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Itto breathes out an overly dramatic sigh and wipes his hands on his pants. "Honestly, Gorou, you should really think about maybe gettin' some better armor. Wouldn't have to patch you up as much." Itto says, stepping away to fix his hair. The battle had gone smoothly, other than a small graze on Gorou's side. Itto isn't about to let Gorou hear the end of it, though.
Gorou simply rolls his eyes, scoffing and pointing to Itto's equally exposed stomach. "You're one to talk." He looks down, brushing his fingers over a small bandage.
Itto’s thankful Gorou didn’t push him away when he offered to patch him up. It seems the bleeding’s stopped for now. Good… Itto thinks, slipping right back into their banter with a toothy grin. "Uh huh, and who here is always getting scrapes and bruises on the field? Ain't me, that's who!" Once he’s sure his hair looks the part, he slips his comb back in his pocket and shoots Gorou a look.
Gorou growls, his ear flicking in false annoyance as he marches over to Itto. He has to crane his neck to see Itto eye to eye, but that doesn't deter him. " Maybe don't run out so quickly and mess my plans up all the time!" Gorou says, not raising his voice, but making sure his point is clear.
Itto tilts his head to the side, hand on his chin. Well, Gorou had a point. Sometimes, the thrill of impending battle spurs him on a bit too much. He shrugs. "Yeah, alright. What am I compared to the Ever-Victorious Pointy-Eared General, hm?" He asks, snorting at Gorou’s reaction. He knew just how to get the other man riled up.
Gorou's ears go flat on his head, as expected. "Don't give me that. You are plenty accomplished yourself, Oni. ” He says, shaking his head.
Itto feels a surge of affection overtake him. He laughs and reaches out, ruffling Gorou's hair in a gentle manner. "You're right about that!” He says, feeling a sense of pride at the simple acknowledgement. “C'mon, you and I've got a date with some food now that we're done here." Itto turns back to the evidence of their fight with some Treasure Hoarders and gives a low whistle at the state of what used to be their camp. The battle itself was quick, with Itto happy to have something to hit while Gorou barked out orders from above. He’s taken a liking to pairing up for odd jobs like this.
Itto notices a bit late that Gorou's already started up the path. He takes a few long strides to catch up and slips his arm over Gorou's shoulders, pulling him into his side playfully. "What'll it be, huh?" He asks, jostling Gorou a bit. "Yakisoba handmade by yours truly , Arataki 'Number One Gourmet' Itto, or you wantin' some ramen instead? Betcha I can eat more bowls than you. Just uh, no-"
"Beans, yes, I am aware." Gorou is quick to finish, apparently pleased with the overall outcome of this mission despite his earlier griping. At least, that’s what Itto decides, based on how Gorou’s tail swishes behind him as the pair walk back to the village.
Itto has observed the General for a long time, interested not only in his technical skill and excellent planning, but also his kind and friendly nature. Itto's always been drawn to such people, and Gorou is no exception. Of course, it also helps that Gorou is easy to be around; something about him just puts Itto at ease. Even if Gorou keeps declining his invitation to join the Arataki Gang, citing some nonsense about being in the military and having obligations , Itto knows Gorou will be there for him.
As they walk, Itto slides his hand up onto Gorou's neck, resting his fingers there and scratching through the hair at the nape of his neck idly. Gorou leans into the touch, pink dusting his cheeks and tail moving even faster the longer Itto pets him like this.
They end up ordering something quick to eat instead. By the time they make it back to town, both their stomachs are rumbling and neither of them feels much up to the task of cooking.
After their meal, Gorou tugs on one of Itto's straps that cross over his chest, catching Itto’s attention immediately. “Would you like to accompany me back to my room in the barracks?" Gorou shyly asks, tail wagging behind him. Atop his head, both his perky ears swivel in Itto's direction.
Oh? This is different. Itto thinks as the grin on his face widens impossibly, his sharp teeth on full display when he leans down, invading Gorou's personal space.
"I thought you'd never ask! Of course I will, but on one condition." Itto holds a finger up, wagging it in Gorou’s face to emphasize his point.
