ouropornos:

Yesss, we finally caved - we wanted to write for Ouropornos still, so here’s our excuse, barring anthologies and occasional drabbles! 

> Ourobunny is here

> Ourotetsu is here

(( So if anyone wants to watch me RP elsewhere… ))

(( The first half of this started out as an RP between hero100percent and I, buuuut I went ahead and finished it because I was bored. Not just tattoo fun times, but also a little bit of selective crossdressing, leg worship, and a bit of subtle dom on Barnaby’s part. Enjoy! ))

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hero100percent:

bunny—chan:

“Yes,” Barnaby flatly replied, doing his best not to shake the - god, he was old enough to be a brat now, wasn’t he? Just a brat. He bit back a groan. “Especially when you look at me like that. Unlike you, I’m not quite a dirty old man yet.”

“… Yosh!” The abrupt announcement followed Kotetsu’s push away from the counter. “Then we’ll still have enough time to try out hundred power a few times!” He turned back partially, glancing over his shoulder with a broad grin. “You’ll come along, right? We have to race at least!”

Barnaby tried not to remember he just had sex with Kotetsu while the idiot was a sixteen year old.

It was difficult, when he was acting like this.

“… Sure, fine.”

It was going to be a long rest of the day.

hero100percent:

bunny—chan:

For the love of - 

“It’s kind of ridiculous when I’m torn between throwing you over something and simultaneously hugging you,” Barnaby dryly pointed out, slowly drawing back with a shake of his head. “I enjoyed myself. Thoroughly. We should both get cleaned up, though.”

“… Ah?” Kotetsu looked up again in surprise. “If you’re sure…”

“Yes,” Barnaby flatly replied, doing his best not to shake the - god, he was old enough to be a brat now, wasn’t he? Just a brat. He bit back a groan. “Especially when you look at me like that. Unlike you, I’m not quite a dirty old man yet.”

hero100percent:

bunny—chan:

“… Good,” Barnaby repeated on a slow exhale, eyes lidding as he watched, fingers curling into his palm once he eventually turned his hand away. “It’s funny,” he couldn’t help but tease. “I never expected you to be more obedient when you were younger.”

A short blink, and then, immediately, the blush darkened and Kotetsu glanced aside. “Sh-shut up-!” And that was his voice cracking. Oh god. He cleared his throat, still looking studiously down and away. “I…” His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips and tasting the mix of them both still lingering there. It was bitter, but he didn’t much care. “I just… wanted - want you t-to enjoy yourself ‘sall… ” he trailed off into a mutter.

For the love of - 

“It’s kind of ridiculous when I’m torn between throwing you over something and simultaneously hugging you,” Barnaby dryly pointed out, slowly drawing back with a shake of his head. “I enjoyed myself. Thoroughly. We should both get cleaned up, though.”

hero100percent:

bunny—chan:

“Good,” Barnaby huffed out against his neck, twisting his hand gently, his fingers working Kotetsu of every last drop before slowly dragging away and pressing them to his lover’s lips instead, swiping against his lower lip demanding. “Good boy,” he lowly taunted, voice little more than a rasp. “Go on, clean up the mess you’ve made here, too.”

A renewed flush matched the hazy nature of Kotetsu’s expression as he parted his lips and tentatively swiped his tongue out to lap up the semen. His semen. Kotetsu trembled, holding tighter to the counter and leaning forward a bit to catch different angles that would let him lap it up all the quicker. “… Good?” he panted, low and earnest as he turned his gaze back to his lover.

“… Good,” Barnaby repeated on a slow exhale, eyes lidding as he watched, fingers curling into his palm once he eventually turned his hand away. “It’s funny,” he couldn’t help but tease. “I never expected you to be more obedient when you were younger.”

hero100percent:

bunny—chan:

“And you’re asking so nicely, too.” His own voice hitched hard, and god, if he hadn’t already come - this would have been enough to make him do so again. The sight of Kotetsu arching up so damnably needy, the way he gasped and moaned and shuddered in his grasp - “So do it already.” Demanding - low and insistent against Kotetsu’s throat as his teeth scraped against his rapid pulse, sucking on the skin as his fingers squeezed and stroked and his thumb dragged firm circles around the sensitive head of his cock.

