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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ensemble_Stars!_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Fushimi_Yuzuru/Saegusa_Ibara
  Character:
      Fushimi_Yuzuru, Saegusa_Ibara
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Drinking, Underage_Smoking, Rough_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Verbal
      Humiliation, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-21 Words: 3033
****** Bad Taste ******
by ritsuizumi
Summary
     Ibara gets a little drunk and wants Yuzuru to take care of him. Takes
     place in their "soldier" days.
Notes
     i haven't written straight up dirt in a while, yuzubara is perfect
     for it ;)
Yuzuru was finally off duty for the day, his shift long enough to push the
average person to collapsing, but here he was, feeling as if he was still on
duty in one of the many break rooms that littered the floor.
"I can't believe youuu," he heard Ibara whine beside him on the raggedy couch,
slumping into the cushions.
"I literally just fucking saved you," Yuzuru blew a puff of his smoke,
twiddling the cigarette between his fingers, "you're welcome."
Ibara groaned dramatically, toppling over on the couch and nearly kicking
Yuzuru in the face in the process.
"I was just kissing him," Ibara let his eyes shut for a brief moment, quickly
opening them once he realized how quickly he could pass out if he stayed that
way. His body was warm and he was itching to get out of his camo jacket, which
is what he was trying to do before getting rudely interrupted.
"You've drank too much, and now you're acting like an idiot," another puff
before Yuzuru twisted the cigarette into the couch, tossing it on the already
messy floor.
Ibara rolled over onto his back, letting his arm rest against his forehead as
he stared at the ceiling, "I want more," he mumbled, moving his legs to lay
them across Yuzuru's lap.
"You're gonna die young if you keep drinking."
"You're the one who smokes."
Yuzuru pursed his lips, not quite knowing how to retort back. Even being a
drunk asshole, he still knew how to give responses that made Yuzuru want to
strangle him.
Ibara whined, pulling himself up from the couch with a squeak, looking at his
friend with a blank expression.
"What?" Yuzuru questioned, raising a brow and leaning away from the other boy
who seemed to be inching closer to him.
"Hey, Fushimi..." Ibara started, head spinning as he slowly crawled into the
other man's lap, gripping at Yuzuru's shoulder to hold himself up, "since you
ruined my fun, wanna make up fr' it?"
It was Yuzuru's turn to groan, hearing the slur in the other boy's words as he
spoke, already set on rubbing his ass down into Yuzuru's lap.
"Are you serious? Can't you last one-"
Yuzuru's words were cut off by Ibara leaning forward and smashing their lips
together. Their teeth clicked and Yuzuru felt Ibara let out a breathy moan,
already slipping his tongue past the boy's lips. Yuzuru let it go on for a few
more seconds, before he felt Ibara slowly shove him down onto the couch,
looming over him.
Yuzuru felt his lip twitch in annoyance.
"What do you think you're doing?" He questioned, pressing firmly into Ibara's
chest to keep him from lapping at his mouth like a dog.
"Mm, I'm gonna put it in you," Ibara murmured, face close and reeking of
alcohol as he palmed at Yuzuru's dick through his pants. Yuzuru would have
laughed out loud if he wasn't so dumbfounded.
Making use of Ibara's current state, it was quite easy to flip their positions
on the couch, gripping Ibara's jaw and leaning close, purposely rutting his
hips into Ibara so he can feel his growing hardness, "No way, it's my turn to
be on top."
"I'm going to vomit-" Ibara quickly put a hand between their faces, turning his
head off the edge of the couch. He sat there for a few seconds, before turning
back with a straight face, "Nevermind, false alarm."
Yuzuru sighed, sitting up and closing his eyes, "This is so not going to work,
I'm leaving."
"Waiiit," Ibara whined, reaching to grab Yuzuru's arm (with quite a bit of
strength, he'd add), while hooking his legs around Yuzuru's waist, "I'll let
you put it in me, even though you're mean to me when you dooo."
Every word that came out of Ibara's mouth was a whine that made Yuzuru's head
throb. He grabbed at Ibara's jacket, practically ripping the zipper down and
open. He wanted to resist, he really did, but... he was a weak horny teenager
after all.
