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“Ne Masakuni, what do you think about sex?”
Doudanuki abruptly spat his alcohol that resulted in a coughing fit. Honebami quickly crawled up to him and patted his back, albeit with some force to get all of the cough out of his system.
“What the hell was that question?” Doudanuki asked back as he downed another shot of sake to wash out the itch in his throat.
“You haven’t answered my question.” Honebami meant it to be a pout, but the line was delivered too monotonously. The awkward silence soon filled in, only slightly disturbed by the occasional pouring and chugging of sake.
Honebami blamed the alcohol, his tongue went loose, and the dimly lit room with only the moonlight illuminating it didn’t help at all. His thoughts are obscured, jumbled like messy threads, his eyes bounce back and forth between the alcohol and Doudanuki who seems to be handling the alcohol better than him.
“You drank too much,” Doudanuki swiped Honebami’s cup from his hand and placed it back on the tray between them, “I told ya to be careful on your alcohol intake, lightweight.” His teasing was rewarded immensely by Honebami’s offended frown.
After a short while, Doudanuki got up and rolled out their shared futon, walked back to Honebami and lifted him by the arms like a cat and gently plopped him on the soft futon.
“Sleep, Bami, I’ll get some water for ya.”
“You haven’t answered my question.” Honebami said hoarsely, his throat finally burned from the alcohol. Doudanuki turned back to the futon, kneeled, and pinned Honebami down. Their faces are too close now, the smell of alcohol from each other's breaths linger as Doudanuki closes in the gap between them.
Bonk!
Doudanuki bonked his forehead to Honebami. Honebami wined, and that was a fairly rare sound to hear from him.
“Why are you so adamant to know my answer?”
Because of curiosity? Because of the erotic books Honebami found on the back of the library shelves? Maybe it’s because of the occasional moans he hears at night while walking to the bathroom? Or maybe it’s the passing conversations of how good it feels and it’s the most physically intimate thing two lovers can do?
He wants to answer, but not even the alcohol could loosen up his stiff tongue.
“You haven’t answered my question.” Doudanuki pressed, his gold eyes glowed in the dark like a predator, and his body weight pressing Honebami down further. There’s no bite in his words, but Honebami truly felt cornered.
Doudanuki sighs, Honebami’s silence was already a good enough answer, he got up, the warmth between them abruptly gone. Honebami wanted to pull him back, but his body refused to cooperate, so he took a pillow and threw it at Doudanuki.
The pillow successfully lunges at Doudanuki’s chest, the man quickly got down again, but instead of getting pinned, Honebami was attacked by tickles.
“Stop stop Masakuni that’s enough” Honebami managed to beg between giggles and gasps. He managed to break free and flipped their position, now with him being on top, he digs his hands to the crevices of Doudanuki’s muscles, and drags his digits at places he knows are Doudanuki’s weak spots earning a roar of laugh from Doudanuki. Their tickle fight lasted long enough for them to be sweaty and flushed, at the end Doudanuki managed to flip their position again.
They panted and gasped in exhaustion, clothes in disarray and hair very much messy. Doudanuki bent down to place a kiss on Honebami’s forehead, soft and comforting like what he always does before bed.
“Sleep, or else you’ll get a headache tomorrow.” Doudanuki plopped beside him, pulling the sheets and enveloping both their bodies under the blanket.
Their legs touch beneath the sheets, the warmth of their bodies heating the inside of the sheets like a furnace. The alcohol probably hasn't worn off entirely, Honebami scoots closer to Doudanuki and tries to build up the courage to still press on further, but before he could say anything, Doudanuki wraps his arms around Honebami. The weight of his muscular arms presses Honebami down, locking him in place.
“Are you curious about sex?” Doudanuki asked in almost a whisper, as if he’s thinking out loud and accidentally let his mouth run loose.
“Maybe? I’m curious on how it feels,” Honebami admits, but he knows deep down that there’s more to that, yet he fails to find the right words.
“Have you ever, ahem,” Doudanuki clears his throat and buries his head to Honebami neck, hiding his face from view, he stutters a bit, hesitating to continue. “Forget it.”
“No, please do tell, I’m fine.” Honebami reassures. Doudanuki took a deep breath and managed to finally asked.
“Have you ever touched yourself? I mean, you’re curious about how sex feels with me, I’m just, ah fuck, I don’t know, do you even know what pleasure feels like?” Doudanuki rambled on and held his breath, he totally regretted running his mouth.
“Yes, but no. I tried to touch myself once, but I don’t really feel anything from it.” Honebami pauses, and continues, “but maybe if it’s with you, it might feel different, and maybe we can discover new things about ourselves?”