Gorou seems taken aback that Itto has conditions . Which is entirely fair, Itto thinks, as he's usually the one initiating their, ahem… extracurriculars. However, today is different. His earlier eating challenge couldn't come to fruition, so he's gotta switch things up. He puts his other hand on his hip, finger still outstretched.
"This'll be a battle like no other! I challenge you to a competition. The rules are simple: whoever can make the other person come the most, wins!" He says, suddenly lowering his body so that he and Gorou are eye-to-eye. Both of his hands are on his knees, much like his fighting stance. He wants to make sure Gorou knows he’s serious.
"Obviously that’s not gonna be a problem for me. I ain’t going down without a fight." Itto gestures at himself with his thumb, keeping his tone light and teasing. He’ll only trigger that same competitive spirit in Gorou if he acts overconfident. Although, in this case, he’s sure he can win. "So? Whaddya say? Eh? Eh ?"
Gorou blinks a few times. He clears his throat after a minute of awkward silence. "I accept. But I have my own condition.” Gorou says, watching Itto carefully.
Itto swallows, mind already racing while he searches Gorou’s eyes for any hint of what he might ask. Naturally he’s going to agree with anything Gorou wants, so why is he so nervous? His heartbeat picks up pace, anticipation making him squirm.
Eventually, Gorou must take pity on him. He moves in, cupping Itto’s lower jaw and turning his face to the side ever so slightly. Gorou’s lips brush against the shell of the Oni’s pointed ears as he talks. “Tonight, I will be fucking you instead." He says, a touch of a smirk playing in his lips when he pulls back.
Itto stands there blankly, waiting for his brain to finally catch up with his more-than-interested dick. It's been a while since anyone expressed interest in fucking him . He’s more of a ‘go with the flow’ sort of oni, and doesn’t consider himself having much of a preference either way. But the way Gorou sounded just now…it’s no wonder why Gorou's statement is affecting him so much.
So distracted by the image in his head, Itto doesn’t even notice when Gorou walks right past him towards the barracks.
Itto rights himself, trying and failing to adjust his dick so he's not frightening the townsfolk. At least not more so than usual . His pants are too loose to keep him tucked away, and as he jogs the imprint of his hard dick makes for an obscene and embarrassing display of his interest in Gorou fucking him stupid. He pointedly avoids eye contact with anyone he passes by,
Gorou's already halfway out of his armor by the time Itto pokes his head in. "Took you long enough. Have you made up your mind?" He asks, undoing a clasp and letting his shoulder piece fall to the floor. He smiles, presumably at the dumb expression Itto must have on his face.
"Well, duh. I'm here ain't I?"
Gorou laughs, a sunny sound, bright in Itto's ears and warming in his chest. Gorou's eyes cast downwards, noticing Itto's eagerness with a certain glint in his eyes. "I should warn you," He begins, tone turning more serious. "My... physiology is a bit different than you might expect."
Itto furrows his brow. "Huh? I've seen you naked loads of times. What's so different now?" He asks, already in the process of stripping off his own clothes.
Gorou snorts. "You'll figure it out soon enough." He moves to his bed as soon as he's fully undressed, sitting on the edge and leaning back seductively. His beautiful eyes are blown dark and half-lidded. Gorou's tail sits curled behind him, the tip of it swishing quietly while he watches Itto curiously. Both ears are forward and zeroed in on Itto.
Itto knows he's been staring for a long time, but he can't figure out what Gorou means. Gorou's cock looks the same: pink, half-hard and lying against his hip.
Gorou clears his throat, thighs shifting as his cock twitches and hardens further under Itto's scrutiny. Itto blinks, looking up to find Gorou with his head tilted to the side and a brow raised.
"I thought you wanted this to be a competition?" Gorou asks, taking himself in hand and stroking his cock until it's straining. His hips press upwards involuntarily the longer he keeps at it. His voice softer, deeper the next time he speaks. "It's no fun competing alone..."
Itto's pants are on the floor an instant later.
Gorou smiles and shifts further back on the bed to make room for Itto to climb over him. "That's better." He reaches up to Itto's face, raking his nails down the Oni’s jaw and feeling traces of stubble.
Itto chooses to close the gap first, crashing his lips against Gorou's and slotting himself over the man's legs like he belongs there. His hard dick drags against Gorou's thigh, making him shudder and break away from their kiss with a gasp.