"I'm not that mean," Yuzuru huffed, reaching towards the table for the glass
bottle, taking a quick swig of it. He took another, but this time leaned down,
pressing his lips to Ibara's and letting the alcohol pour into the other boy's
mouth.
Ibara groaned, drinking what he could and running his tongue against the other
boys, suddenly feeling very needy.
"You- you taste like smoke," he breathed after they parted, feeling Yuzuru kiss
down his jaw to his neck. It was already littered with bruises, some from
Yuzuru and some he hadn't seen before.
"You really get around, huh," Yuzuru murmured, not wasting time and biting
roughly at Ibara's neck, making him cry out, digging his nails into Yuzuru's
bare forearm.
"Ahh, see, wh-" Ibara let his head loll to the side, glasses slipping down his
nose and eyes shutting closed tightly, "what I mean- you're mean to me."
Yuzuru hummed, pulling back to slide the shorter man's jacket off his
shoulders, helping him rip it off and toss it onto the floor.
"You're worse when you put your dick in me," Yuzuru licked his lips, suddenly
having a taste for more alcohol, "In this state you'd just shove it in like
that," he took another swig from the bottle, the alcohol slowly burning his
throat and making his chest feel warm.
"How else would I do it?" Ibara clawed at Yuzuru's back in an effort to pull
him back down for a kiss, slowly rubbing his hips up into Yuzuru for any sort
of friction.
Yuzuru didnt brother answering, tugging at the hem of the black t-shirt Ibara
was wearing to tug it over his head. Ibara didn't move, just whined and tugged
on Yuzuru's tank top back.
"Don't want to get up," Ibara breathed, head already spinning too much to move
any more. He really hadn't thought he drank that much, he doesn't usually lose
control of himself; but right now he wanted nothing more than for Yuzuru to
fuck him senseless.
"I'll just fuck you clothed then," Yuzuru tugged at Ibara's waist roughly in an
effort to flip him over (much to Ibara's dismay), immediately letting his body
press into Ibara's backside.
"Ngh, I told you I-I'm dizzy," Ibara's world span again as he laid his forehead
against the couch, ass up in the air. He couldn't help but giggle, not knowing
why, body and mind feeling completely euphoric. It was rare in this hell hole,
the only thing keeping him sane from the brutal physical work he went through
daily was a few drinks and some sex.
"Do you-" Yuzuru stopped his question, patting up Ibara's pants pocket and
feeling what he was looking for. Cheeky bastard, of course he would carry it on
him.
"You were just kissing that guy, huh?" Yuzuru tugged the small bottle out of
Ibara's pocket, while his other hand worked the pants down Ibara's thighs.
"You never know," Ibara let out a breathless laugh, body instinctively rutting
back into Yuzuru's hand on his ass.
Yuzuru slid the other boy's boxers down with them, exposing his ass. Good
enough, he thought, pouring the lube onto his fingers and quickly pressing them
to Ibara's hole.
"Fuck, it's cold," the red head whined, glasses fogging up from his already-
raged breaths. Yuzuru didn't comment, pushing two fingers in with ease.
"Just two went in so easily," Yuzuru felt a grin tug at his lips, already
feeling his sadistic side slip out. He pushed them both in far, curling into
Ibara's sweet spot roughly and immediately.
Ibara's eyes went wide, a cry leaving his lips at the sudden shot of arousal
through his body.
"W-Wait- too fast-" Ibara groaned, head thunking back down onto the couch,
already feeling sweaty and shaky. He felt Yuzuru wiggle and scissor his
fingers, stretching Ibara wide.
"I probably don't even need to finger you," Yuzuru licked his lips, free hand
tugging at his own belt buckle, "Your hole is just ready for cock all the
time," a particular rub that made Ibara cry out loudly only made Yuzuru throb
in his pants.
"A-Ah, don't want your fingers," Ibara panted, doing his best to reach behind
himself and grab at Yuzuru's hips, "Fuck me-- Fuck I want you inside me right
now..."
Ibara felt his own dick ache between his legs, not fully free and rubbing
against his underwear. He reached for his own cock with shaky fingers, quickly
interrupted with a loud smack and a yelp from his own mouth.
"Don't touch yourself, show me how you finger yourself while I get ready,"
Yuzuru reached down into his own pocket, pulling out a condom and bringing it
to his teeth.
