His master trained often in the evenings as the sun began its decent beyond the gold horizon while Suzu watched with held breath through a crack in the sliding door, his sword hand floating southward between his legs.
Tetsu arched, his mouth falling open to pant, as Susumu thrust into him, the dark haired teens hand wrapped around Tetsu's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts until Susumu bent down and bit the red head's neck to quiet his shout of release, while his hand somehow made it's way to Tetsu's mouth, muffling his cry.
As his fingers traced the wide span of scar tissue that marred the muscled body beside him Shinpachi sent up another silent thank you that the man had never been as skilled with a sword as he was with a spear.
Ryoma knows this is wrong but slides his tanned hands down the body beneath him anyway, humming cheerfully as he sets out to determine exactly how similar Tatsu is to his father.
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otherwise ... VERAH NAICE!!!
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