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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ナンバカ_|_Nanbaka
  Relationship:
      Jyugo/Uno_(Nanbaka)
  Character:
      Jyugo_(Nanbaka), Uno_(Nanbaka)
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Gentle_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Overstimulation, (a_bit
      i_guess), why_are_there_no_normal_smuts_in_this_stupid_tag_im_suing_you
      all
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-10 Words: 1834
****** cordiality ******
by armethaumaturgy
Summary
     Uno is great at reading people, and Jyugo is no exception. He'd
     always been great at it, from the very start. He could always tell if
     something was awry with Jyugo, if he felt bad or wasn't joining them
     in whatever they were doing.
     That's just how he is.
Notes
     take the hell
Uno is great at reading people, and Jyugo is no exception. He'd always been
great at it, from the very start. He could always tell if something was awry
with Jyugo, if he felt bad or wasn't joining them in whatever they were doing.
That's just how he is.
And it seems his skills at people reading don't stop at gambling or daily life,
but stretch to the bedroom as well, which, honestly, Jyugo should've expected.
Not that he'd ever thought about it at any length, that may be why he didn't.
But he's glad.
He isn't sure if he could bullshit his way around this like everything else. So
having Uno's watchful gaze on him scrutinizing each of his movements is… nice.
He's not judging, that much Jyugo is certain of. He's just making sure he's
okay.
And he's watching very, very closely, because as soon as Jyugo's brows crease
with discomfort, Uno's fingers still. Uno had warned him it might burn, but
he'd been so slow and generous with the lube that there isn't any real burning
or pain, just the traces of discomfort at the foreign intrusion.
"You wanna stop?" Uno asks, hovering right above him then, staring down at
Jyugo's mismatched eyes with his intense ones, searching the glossy pair for
any nonverbal 'yes'.
Instead, Jyugo shakes his head, Uno's falling hair brushing his cheeks with the
motion and tickling him. "No! No, no, ah-" he gasps, shuffling a little. It
makes the fingers inside rub his walls (more like his whole body shifts around
them, since Uno's wrist stays still) and a small noise leave his mouth. "Just
uh… unused."
Uno hums, leaning down to press his lips against Jyugo's cherry red cheek. He
greatly enjoys the flustered look of the younger boy, making sure to memorize
the way blood rushes up to his face, coloring the pale skin up to his ears, the
glossy shine to his eyes, changing the shade with each blink it seems, and then
the way Jyugo's cock bobs a little with each one of his stuttered, labored
breaths.
"Just tell me if anything is wrong," Uno reminds him, intent on making his
first time as best as he can. He scoots back, gathering his hair and pulling it
over his shoulder and out of the way. His fingers pull out softly, listening to
the way Jyugo sucks in a breath through his grit teeth, hips rising up to meet
Uno as he pushes them back inside.
He works on opening him up, pulling the fingers apart as he drags them over the
soft, velvety walls, careful of his nails not to hurt him. With each push and
pull, Jyugo's breaths get faster and shorter, hands twisting in the sheets and
toes curling.
Uno's other hand encircles the leaking erection, dragging up and down with the
aid of precum. Jyugo's eyes fall shut, mouth opening and a groan cutting of
halfway as his voice breaks. A smile curls on Uno's lips.
He teases the ring of muscle with another finger, gently prodding as the two
keep going in and out. It barely dips inside, no more than the very fingertip,
the blond's eyes moving up to keep track of Jyugo's face. Slowly, gradually,
the third finger joins inside, Jyugo's opening stretching to accommodate all of
them.
"Fuck! More-" Jyugo cries, after the ache subsides and he's only left with the
warm feeling of being filled, and the hot sensation of Uno's hand fisting his
cock. "Please-!"
Who is Uno not to listen? He starts moving the fingers, fluid motions of the
wrist pumping them in and out in time with how he jerks Jyugo. The boy is putty
in his arms, arching his back almost off the futon. It's absolutely delectable.
Jyugo is reduced to a mess of whimpers and moans within a few short minutes,
any words lost to the amount of gasps and noises pouring out of his puffy,
reddened, kiss-swollen lips.
He's probably close. Uno slowly pulls out his fingers, leaving the boy gaping
and whining at the loss without even being aware of the noise escaping him. He
stops stroking his cock as well, bringing his wet hand up and lapping at the
precum clinging to his skin to clean it. He still wipes both hands on the
covers before he cups Jyugo's flaming cheeks.
Their lips meet in a hot kiss, not even long since Jyugo tilts his head to the
side to gasp for air, but Uno chases him, pressing a line of kisses across his
jaw to capture his lips again, over and over as Jyugo pants and lays there,
letting him ravage his mouth with a dexterous tongue, running over teeth and
gums and meshing with Jyugo's own tongue.
"Doing okay?" Uno asks, trailing his hands down Jyugo's sides, fingertips
ghosting over the numerous tattoos, bringing goosebumps to the skin.
Jyugo shifts, spreading his legs further, knees bracketing Uno's hips. "I was
almost done," he mutters darkly, without any real heat to his words, "Why'd you
stop?"
"Well, if you came, we couldn't keep going," Uno explains, bracing himself on
his elbows, hair falling over them both like a curtain, hiding them from the
outside world. "And I thought you wanted to keep going?" he asks, grounding
down so their cocks rub together.