"Turn around," Gorou mutters, sounding a bit too far gone already over some kissing. He's gone all raspy with a needy tone to his command, eyes dark and lips swollen. His face is flushed when Itto sneaks a look at him, surprised to find Gorou equally as affected by the promises of their competition.
Itto does as he's told, landing on his forearms and chest. He sticks his ass in the air, his thick thighs supporting him as he gets into a comfortable position. He gives Gorou a small, teasing wiggle.
The laugh building in Itto's throat quickly morphs into a moan the second Gorou touches him. Gorou's hands curl so perfectly around Itto's ass, kneading at and pulling his plush cheeks apart to gain access to his hole.
"Itto," Gorou breathes, hesitating. "Once I start, I'm not sure if I will be able to stop." He admits, sounding concerned. "I don't want to hurt you."
Itto feels a shiver race down his spine at Gorou's words. "Think that's enough to scare me away? Nah, I wanna see what you can do! Don't hold anything back." He looks over his shoulder at Gorou, catching a view of his tail wagging in anticipation. "Yeah, that's it! Don't forget our competition. Make me come, pup, I wanna ruin your sheets."
Gorou's grip on him tightens, his nails leaving marks on his skin, stinging in a way that goes straight to Itto's dick. Behind him, Gorou shifts, and Itto feels a gust of air briefly before he feels something wet, warm and slippery at his hole, nudging inside.
Itto's eyes widen as he processes what he feels. Gorou licks a wet stripe over his ass, pushing the tip inside as he moans out something Itto doesn't understand. Each pass of Gorou's tongue leaves Itto feeling wet and needy. From this alone he's already on edge, pressing back in desperation.
He swallows, voice rough. "O-oh, fuck yes…" He says, lowering his head to rest on his arms, pushing his ass out further. " More ."
Gorou doesn't need to be told twice. He scoots back up and readjusts until he's lining himself up with Itto's hole. His cock feels molten against Itto's ass, incredibly hard and steadily dripping precome. Itto feels some of it slip down the underside of his balls, a deeply erotic and teasing sensation he's already getting addicted to. He begins to doubt how long he can last when every little thing seems to almost do him in.
"Get ready," Gorou warns, smearing his cockhead against Itto's hole a few times before slowly pushing in.
The head slips inside easily enough, precome and spit barely easing the slide, but the burn works wonders on Itto. He's gasping in a combination of pain and pleasure he hasn't had in many long years.
Gorou takes his time pushing in. Inch by solid inch spears Itto in two until he feels like he can't take any more. Then Gorou bottoms out, pausing only a second to catch his breath before he starts up a pace that's quick and almost brutal.
Itto finds himself being rocked against the bed despite his size, arms splayed wide for balance while his cheek presses against the sheets. Gorou drags his cock out almost fully before he pushes back in, grunting from the effort.
Gorou's thighs smack loudly against Itto's backside, the slick sounds of their coupling filling both the room and Itto's head in a hazy way. The scent of sex permeates the air, catching in the back of Itto's throat and sending a pulse of need through his body.
Itto realizes with a start that he's never seen Gorou get like this before, animalistic and single-minded. Is this what his warning entails? If so... Itto finds he likes this side of Gorou, wants to push him to his limits more often if this is what he might get.
Inside of him, Itto feels the heat off Gorou's cock with extreme clarity. The pulse of Gorou's heartbeat connects them together in a way that Itto doesn't have the words for, he only knows he craves this now, and will think of little else until he can get what he's after.
When he feels comfortable in the rhythm Gorou's established, Itto begins to press back against his cock, tightening himself around it deliberately. "Feels fucking fantastic !" Itto cheers, aware of the mess his leaking dick is leaving on the bed with each thrust, the motion smearing his precome even on his own thighs and abs.
"Deeper, now, fuck me deeper." He turns his head, catching Gorou's eyes and gritting his teeth as he strains to lift his ass higher.
Gorou sucks in a quick breath and leans forward, shooting out one arm to hold Itto's broad shoulders down, his hand digging into the muscles of Itto's back. "Stay down." Gorou commands, tone authoritative and leaving no room for argument.
