment, wondering why Dojima was locking the cell door, before asking his partner, "U-uh sir, I don't think I can get you hot coffee in the brig."
W-why was Dojima unbuckling his belt? "I want hot coffee with you, Adachi." Dojima leered. "If you know what I mean."
And then he dropped his pants.
Adachi couldn't take his eyes off Dojima's trembling fuck tower of lust. He had to touch it, suck on it, else it'd be like being offered a candy cane and not taking it. And Adachi loved the candy being offered today. Lured by the enticing prospect of the airship between Dojima's legs landing on the airship tongue of his mouth, Adachi bowed his head over Dojima and tasted sweet velvet. Adachi kept on sucking the airship into the void, giving some turbulence and relishing the sounds of the deep rumble of the airship's engine.
When Dojima finally came, it was like a sexual faucet. A faucet that was broken and kept on running. There was no way Adachi could take everything that Dojima was giving, so he raised his head and let Dojima spill all over him and the floor. When it all finally stopped (how was it possible for a man to have so much seed?), Dojima ran a hand through Adachi's hair and said, "Clean up before you get my coffee, alright?"
Somewhere further within the brig, a certain headphones wearing boy dared not leave until both men had been gone for more than an hour.
Joshua's finger hovered over the button that would post his recently written text painfully publicly to the Network. But he thought better of it; he didn't want to become a wanted man by the Inaba PD, after all.
Sighing a little -- it was such a shame to waste his efforts -- Joshua deleted every single word he'd typed in the last five minutes and turned off his journal.
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"Adachi!" Dojima barked, "Where is my coffee!"
Sighing at being told to play gopher once again, Adachi turned to slouch his way towards the kitchen. He stopped abruptly when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. Dojima's hand. "Not that way, Adachi. Follow me."
Confused, the younger man followed the detective, wondering where they were headed. It was soon apparent when Adachi found himself in a cell in the depths of the brig, alone with his partner. He hesitated for a moment, wondering why Dojima was locking the cell door, before asking his partner, "U-uh sir, I don't think I can get you hot coffee in the brig."
W-why was Dojima unbuckling his belt? "I want hot coffee with you, Adachi." Dojima leered. "If you know what I mean."
And then he dropped his pants.
Adachi couldn't take his eyes off Dojima's trembling fuck tower of lust. He had to touch it, suck on it, else it'd be like being offered a candy cane and not taking it. And Adachi loved the candy being offered today. Lured by the enticing prospect of the airship between Dojima's legs landing on the airship tongue of his mouth, Adachi bowed his head over Dojima and tasted sweet velvet. Adachi kept on sucking the airship into the void, giving some turbulence and relishing the sounds of the deep rumble of the airship's engine.
When Dojima finally came, it was like a sexual faucet. A faucet that was broken and kept on running. There was no way Adachi could take everything that Dojima was giving, so he raised his head and let Dojima spill all over him and the floor. When it all finally stopped (how was it possible for a man to have so much seed?), Dojima ran a hand through Adachi's hair and said, "Clean up before you get my coffee, alright?"
Somewhere further within the brig, a certain headphones wearing boy dared not leave until both men had been gone for more than an hour.
Joshua's finger hovered over the button that would post his recently written text painfully publicly to the Network. But he thought better of it; he didn't want to become a wanted man by the Inaba PD, after all.
Sighing a little -- it was such a shame to waste his efforts -- Joshua deleted every single word he'd typed in the last five minutes and turned off his journal.