Honebami felt Doudanuki shift and let go of Honebami. Now they’re face to face, both red with shame. Hearts thumping loudly as their eyes don’t break contact. Honebami’s the first to act, he planted a soft kiss on Doudanuki’s nose in hopes of loosening up the awkward atmosphere, and to his surprise, Doudanuki kissed him back on the lips.
Soon, their lips touch once again. Soft kisses turned into carnal hunger, their tongues danced and hands all over each other. Doudanuki slides his palm into Honebami’s sleepwear and glides his hand all over his chest feeling the softness of Honebami’s skin. In return, Honebami grips the back of Doudanuki’s sleepwear, tugging and pulling desperately as he clings. Their kisses deepen until their head goes fuzzy from the adrenaline, and when they eventually pull away, what’s left is a string of saliva and both out of breath.
“We can stop if you want.” Doudanuki pulled back, but Honebami tugged his hand, keeping it planted on his chest.
“No, please continue, I would tell you if I feel any discomfort.” Honebami reassures. Doudanuki searches Honebami’s eyes for any sort of hesitance, but is met with nothing but a strong unwavering will.
“This is my first time, please correct me if you feel anything’s off or something.” Doudanuki said, and got back to kissing Honebami.
His lips travel from his lips, chin, neck, and chest, sending shivers all over Honebami’s body. He slowly unravels Honebami’s sleepwear, exposing more and more milky soft skin under the fabric.
Doudanuki has to admit that for a warrior, Honebami sure doesn’t look like one (at face value). He lacks scars and disfigurement, what lies beneath his armor is a boyish body, muscles mixed with bones that lack fatty cushion, nipples that perk up akin to cherries, and complexion pale as bone.
Doudanuki takes an experimental bite at Honebami’s collar bone, it’s not too deep, but enough for it to probably leave a bruise. Honebami jolts and thrashes, his body instinctively kicking into fight or flight, yet the pleasure mixed with the embarrassment and adrenaline ignited a new fire inside of him, he didn’t realize that he’s been moaning this entire time until the adrenaline subsided and his rational thoughts slowly came back to him.
Doudanuki chuckles, earning a playful smack at the cheeks from Honebami.
“Do you want to continue?” Doudanuki asked, kissing the back of Honebami’s hand. Honebami thought about it a little, there’s this animalistic hunger inside of him, he felt like devouring Doudanuki right here and now, yet a part of his head screams in fear, not about the sex itself but what it’ll mean for their relationship going forward.
They had their first kiss, first hug, and first date. They’ve finally announced their relationship to their closest companions, yet sex is a different milestone. Honebami felt like the strings holding his head together unraveled, leaving him a messy slop of himself, yet when it’s with Doudanuki, he didn’t mind at all apparently.
There’s a new land to discover beyond the bridge of uncertainty, and Honebami knows that wherever they go, they’ll always walk hand in hand, it takes two to tango afterall, and even in near death, Doudanuki is always there to catch him when he falls.
“Yes,” Honebami simply answers to the very worried Doudanuki who’s patiently waiting for an answer. Doudanuki breathed a sigh of relief.
“Good, that thousand yard stare was worrying me.” He complained a little. Doudanuki removed Honebami’s clothes fully and his own afterwards, everything else was discarded aside from their underwear.
Honebami awed at Doudanuki’s muscles, rippling and strong like the fighter he is. His body is carved with scars from previous battles throughout history. Honebami’s own body only pales in comparison to him.
“What? Enjoying the view?” Doudanuki teases.
“Yes,” Honebami replies without a shred of shame, he traces the scars on Doudanuki’s arm, the image of how it formed flashes through Honebami’s head, he imagines those scars to be deep and painful when they first formed, gashes on the blade deep enough to leave marks but not enough to break him.
Honebami propped himself on the pillow to gain more leverage, he reached for Doudanuki’s neck and started peppering kisses on his scars. His soft kisses travel down from his collarbone to his rock hard chest, lower and lower until his body is fully enveloped beneath Doudanuki. Each kiss felt ticklish and soft, a stark contrast to the roughness of the scars.
Honebami’s hand traveled Doudanuki’s body, discovering untouched corners and new sensations, his hand traveled down and reaches Doudanuki’s thighs, yet he suddenly stops and hesitates.
“Why are you trembling?” Doudanuki asked, his hand right above Honebami’s.
“Nothing, just nervous.” Honebami slowly slides his hand, traveling further down Doudanuki’s thighs. Now they’re sitting face to face with nothing to hide.
“Do you want to feel it?” Doudanuki asked with a hint of tease. Honebami looked down at the buldge between the other man’s thighs, and up to Doudanuki’s eyes. He only managed to give a small nod.
Honebami carefully moves his hand over the clothes buldge and rubs it lightly. He doesn’t need to see the whole thing to feel the impressive size, it couldn’t be fully enveloped with just Honebami’s palm. His rubbing earned him gasp and hisses from Doudanuki. The buldge seemingly starts growing beneath his palm.