Not that Itto had any intention of moving , of course. The new angle has his ass on full display, with his back arched in a severe way. Now each time Gorou pushes in, his cock presses perfectly against Itto's prostate, milking him of his precome and making an absolute mess.
Itto swallows down an embarrassing noise, instead opting to distract himself with talking. "Oh fuck yeah, you're really into t-this, huh?" Itto asks, stumbling over a word when Gorou thrusts in particularly hard.
It's then that the situation changes. Gorou's cock starts to catch at the rim of his hole, stretching it wider and wider still. Something hot presses against him now, making Itto tense. Can he fit that all? He grunts, trying to push himself up on his arms. "Hold on, what's that? Why's it bigger now?" He doesn't get very far however, falling back down from another energetic thrust. "Mmhn, ah h-hey, Gorou, hold on, there's so much…"
Gorou does not let up, instead pushing harder against Itto's shoulders and just pounding into him, slipping his growing cock in, out, back in, over and over until Itto starts going absolutely dizzy from the pace. He needs a break, he can't keep going at this rate…
He can't let Gorou win.
On the next thrust, Itto squeezes around the base of Gorou's cock, catching him there and preventing him from pulling out. "Put it all the way in, damn it! Can't deal with this constant teasing ." Itto pushes back on Gorou, intent on taking all of whatever Gorou is about to give him.
The realization of what Itto actually asks for hits him shortly after his bratty outburst.
Gorou's tail thumps loudly on the bed as he grinds his cock against Itto's ass, ever so slowly forcing that bulbous shape at the base inside of him. The stretch is intense, far bigger than anything Itto's taken before, and definitely thicker than he expected. The hot skin of Gorou's cock tight in his ass presses and rubs against sensitive spots without letting up, making Itto light headed and on the verge of hysterical.
Gorou's hips move a certain way, and Itto clenches down on Gorou's cock involuntary, his entire body going hot and stiff as he tries his best not to come. Any movement at all would be the end for him, caught on a hair trigger…
That's what ultimately ends it for Gorou, however. Locked together like this with Itto and buried deep inside of him while Itto's walls practically ripple around his cock. Gorou collapses over Itto's back, drooling and panting as he comes, uncaring of all the noises he's making as he absolutely fills Itto up with his spend.
Some of it leaks out on its own, following the earlier path of Gorou's precome down the back of Itto's swollen balls, over his dick for a brief moment, then dripping on the sheets.
When he expects it to be done, Gorou starts to unconsciously grind into Itto, pushing his own come into him over and over. Itto could almost believe with the constant moans that Gorou keeps coming, and... maybe he does .
He tries to pull off Gorou's dick, highly stimulated but unable to come with just this grinding, and finds that he's stuck fast.
Weakly, while still bent over Itto, Gorou says, "Earlier, this is what I meant. It'll take several minutes for my knot to go down." He chuckles. "Guess this means you win round one."
Itto grins. "Yeah, and I got every intention of winning round two. Get ready," He warns with a vague sense of urgency before he braces his legs around Gorou's thighs and quickly rights the both of them. He lands Gorou on his ass while he ends up propped up neatly in Gorou's lap, his knotted cock still firmly in place and pressing against Itto’s prostate.
Gorou scrambles to find balance, his fingers squeezing Itto's hips from behind, leaving more of those raised red streaks across Itto's skin. The simple burn drives Itto wild, both from the scratches and the feeling of the knot inside of him, tugging at his hole.
"W-wait, Itto, it's too-" Any further complaints are punched out of Gorou's lungs the second Itto's hips start to move. Gorou moans, holding fast to Itto's waist and resting his forehead on his strong back, just along for the ride at this point.
Itto feels a surge of intent wash over him. He'll make Gorou come again. The cock buried in him is still hard, still swollen, and it feels absolutely amazing. Itto is reluctant to try pulling off, so he won't. Instead, he shifts his weight forward, hands on his own thighs, and begins rotating his hips, pushing Gorou's cock impossibly deep inside.
Gorou's tail thumps on the bed again, creating some sort of rhythm that Itto unconsciously matches as he rides. One of Gorou's hands slips up Itto's back and shoulders, leaving fire wherever it touches. His hand ends up in Itto's hair, fingers rubbing at the base of his red horns. Electric shocks shoot down Itto's spine and straight to his dick with a tingling under his skin.