"Nnh- dont," Ibara tripped over his words, brain not working fast enough to
form them as he reached to shove his own fingers in his ass slowly, "No condom,
want to feel it inside," Ibara's voice came out needier than he intended,
almost feeling disgusted and ashamed by it. Almost.
"Huuh?" Yuzuru questioned, condom still between his teeth and slightly
distorting his speech, "You think I'm gonna risk that?"
Ibara only gave a frustrated whine, pulling his own fingers out and reaching to
grab at the other boy's cock and rub it against his hole, hot and heavy in his
hand, "Don't you want to fill me up? Feel how wet and t-"
Yuzuru didn't let him finish, shoving himself into Ibara without warning.
Ibara practically sobbed, the feeling of being so full hardly even processing
in his mind before Yuzuru started to pull back and thrust in again.
"You're awful," Yuzuru accentuated his words with a rough thrust, tugging at
Ibara's hair to turn his head to the side, face in sight, "A fucking whore who
asks for raw dick."
Ibara couldn't reply, only sobbed and nodded his head, body tingling at each of
Yuzuru's degrading words.
"Y-Yes, I'm only good for- I only know how to take cock," Ibara already started
to spew nonsense, which was a bad sign. His own dick throbbed, and he wanted
nothing more than to stroke himself to relieve the pressure.
Yuzuru brought his hand back, bringing it down and smacking Ibara's ass again,
blooming a nice red color quickly.
Ibara grit his teeth, fingers digging into the couch as if he was holding on
for dear life. He felt like he was, his head still spinning from the alcohol,
and his body already weak from Yuzuru's rough treatment. He loved every second
of it.
"Ah- I'm the worst," Ibara could feel himself start to drool, glasses pressing
into his face painfully when Yuzuru pushed his head into the couch more.
"Listen to you," Yuzuru slammed in hard, pushing his cock in deep and holding
it inside, leaning down to Ibara, "You're shameful, you know that?"
Ibara's eyes rolled, Yuzuru pushing in him so deep it ached and he nodded
again, licking his lips, "I know," he panted, trying to wiggle his hips back
into Yuzuru.
Yuzuru spat at Ibara and continued to thrust back into him, feeling him tighten
up around him. Ibara shuddered, everything feeling so good, being treated like
the trash he was. He couldn't help but push his hips back into Yuzuru's
thrusts, feeling the cock hit his prostate with precision.
"Fuck," Ibara groaned, reaching down to rub at his chest through his shirt,
wanting any kind of satisfaction he could get.
He was stopped by Yuzuru pulling out, flipping him over onto his back and
pushing the bend of one of Ibara's leg back so far he thought it would pull.
"Nnh, you don't usually fuck me like this, Fushimi," Ibara had to close his
eyes for a second to stop the dizziness, feeling the stretch of his pants
digging into his thighs and sure to leave marks, "You want to see my
disgraceful face?"
Yuzuru pushed himself back in, relishing in the way Ibara's head rolled to the
side, face contorting into a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Want to see what kind of humiliating faces you make while taking my cock,"
Yuzuru breathed, feeling his shirt stick to his back from sweat. His hair was
back in a ponytail, but still stuck to his face in an annoying way. He really
should have taken their clothes off, but seeing Ibara have his pants tugged
down just enough to show off his stuffed hole- Yuzuru decided the hassle was
worth it.
Ibara was being loud, and Yuzuru reached down, shoving his fingers into the
others mouth to shut him up.
"Do you want to get caught?" Yuzuru scolded him, knowing that it would only
fuel Ibara to be louder. It wasn't that Yuzuru was worried about being caught,
these noises weren't a rare occurrence here, and it wasn't as if he was scared
of the possible outcome. It was past the curfew, and the last thing he wanted
was someone kicking the door down and making them shut up.
Yuzuru slid his fingers out of Ibara's mouth, wiping them off on the other
boy's shirt.
"I-I wanna touch," Ibara whined, hands still gripping the couch tight enough
for it to rip. It squeaked with each thrust, springs worn out and creaking
under their weight.
Yuzuru reached down again, shoving up Ibara's shirt enough to expose his chest,
pinching and pulling on one of his nipples, "You can cum without being
touched," he smiled, feeling Ibara tighten around him with each tug.