Jyugo gasps, hands flying up to wrap around Uno's shoulders, holding him close
as he can while pressing his face into the crook of his neck. His nails bite
into the soft skin at Uno's nape and into his own wrist, pleasure spiking up
his spine as their cocks slide together, wet with precum. Jyugo bucks up,
taking great pride as a Uno makes a soft, pleased groan.
"I want to keep going!" Jyugo says, sounding almost offended. "Get on with it
already!"
Uno laughs, pushing himself up and grasping Jyugo's thighs, pulling him up.
"Move the pillow under your neck, I don't want you to hurt tomorrow," he says,
and Jyugo complies, grabbing the pillow and clumsily maneuvering it underneath
himself. Only when he gets himself comfortable does Uno reach for the bottle of
lube (which he won from Yamato by betting. Somehow, Jyugo wasn't even surprised
to hear that).
He pours a generous amount of the clear liquid onto his palm, slicking up his
cock. Jyugo watches with hungry eyes, understanding as Uno nudges his right
thigh. He moves it up, resting it over his shoulder. Uno smiles down at him,
positioning his cock with one hand, the other digging fingers into Jyugo's
thigh, leaving behind faint red-tinted marks.
The head of his cock presses against Jyugo's opening. The black haired boy's
breath stutters, stopping as he waits, staring down between them as Uno's cock
slowly sinks into him, the head pushing inside with little resistance. Jyugo
moans and Uno stops.
They stay like that, staring at each other as they breathe deeply (or try to,
in Jyugo's case) and Uno waits for Jyugo to give him the go ahead.
The warmth of Uno's cock is breathtaking, really, and it takes a few moments
for Jyugo to get used to the feeling. Again, it doesn't hurt, but it's
definitely unusual and a little uncomfortable, but the stretch fades quickly
and Jyugo moves his hips experimentally, gasping as it pushes Uno's cock inside
a little further.
Uno takes the cue with no trouble, pulling his hips back to push back in,
pushing more and more of his length in with each tiny thrust. Soon enough, he's
bottomed out, chest heaving as his nails dig into the smaller boy's skin,
leaving crescent-shaped marks all over the bony hips.
They start out slow, but even slow is more than enough for Jyugo, whose hands
get lost in the covers, trembling as he gets overwhelmed by just how full he
feels, Uno's cock stretching him in the best of ways, warming his already hot
insides even more.
"Uno!" he cries, arching sharply into the next thrusts. Uno groans, forcing his
eyes to open from where they'd fallen closed from the intense pleasure so he
can watch Jyugo's face contort in pleasure, brows creasing and lips opening in
cries and teeth biting down on them the very next second.
They fall into a rhythm, neither slow nor fast, but Uno drives into Jyugo's
heat with hard thrusts, noting the way his walls clench down on him on some
thrusts, along with the higher pitched whines. He does his best to angle his
hips up and brush against the other's prostate, but it's hard when his sweaty
palms keep slipping from Jyugo's thighs and hips.
It doesn't seem to matter much, as Jyugo cries, tears slinging to his lashes
and sweat rolling down his skin. Uno pats himself on the back - metaphorically,
of course - and allows his own eyes to finally slip closed, enjoying the spine-
tingling pleasure coursing through his nerve endings.
One of his hands slips down to take ahold of Jyugo's cock again, stroking it
with sloppy jerks, barely in time with his thrusts, but still more than enough
for Jyugo's cries to get even louder than before, somehow.
When Jyugo comes, it's loud and harsh and fast, back arching off the futon,
toes curling almost painfully as a scream of Uno's name tears from his vocal
chords. His cum splatters his own and Uno's abdomens, ropes of white standing
out of the sweat-covered skin.
Uno strokes him through the orgasm, his pace slowing down until he pulls out
altogether, accompanied by Jyugo's high-pitched whine. Jyugo slumps back
against the futon, chest heaving harshly as he fight to regain his lost breath.
His eyes flutter open, tiny droplets of tears still clinging to the lashes
before he blinks them away, zeroing in on Uno stroking himself, looking at him
with nothing sort of a blissful look.
Jyugo is sure his own matches it.
"Love you," Uno breathes quietly as he cums, spilling across his hand (already
covered in Jyugo's cum) and Jyugo's abdomen. Their cum mixes on the boy's
stomach until they can't tell the ropes of white apart.
Uno stays still on his knees for a minute, breathing through the pleasure and
the aftershocks. When he opens his eyes again and meets Jyugo's, their soft
smiles are identical.
 Jyugo's cheeks are still the color of ripe tomatoes, though, especially as he
whispers, "I love you too."
Uno's eyes soften, crinkling at the corners from how wide his smile is. He
pushes his sweat-slicked hair aside and leans down to press a kiss to Jyugo's
debauched lips. "I'll get something to clean us with," he promises, untangling
Jyugo's legs from where they're still wrapped around his waist and resting on
his shoulder.
Jyugo watches him as he gets a rag and returns to wipe him off, body feeling
boneless as well as weightless. He could get used to this, he thinks as Uno's
too-gentle hands wipe him off. He could definitely get used to this.
 
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