It was mindless, the way Kotetsu’s hips rocked up to meet the simple movements of his lover’s hand. Mindless and so damnably good. The talented, knowing slide of strong, elegant fingers wrapped around achingly sensitive flesh, drawing him up. Making him pant and moan, inhibitions long since lost to the sensual caress that pushed him over the edge, coming messily over Barnaby’s hand with a breathless groan.

“Good,” Barnaby huffed out against his neck, twisting his hand gently, his fingers working Kotetsu of every last drop before slowly dragging away and pressing them to his lover’s lips instead, swiping against his lower lip demanding. “Good boy,” he lowly taunted, voice little more than a rasp. “Go on, clean up the mess you’ve made here, too.”

hero100percent:

Kotetsu arched up, almost off his feet entirely with the eagerness with which he responded to the touch. “Y-yes-” A gulp of air even as he tilted his head to the side. Tilted it back. Welcomed and encouraged the possessive snap of teeth over his neck with a heated moan. “God, yes… please, Barnaby…” He wanted. He ached so badly… and yet, with ever needy buck of his hips, there was also the want to extend this too hot, too good, too much sensation just that much longer.

“And you’re asking so nicely, too.” His own voice hitched hard, and god, if he hadn’t already come - this would have been enough to make him do so again. The sight of Kotetsu arching up so damnably needy, the way he gasped and moaned and shuddered in his grasp - “So do it already.” Demanding - low and insistent against Kotetsu’s throat as his teeth scraped against his rapid pulse, sucking on the skin as his fingers squeezed and stroked and his thumb dragged firm circles around the sensitive head of his cock.

hero100percent:

An obvious shudder slid down Kotetsu’s form as the semen hit his face: viscous and hot even against already heated skin. Another groan followed and he leaned up just a bit to lap the head of his lover’s cock clean. Eager, and all but trembling with the want - the need - to spend himself similarly. It was difficult to focus, to understand any of what Barnaby was saying when it took so much to convince himself into deep, calming breaths. It would be a while yet, no matter how basely good the sheer carnality of the act. 

Then, somewhere between hard pants and convincing his hands up to swipe at his face and steady himself against the drawers, Barnaby’s words hit, and he cast his eyes downward again, flushed and aching so hard for something so debasing… “I… I’ve never said otherwise… have I?” the hushed confession that accompanied a brief, upward glance. He lapped hesitantly at some of the semen sticking to his fingers, as if uncertain: thinking he should; wanting but unsure.

It took Barnaby a moment to respond around a dry mouth, and even when he did, it wasn’t first with words, but with hefting the teenager to his feet, shoving him back against the kitchen counter and fastening his mouth to the side of his neck, sucking and biting. ”You’re right,” he breathed, fingers wriggling their way into Kotetsu’s pants - palm sliding over his achingly hard cock in one hard, rough stroke. “You haven’t. In fact, you’re usually rather vocal… if not entirely coherent in the process.” Another nip, another bite, and Barnaby’s fingers squeezed. “Want me to let you come, Kotetsu? Then you’ll really be a mess…”

hero100percent:

Kotetsu twisted instinctively against the hold on his hair when it dragged him further forward; made him tense and choke around the hard length being shoved down his throat. A hand slid from the base of Barnaby’s cock to paw and curl against his thigh, straining and distracting until he could somehow manage the task of loosening his throat muscles enough to keep himself from gagging, drawing short, quick breathes through his nose to compensate the struggle. A low moan was muffled around the erection: both a reply and in simple reaction. It might have been difficult for him, but it was that very difficulty - nearly choking from the attempt to bring his lover pleasure, the fact Barnaby had done it regardless of his comfort - that made him practically light headed with arousal. 

“And you tease me about getting off on this sort of thing.” Barnaby was practically panting from the effort it took to pull back, to yank Kotetsu’s head back in favor of wrapping his other hand around his own cock and stroking roughly. It was tempting to hold back - to not lose himself entirely right here but to hell with it. It was clear as day how much Kotetsu was enjoying this, from every ragged breath, every flush of his skin, how he squirmed where he settled on his knees and that was more than enough to shove Barnaby over the edge, coming all over his lover’s face.

“I think you actually like it more than I do.”