“It feels good when you rub it like that.” Doudanuki says between his groans.
“Is there any way for me to make it feel even better?” Honebami asked. He really wants to return the favor after all the pampering thus far.
Doudanuki hesitates, but soon reluctantly removes his underwear, revealing the huge load he’s been packing.
It’s not the first time Honebami has seen Doudanuki’s cock, it was a normal part of their human body after all, and they’ve been showering together in the shared citadel bath long before their relationship became a thing, but to see Doudanuki’s cock fully erected is a whole other different story. It’s twice Honebami’s length and girth with two veins stretching up from the root to the tip, throbbing.
“Here, place your hand here,” Doudanuki guides Honebami’s hand to the shaft of his cock, and slowly wraps Honebami’s fingers around it, “rub it like this, hey don’t grab it too hard!”
“Sorry.” Either it’s a full apology or not, it doesn’t matter. Honebami awes at how Doudanuki’s body seems to react heavily to his seemingly simple action, his chest rising and falling quicker by the minutes and groans turn into moans. Honebami felt his palm getting wetter, he looked down to see beads of precum leaking through his urethra. The meat in his hand seems to grow thicker by the minute, pulsing as if it had a heartbeat, head turning redder from the pressure. Doudanuki grabbed the sheets harder, gritting his teeth, and without warning abruptly ejaculated thick sticky white semen.
Doudanuki promptly saw stars, his head hot and fuzzy. Reality slowly kicks in when he sees Honebami just sitting there like a stone, eyes locked to his hands stained in semen. Doudanuki forced himself to get over the post fap bliss and quickly grabbed a towel to clean Honebami’s hand.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean—“
“Don’t be sorry, I was just a bit surprised, that’s all.” Honebami cuts in before Doudanuki could continue. The pungent smell of sweat stars lingering in the air. Honebami looked at the clock, it’s been twenty minutes since they started, the night is still young.
“Shall we continue?” Honebami asked, which sounded more like an invitation. Doudanuki chuckles and pins Honebami down. His kisses now are rougher, chapped lips grazing over sensitive parts of Honebami’s skin. Doudanuki ravished his body, leaving no area untouched. Doudanuki struggled a little with pulling away Honebami’s underwear, earning a small giggle of amusement from the silver haired wakizashi. Yet when his underwear is fully discarded, there’s a fresh sense of relief.
A new wave of sensation starts invading his senses however, Honebami felt tightness on his cock akin to a muscle strain, he instinctively reached out to touch, but his hand was caught by Doudanuki.
“I’ll do it.” He says and leans down to Honebami’s hard member. Honebami could feel Doudanuki’s warm breath on places he barely ever touched himself.
“My hands are rough and I’m afraid it’ll hurt.” Doudanuki mummbles, but before Honebami could reassure him that it’s fine, suddenly he felt Doudanuki’s tongue drag along his cock.
It doesn’t take long for Doudanuki to fully engulf Honebami’s cock, his tongue playfully laps, licks, and sucks the most sensitive part of his body. Honebami screamed, grabbed Doudanuki’s hair and stars pulling and tugging. It was too much, his body trembles at the electric wave of pleasure that travels throughout his body.
Honebami kicked his legs and squeezes his thighs together, he looks down at Doudanuki who never broke eye contact with him, which he found extremely embarrassing and hot at the same time.
The crescendo of sensations culminated in a feeling of a need for release, Honebami panicked, it wasn’t a feeling he ever felt before, he tried fighting back, pushing Doudanuki away, but the man didn’t seem to budge. He babbled incoherently, between his pleas and warnings, his body gave up and he ejaculated hard into Doudanuki’s mouth.
Honebami gasped for air, coughing a bit. His body’s still twitching from the pleasure, his mind white and thoughtless. He felt as if he just went back from battle.
“Oh shit, are you alright?” Doudanuki panicked a little. Honebami desperately wanted to shake his shoulders to say that it was the best thing he ever felt this night, yet his body crumbled, bones felt like it was separating from his muscles and at the end, he could only manage a few nods.
Doudanuki got up and poured a glass of water. He lifts Honebami’s nimble body and props his back on a few pillows. Slowly, he guides the cup to Honebami’s mouth for him to drink.
“That’s enough, I think we should rest.”
“No please,” Honebami pleads, “I can still continue, I’m not fragile.” Honebami grabs Doudanuki’s shoulders, making him drop the thankfully empty cup of water.
“Are you sure?” Doudanuki inspects his body that’s already littered with hickeys and palm marks.
“I’m sure, I trust you Masakuni.”
Doudanuki guides him back to the futon. He got up for a bit and grabbed a bottle of lubricant and a condom.
“I didn’t know you had that.”