Itto's hips stutter as he leans his head back, wordlessly asking for more as low moans catch in his throat. He can feel the pulse of Gorou's cock inside of him the second he clenches down. There's an odd tightness in his belly as Gorou fills him once again, pumping come into him as if he's no better than bitch to be bred.
Itto barely registers the sharp pain of Gorou's nails on his back. His only thought is that hand on his fucking horn, tugging his head backwards and making his dick jump. He doesn't know how long he's been coming, but there's a steady stream of it oozing down his dick. A few streaks seem to have hit further away, but Itto can't figure out when that happened, nor does he particularly care.
"Itto…" Gorou whispers, pressing his cheek into Itto's back. He sounds like he's been crying. "Please,"
Itto blinks. He didn't notice how he's been taking his pleasure from Gorou's cock even as it begins to soften inside of him. The knot has gone down enough when Itto tests it, so he leans forward and let's Gorou's cock slide out of him.
"Oh…" Gorou says in awe. "That's a lot."
Itto looks at him over his shoulder. "Gotcha to come twice already." He says with a wink.
Gorou half-heartedly smacks Itto on the ass and scrambles back in the bed, putting distance between the two of them. "You're still up for more?" He asks, incredulous, eyes wide and ears flicking back when he notices Itto's dick hasn't gone down at all. "I don't think I can…"
Itto turns fully, laughing. "Never underestimate an Oni's stamina! Besides, you've got me properly worked up now. Who told you about my horns?" He asks, cocking his head to the side as he crawls over to Gorou. "Naughty little trick ya played on me with that. I should return the favor."
Gorou shakes his head. "Sorry, I wasn't aware-"
"No apologies." Itto cuts him off and cups his face between both hands, squishing his cheeks. "You're fuckin' amazing. Now, turn over an' lemme hold you."
With that request, Gorou all but collapses on his side, eyes unfocused with a dopey smile on his face. Itto butts up alongside him, dick rubbing along Gorou's ass each time he shifts into a more comfortable position. The temptation to fuck Gorou is there, his perky ass on full display below his swishing tail. But Itto knows Gorou's in no shape for that right now. Even as he rubs himself against the cleft of Gorou's ass, he thinks of a different way to get the poor general off.
They lie like that for a few minutes, catching their breath and just sharing each other's warmth and quiet company. In a moment of tenderness, Itto presses a soft kiss to the top of Gorou's head. The kiss lands dangerously close to his ear, and a whimper builds in Gorou's throat.
Itto catches on surprisingly quickly.
He turns his head a little, breath ghosting out over the furry shell of Gorou's ear. He smiles, then brings his mouth to it, nibbling here and there. A scrape of teeth is all it takes in the end.
Gorou's reaction is instant. He reaches out behind himself with one hand, scrambling to grab any part of Itto to hold on to as he howls, squirming in Itto's arms. "A-ah, no , not you too!" He whines, his protests weak as a quick flush creeps up his neck and his spent cock gives a twitch. Itto alternates between both ears, sucking and nibbling on each in turn and reducing Gorou to a whining, crying mess.
Itto feels almost drunk on power, his dick hot and heavy between his legs. He won't penetrate Gorou, but he can still fuck him…
"Hey, lift your leg up for me." Itto says, slipping a hand under Gorou's thigh and starting to push at it. Gorou does what's asked of him without any fight, and Itto can see him gripping the sheets already for whatever's about to come. He grins and moves flush against Gorou's back, his dick sliding under Gorou's balls and his now fully hard cock. He slots between the soft and sensitive space of Gorou's thighs like he belongs there. Itto pulls his leg back down and grabs Gorou by the hips, making sure his tail isn't bent awkwardly as he starts to move.
Shallow thrusts drag the head of Itto's dick across the underside of Gorou's balls, rubbing against his taint and each time teasing him with something that never comes. Gorou is jostled around on the bed, huffing at every thrust and doing his best to keep his thighs tightly pressed together.
"Feels good," Gorou moans out, tilting his hips to the side so that his cock drags over the sheets, giving him some much needed friction. Itto watches him in amusement. If Gorou wants to speed up his loss of their competition, that's on him, as far as Itto’s concerned.
