[VERY. VERY. PUBLIC]
[ooc: EXTREMELY NSFW AND NOT SAFE FOR BRAIN. THIS CONTAINS PRONZ WRITTEN VERY BADLY ON PURPOSE. If you read weepingcock, you'll have a good idea of what to expect; some things are directly lifted from there.
Yeah you might notice this isn't something that Ness would do. That's because it's not Ness posting this. Ness banned Joshua from using his not broken journal while he's recovering from broken ribs. Joshua, not being one listen to other people, nicked Ness' journal when Ness was sleeping. And the rest... well you'll find out soon enough.]
There are so many starcrossed lovers in the world. I happen to know a pair with the purest love. But, o tragedy has struck, and one has decided to leave their beloved behind. All I can do now is commemorate their love for each other with a retelling of their love, so everyone can marvel at such beautiful purity.
There was no one in the kitchen except Ichigo and Watanuki. They barred the door and blocked the window lest someone intrude upon their midnight ecstacy. And when they realised they were alone, Watanuki leaned back against the counter, gyrating and thrusting his hips in his hot lover's direction. He said in a low, sexy voice that left Ichigo's knees weak, "Come get your pleasure, a hard chocolate stick."
Ichigo's eyes went to the bulge in Watanuki's pants and swallowed, feeling the sensations of having his dick slowly seduced by another guy's amorous rod from far, far away. Watanuki's delicious sausage was too far away.
"Come get your candy," Watanuki serenaded him, the cook's voice sending tentacles of pleasure through his body. "Your throbbing eclair. It's coated with cocoa... and it's drawing you near."
Ichigo drew closer to the mountain in Watanuki's pants in near reverence. With trembling fingers he pulled down his lover's pants, revealing the mighty harpoon beneath. Opening his mouth, Ichigo went down on Watanuki, the cook's pale skin going down like a warm mango. Sweet and fulfilling, one suck after the next, and he moaned with each sugar filled word from Watanuki, as one hard throb after another shot hot Watanuki-sauce out of the end of his grand-mal'ing cock.
Watanuki must have shot a gallon of hot, dick-tease-orgasm-syrup from concentrate, or at least if felt like that to Ichigo. But Ichigo swallowed it all, licked Watanuki clean and stood up to whisper-moan in the cook's ear.
"If my ass was a door, there'd be a sign that said enter."
Watanuki wiped clean his glasses and held up a spoon. "Is cutlery welcome?"
Of course, it would be impolite if I continued any further; I wouldn't dream of making their private life public. But knowing their shyness, their names have been changed in this dedication out of consideration for their feelings. Any similarities to real persons is purely coincidental.
Yeah you might notice this isn't something that Ness would do. That's because it's not Ness posting this. Ness banned Joshua from using his not broken journal while he's recovering from broken ribs. Joshua, not being one listen to other people, nicked Ness' journal when Ness was sleeping. And the rest... well you'll find out soon enough.]
There are so many starcrossed lovers in the world. I happen to know a pair with the purest love. But, o tragedy has struck, and one has decided to leave their beloved behind. All I can do now is commemorate their love for each other with a retelling of their love, so everyone can marvel at such beautiful purity.
There was no one in the kitchen except Ichigo and Watanuki. They barred the door and blocked the window lest someone intrude upon their midnight ecstacy. And when they realised they were alone, Watanuki leaned back against the counter, gyrating and thrusting his hips in his hot lover's direction. He said in a low, sexy voice that left Ichigo's knees weak, "Come get your pleasure, a hard chocolate stick."
Ichigo's eyes went to the bulge in Watanuki's pants and swallowed, feeling the sensations of having his dick slowly seduced by another guy's amorous rod from far, far away. Watanuki's delicious sausage was too far away.
"Come get your candy," Watanuki serenaded him, the cook's voice sending tentacles of pleasure through his body. "Your throbbing eclair. It's coated with cocoa... and it's drawing you near."
Ichigo drew closer to the mountain in Watanuki's pants in near reverence. With trembling fingers he pulled down his lover's pants, revealing the mighty harpoon beneath. Opening his mouth, Ichigo went down on Watanuki, the cook's pale skin going down like a warm mango. Sweet and fulfilling, one suck after the next, and he moaned with each sugar filled word from Watanuki, as one hard throb after another shot hot Watanuki-sauce out of the end of his grand-mal'ing cock.
Watanuki must have shot a gallon of hot, dick-tease-orgasm-syrup from concentrate, or at least if felt like that to Ichigo. But Ichigo swallowed it all, licked Watanuki clean and stood up to whisper-moan in the cook's ear.
"If my ass was a door, there'd be a sign that said enter."
Watanuki wiped clean his glasses and held up a spoon. "Is cutlery welcome?"
Of course, it would be impolite if I continued any further; I wouldn't dream of making their private life public. But knowing their shyness, their names have been changed in this dedication out of consideration for their feelings. Any similarities to real persons is purely coincidental.