“It was a joke, Otegine and the others gave me this as a congratulatory gift for our relationship on april fools day,” Doudanuki popped open the bottle and poured the clear liquid on his fingers, “tell me if it hurts.”
Before Honebami could say anthing, he felt Doudanuki’s finger penetrating his hole. The coldness of the lube and the roughness of his fingers is a weird feeling, his ring of his anal muscles contract and relax, both accepting and rejecting the finger. Honebami grabbed whatever he could, the pillow, sheets, and then Doudanuki’s hand.
His breath hitches in discomfort that teeters towards pain, but he doesn’t want to back down, not now. Doudanuki trusted Honebami’s questionable judgement to press forward, and soon, one finger turned into two, and then three, and soon enough, painful noises are replaced with soft moans.
“I think you’re ready.” Doudanuki states. Honebami doesn’t really know what ‘ready’ looks or feels like, all these time he’s been telling himself that Doudanuki’s cock is much more than just three fingers, therefore whatever discomfort he’s feeling now will pale in comparison. Honebami nods and turns around to allow Doudanuki better access, but Doudanuki stops him and flips him back.
“No, I want to see you,” he lifts both Honebami’s legs and places his thighs on his muscular wide shoulders, nearly folding Honebami in half. He grabs the condom and rips the packet with his teeth, feeling a bit relieved that he didn’t mess it up, or else it’ll probably look stupid.
“I can’t conceive, we don’t need that.”
“No, we do, I insist, your brother is the citadel’s medic and he’ll be the first to know if anything’s off.”
“Why are you bringing Yagen into this? He isn’t going to inspect my insides.” Doudanuki pinches Honebami’s cheeks and roughly kisses him again to shut him up. He didn’t want to continue this petty argument, and the image of Yagen inspecting Honebami might eradicate his erection and drive to fuck Honebami altogether.
After Doudanuki slides in the condom and secures it, he coats himself with lube and positions himself upon Honebami’s entrance.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, always been.” With that, Doudanuki thrusted inside, slowly pushing himself in. The warm fleshy walls welcome his cock, hugging it tightly and pulling him deeper. The warmth and pressure might undo him right this second before getting to deliver the same amount of pleasure back to Honebami.
Honebami gasped and whined, okay this is more than what he thought it would feel, the discomfort quickly turned into pain, yet he didn’t push away, legs hugging Doudanuki’s face and body closer, embracing and welcoming the pain.
Doudanuki whispered both sweet nothings and apologies. After what felt like forever, Doudanuki finally fully envelopes himself. They both are still, Doudanuki occasionally brushing Honebami’s forehead with his thumb as he allows him to adjust.
“It’s alright, please move.” Doudanuki nods at the command, and slowly pulls out halfway and thrust himself back in. The fullness leaving and filling Honebami back, rearranging his guts and ripping his mind and body in half nearly made Honebami go mad. The pain mixed with saccharine pleasure, and when Doudanuki brushed against a jumble of nerves deep inside, it sent Honebami screaming and thrashing.
Doudanuki held him down, he whispered more praises that slowly turned incoherent from the wave of pleasure as he increased his pace. Their bodies slapping against each other, skin to skin, flesh to flesh, hole to a key. Honebami chants Doudanuki’s name like a prayer, babbling and moaning between each thrust that bounces his body up and down the futon like a seesaw. Doudanuki in turn also whispers Honebami’s name in full passion, soon their voices blended together with the slapping of flesh and feverish moaning.Their orchestra of emotions and senses culminated into a final stretch as they both ejaculated at the same time.
They both came down from the high out of breath and sweaty. Doudanuki pulled out and removed the condom, tying a knot at the end to prevent semen from spilling all over, and throwing it into the trash. They both laid on the futon, legs intertwined.
Honebami swept away Doudanuki’s bangs that are sticking to his forehead due to sweat and traces the scars that are etched into Doudanuki’s face, those eyes are still sharper than ever. Doudanuki wraps his arms around Honebami, thumb caressing Honebami’s waist.
“How was it?” Doudanuki asked breathlessly, he sounded like he just finished sparring.
“Good,”
“Just that?”
“Hmmm,” Honebami jokingly thinks. He surprisingly still has enough energy for humor and Doudanuki looks shocked, he wraps Honebami tighter in his arms.
“Answer the question, Bami.”
“It was nice,” and that was enough to satisfy Doudanuki. Both are bad at words, and they learnt to read between the lines of each sentence.
The clock strikes two, and the moonlight leaks through the gaps of the window. The silence once again filled the room. Their frenzy breathing now lulls into soft rhythmic intakes. Doudanuki strokes Honebami’s hair until he falls asleep. Finally, two bodies, two souls, are united in this fated night, what tomorrow brings is beyond them. Honebami plants a small kiss on Doudanuki’s forehead.
“Goodnight Tanuki, love you.”