justacityboy | Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

[Oh Urbain. Thaat kind of sex is fun, no doubt, but it's not public sex fun. But that's something Urbain is going to have to learn on his own, he feels.

For now, he'll rock back into Urbain's movements, letting him do most of the work for now as he ruts against Corbeau's cock in a way that helps to get him hard the rest of the way.]

Oh...? You'd want to get a house with me...?

[He asks, rubbing his thumb into the head.]

Nnh—! Y-yeah— I-I thought— 'cause you kept sayin' we'd... nnh, if we wanted more space in our room we'd just get a house...

[He's trying, but he's being stroked off and it's difficult to talk. Help.]

I did say that...

[Don't worry, he'll slow down a little so Urbain can talk to him...mostly because he's decided to, uh.

Lick his fingers so he can stick them up his ass, dwbi.]

It would be nicer than staying in the Inn, if we had our own place. Don't you think?

Aah—!

[And Urbain rocks back against them like he's never felt something so good in his life. Amazing that he's had sex one other time and yet he's already trying to ride Corbeau's fingers while they're both standing up.]

Y-yeah, I think... I think so... w-we can break it in, y'know...

Oh, oh. What a naughty boy you are...

[Corbeau laughs, a bark of a sound that rings over the shower a little too loudly for a second before he manages to quiet himself, gently rocking his fingers up into Urbain's ass while simultaneously at least attempting to open him up a little bit. Because yes, uh, that cock of his isn't pressed against your ass just to tease, so you'd better not slip.]

We'll ask that the bathroom is extra large, then. Just in case.

[Urbain is doing so good at gripping the fucking wall, trust. He won't slip, but he's definitely rocking his hips back into Corbeau with his forehead pressed against the wall. Standing up definitely makes the angle much different, doesn't it?]

Mmhhhm... and we need a n-nice living room for... the same reasons. Break in the whole house.

We should ask for a kotatsu, then. It would...keep us nice and warm, when the winter comes.

[Yeah, "warm".

The angle is steep, and Corbeau is taking full advantage of this as he gently rocks his fingers deep inside, able to find Urbain's prostate a lot faster like this given the way he gently rubs at it with his index and middle finger.]

[""""Warm"""" yeah sure—

With his forehead pressed to the wall, Urbain chokes out a moan that bleeds off into a whimper, his cock jumping to attention at the sudden prostate stimulation. He squeezes tight around Corbeau's fingers, then whines out under the din of the water:]

Daddy please...

[There it is.

Corbeau licks his lips, pressing his fingers in gently- deeper- pushing Urbain up against the slick wall of the shower block so he can more easily growl huskily into his ear.]

Do you want it, Urbain? Outside, in front of everyone...?

[Well, that's a bit of a stretch, but it's fun to pretend, no?]

[The joy is the pretending and the thought that someone could walk in at any moment and see them. Or hear them. Or know that Urbain is a slut who gets fucked in a public shower.

God, he's taking this to his grave.]

Mmhhhhyespleaseyes—

Ooh...thank you for being so polite.

[In that case, he's going to slide his fingers out, very quickly spitting into his hand, rubbing his saliva over his fingers, and then shoving them back in. Sorry Urbain he's in the shower with you and did NOT bring lube so you're going to have to put up with doing this thing they do in movies that doesn't fucking work actually-]

I'll be in you soon, okay? I promise. Be a good boy for me now and keep your voice down...

[Who cares if it doesn't work, sex in public showers also definitely does not work (I mean it does but yk) so whatever.

Urbain is whining, though he does keep his voice down... enough. Corbeau will still be able to hear him. He's perishing actively he wants a cock in him NOW and he's being teased (no) and he just wants to be spread. This is the worst, and he's having a horrible time.]

M'bein' good...

You are. You're being so good for me...just relax.

[He's working his fingers in gently, slowly but surely, but also not so slowly that he's left wanting for more. He leans in and kisses the back of Urbain's neck as he works him open, relishing the way his hole tightens around his fingers as he's quick to slip in a second, even if the lack of lube makes it a lot tighter than it might have been normally.]

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guess what dw ate-

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GUESS WHAT DW ATE X2-

I think maybe dw just hates this fucking thread

fucking correct

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