"Ngh, then fuck me harder, you-" A smack across the cheek was more than enough
for Ibara to stop in his tracks, his cheek already stinging. His brain felt
like it was shaking around in his head, and Ibara heard himself laugh, feeling
his cock drip from the hit.
"Fuck- tell me I'm worthless- choke me-" Ibara couldn't stop now, his switch
flipped. He felt himself practically drooling, waiting to be disciplined,
reaching up to feel the heat of his stinging cheek, moaning loud when Yuzuru
slammed into him so hard he slid up the couch.
The fingers wrapping around Ibara's neck made him smile, pushing against them
so Yuzuru would tighten his grip. He was so close, and the slow lack of air to
his lungs was going to push him over the edge.
"Useless," Yuzuru fucked into him hard, making sure to be careful of his grip
and not to actually choke Ibara out, "You're pathetic, Ibara."
Ibara thought he passed out, orgasm hitting him so hard his eyes rolled,
spurting in his own underwear. Yuzuru continuously slammed into his sweet spot,
milking him dry with each drip of his dick.
Yuzuru released the red haired boy's neck, moving to grip his hips and go after
his own pleasure.
He thrusted into the warm tightness, feeling Ibara writhe under him with each
shove into his hole.
Ibara wanted to slow Yuzuru down, wanted to tell him how sensitive he still
was, but just groaned, throat still raw and dry from being choked.
"You want me to fill you up?" Yuzuru asked breathlessly, gripping the boy's
hips so tight it would leave bruises, "Answer me," he pulled at one of Ibara's
nipples again, causing Ibara to bite at one of his own knuckles just so he
wouldn't scream.
"F-Fill me up," Ibara's voice was rough, and he couldn't stop the loud yelp
when Yuzuru slammed into his sensitive hole a little too hard, "I want to feel
your cum inside me, want to feel it drip out-"
His words were enough to make Yuzuru cum, groaning loud as he slowed his
thrusts, feeling Ibara squeeze around him tightly, trying to get every last
drop out of him.
"So much," Ibara squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the warmth fill him to the
brim. Yuzuru shoved Ibara's sweaty hair back, leaning down to press a rather
soft kiss to his lips. Ibara returned it, lips moving slowly before Yuzuru
pulled back, sitting up and running a hand through his own long messy hair.
"Happy?" Yuzuru asked, tapping Ibara's thigh twice to say he was pulling out.
He couldn't help but spread Ibara's hole open a bit as he did, watching his own
cum ooze out onto the couch below.
"I feel like shit," Ibara threw his arm over his forehead, opening his eyes to
meet with Yuzuru's.
"One or two," Yuzuru asked, sitting on the edge of the couch and tugging his
own pants back up.
"God, two," Ibara groaned, voice still hoarse, stretching his legs out once
Yuzuru got up. It was an established system of theirs on whether or not Ibara
felt like having proper aftercare. Sometimes he wanted to be left there, loving
the idea of being used and thrown to the side, but after times like these he
really needed a two.
"Here," Yuzuru bumped the cold water bottle against Ibara's head once to get
his attention, the other boy quickly grabbing it and sitting up enough to gulp
most of it down.
Yuzuru sat back down, tugging on Ibara's pants to pull them down and off his
legs.
"Wow, you really can cum without being touched," Yuzuru actually sounded half
amused, sliding Ibara's pants off, "Well you didn't get your pants dirty.
Commando it is," he discarded the underwear and wiped Ibara down (to the best
of his abilities) before tugging Ibara's pants back up his legs, and-
"Oi." Yuzuru pouted, seeing Ibara already half asleep on the couch. He sighed,
tugging his pants up the rest of the way, and standing back up.
"I was just calling you awful to get you off, but you really are awful," Yuzuru
complained, knowing it fell upon deaf ears as he tugged Ibara's glasses off his
face and set them on the table.
Yuzuru swears he'd be an amazing caretaker, just for how often he has to take
care of Ibara. Scratching the back of his neck, he made his way to the door,
ready to pass the fuck out for the night.
"Mm, thnks' for saving me," Ibara mumbled, so quiet Yuzuru almost missed it.
"Shut up," Yuzuru left the room, feeling a small smile tug at his lips.
 
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