He resumes his earlier assault on Gorou's soft ears as they settle into a comfortable pace. Itto uses his dick both as stimulation and as a tease, keeping Gorou twitching like a live wire beneath him, at the Oni’s mercy. His whining never lets up, and devolves into panting, crying out, and soft whimpers of overstimulation. The inability to come even though he must, he needs to so badly .
Gorou's cock jumps, oozing out some precome and slicking Itto's own dick. The impromptu natural lube eases the slide of his cock against the underside of Gorou’s.
Itto growls, his sharp teeth switching from Gorou's ears to his neck, where he leaves small purpling bruises and teeth marks here and there. He lets go of his hold on Gorou's hip, instead sliding forward to grip his cock. The mess of precome from earlier helps glide things along with each stroke.
Gorou huffs, wiggling backwards away from the attention on his cock, but only succeeding in pushing himself further against Itto. "Mmph, Itto, I'm gonna-"
Itto slips his hand lower on Gorou's cock, squeezing the spot where his knot had grown before. Gorou hiccups out a whine, clawing desperately at the sheets and fucking into Itto's fist despite himself. Beautiful , Itto thinks, gazing down at Gorou's profile. His lips are slightly parted around a moan, eyes closed and brows knitted in concentration; like this, Gorou is immaculate.
Itto nuzzles into Gorou's neck, scenting him. "Whatcha need right now, pup?" He asks, licking a stripe up Gorou's skin, causing him to shiver.
Gorou takes a moment to respond properly. "I'm so close. Don't stop, want to feel you, pleeaasee… " The sing-song whine in his voice is unmistakable.
Were it any other time, Itto might have tried to get them off together, but this being a competition, he's determined that Gorou finishes before him. "You wanna come? Yeah?" He asks, only getting louder, more desperate whimpers in response. "C'mon then, I know you've got some left in ya, lemme see it. Think you can come for me? Be a good doggy, hm?"
Gorou growls, ears going back and flat on his head as he suddenly shoots more come halfway across the bed. "Ahh! Oh fuck, oh fuck , Itto-" Gorou swallows down a moan, tossing his head back. Rope after rope of come spurts from his cock, some of it falling on Itto's fingers, the rest making an absolute mess of the sheets.
Itto will never grow tired of this scene before him. Gorou in a post orgasm haze, Itto's name on his lips, eyes unfocused...what could be more beautiful in all the world?
Gorou twitches as Itto pulls his dick from between his thighs, stroking himself with a purpose. No more need to draw things out. He's had to come for ages, and finally he's earned his reward. He sits up on his knees, pushing Gorou flat on his stomach and pulling one of his cheeks open. The hand on his dick quickens, and then he's coming with a gasp. He presses the head of his dick against Gorou's hole, not slipping inside, no matter how badly he wants to. Just...marking him. Letting him and everyone else know who he belongs to.
When he's finally done, Itto stretches his arms over his head and lands heavily next to a prone Gorou. "Hey, you okay?" He asks, smoothing a hand down Gorou's back, ending at the base of his tail.
His fingers scratch at the fur there, and sure enough, Gorou's tail picks up speed. The man in question lies face down on the bed, head buried in one arm. He holds up his free hand instead of talking, giving Itto a thumbs up.
A wide smile settles on Itto's face as Gorou turns around and tucks his head up under Itto’s chin, his ears back. “I think you won this time.” He says sleepily, pulling Itto in closer. "But I demand a rematch soon." Gorou looks up to meet Itto's gaze, mischief clear in his expression.
Itto slides his clean hand over Gorou's hair and leans down to press a kiss on the top of Gorou's head. "I won because I'm simply the best there is. Arataki 'Numero Uno' Itto, at your service, as always."
Gorou snorts. "You don't have to use your fancy titles."
"Sure I do! How else will people know I take everything seriously?" He laughs, petting Gorou's ears and smoothing the messed up fur he left.
Gorou shakes his head and nuzzles back in closer, his tail wagging happily behind him. Itto holds Gorou like that for some time, smiling and letting the exhaustion take him over fully, and for once, without a fight.