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Hanma’s eyes glued to Draken’s motions. He keeps pushing his thumb even more until Ken’s teeth are scratching his skin.

"You look so fucking hot like this… shit, we should have done this sooner…"

He pulls his hand away, bringing his own thumb to his mouth to lick the remains of Ken’s taste, and then, he brings that same hand to stroke his own hard on.

"Come on baby…" He lowers his voice, as if he were too embarrassed to hear himself calling him baby. What was that? When he became that cheesy? What will be next? Giggling like a school girl with her crush?

And he snorts at this this thought. Thanks God Draken can’t hear his thoughts.

But yes, it wasn’t the first time Hanma smiled when he talked or thought about Draken.

Hanma presses his hand on the other’s shoulder for a while and then moves his hand to Draken’s face, guiding him to his crotch. Not pushing too harsh, just slowly.

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draken was still not used to clubbing. the heavy bass that vibrates in his fucking bones and the head piercing noise which people call music and of course the strobing lights that are definitely an epileptic's nightmare; all of these annoy draken. emma drags him along with her and her girlfriends almost every week for sometime now. he never says no, of course, it's the question of the girls' safety. he would do anything. but he'd really prefer if they toned down on their "we are young and freeee!" spree.

the environment wasn't the only problem. draken has grown up with a shrine full of noisy, testosterone filled teenage boys. he has grown up alongside violence. and his sleeps were lulled by banging of the bed against the wall and a cacophony of fake moans and screams. noise doesn't bother him, it was never the true reason.

it was him. shuji fucking hanma. draken doesn't understand why exactly he bothers him. or maybe he knows, but doesn't want to accept it.

because who in their right mind would find that eldritch creature to be attractive? draken thinks he has definitely lost his mind.

"we are gonna go on the dance floor!" emma exclaims as she takes the girls on the crowded, sweaty stage lit up by lights underneath. he watches as she immediately draws eyes and starts dancing with another girl who seems a little too much into the blonde. draken chuckles as he shakes his head. but the reprieve doesn't last long. of course it doesn't. draken rolls his eyes. there it is, the fucking annoying and kinda attractive (?) voice of shuji hanma.

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Thud. Thud. Thud.

The ball returns after hitting the wall, and Nishinoya hits it back. He forgot the keys of the gym. And now he is waiting outside. The buzzing sounds of the cicadas were sounding in a nonstop for the whole day.

Uhg…

Noya swears that he could fill a glass with all the sweat of his shirt… stupid heat wave… but he is warming up before the training, but damnit, would have been better if his dumb head would have not forgotten the keys. He just waits Hinata brings the copy he own.

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Here or Discord 💜

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@mokarpblog IS THE BEST TOKYO REV ROLEPLAYER SHE GETS THIS 🏆 AS AN AWARD

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Hanma lets out a small laughter. Like this. This is how he likes it. Passion with amusement. What’s the point of share a moment with someone if you can’t have fun? His lips smashes Draken’s, hungrily kissing him sometimes, softer seconds after. Gasping low.

Hanma is pushed. And his gold eyes look up to look for the black ones. Hanma’s looking at him in awe, but quickly, he realizes, finding himself too astonished by the beauty at just few inches away from his face. And grins. Happy. Joyful.

He has no time. Draken disappears from his sight flying down across his body, and his eyes follows the figure of the man, letting him do what he pleases. He is not going to stop him. Of course not.

Come on…

Sin lands on Draken’s shoulder.

Do it…

Punishment tugs the shirt up exposing more of his lanky but toned body.

Stop teasing motherfucker…

Hanma bucks his hips upwards looking for more contact. All the cockiness is gone for few seconds when Draken’s mouth is dangerously close to his cock. So close yet so far. And the giggles returns. Softer this time. "C’mon Ken… give me your pretty mouth" Hanma’s hand slides from his shoulder to cup Draken’s chin, pushing his thumb past his lips. "Suck my cock and leave me dry, I’ll let you cum inside my ass if you do~ deal?"

Hanma winks him an eye, pushing his thumb even more and caressing Draken’s tongue with the pad of his finger. So warm, wet, tender, a delight.

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draken was still not used to clubbing. the heavy bass that vibrates in his fucking bones and the head piercing noise which people call music and of course the strobing lights that are definitely an epileptic's nightmare; all of these annoy draken. emma drags him along with her and her girlfriends almost every week for sometime now. he never says no, of course, it's the question of the girls' safety. he would do anything. but he'd really prefer if they toned down on their "we are young and freeee!" spree.

the environment wasn't the only problem. draken has grown up with a shrine full of noisy, testosterone filled teenage boys. he has grown up alongside violence. and his sleeps were lulled by banging of the bed against the wall and a cacophony of fake moans and screams. noise doesn't bother him, it was never the true reason.

it was him. shuji fucking hanma. draken doesn't understand why exactly he bothers him. or maybe he knows, but doesn't want to accept it.

because who in their right mind would find that eldritch creature to be attractive? draken thinks he has definitely lost his mind.

"we are gonna go on the dance floor!" emma exclaims as she takes the girls on the crowded, sweaty stage lit up by lights underneath. he watches as she immediately draws eyes and starts dancing with another girl who seems a little too much into the blonde. draken chuckles as he shakes his head. but the reprieve doesn't last long. of course it doesn't. draken rolls his eyes. there it is, the fucking annoying and kinda attractive (?) voice of shuji hanma.

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Hanma’s hand squeezes the handful of Draken’s behind. Fucking hell. This is therapeutic.

Hanma could squeeze Draken’s ass like a stress ball all day long. He keeps rubbing his nose and lips on Draken’s temple. Unconsciously. Unaware of why he’s doing that. Feels nice. Draken’s scent is making him drunk. And the feeling of his hard big dick on his hand is not helping at all. "You don’t know a shit, Ken" Hanma’s cocky voice sounds as a whisper, removing his hand from inside of Ken’s pants, reluctantly releasing his dick, but, taking the back of his neck to smash his lips again on his. "You better keep my mouth busy, either with your mouth or your dick, dragon boy~"

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draken was still not used to clubbing. the heavy bass that vibrates in his fucking bones and the head piercing noise which people call music and of course the strobing lights that are definitely an epileptic's nightmare; all of these annoy draken. emma drags him along with her and her girlfriends almost every week for sometime now. he never says no, of course, it's the question of the girls' safety. he would do anything. but he'd really prefer if they toned down on their "we are young and freeee!" spree.

the environment wasn't the only problem. draken has grown up with a shrine full of noisy, testosterone filled teenage boys. he has grown up alongside violence. and his sleeps were lulled by banging of the bed against the wall and a cacophony of fake moans and screams. noise doesn't bother him, it was never the true reason.

it was him. shuji fucking hanma. draken doesn't understand why exactly he bothers him. or maybe he knows, but doesn't want to accept it.

because who in their right mind would find that eldritch creature to be attractive? draken thinks he has definitely lost his mind.

"we are gonna go on the dance floor!" emma exclaims as she takes the girls on the crowded, sweaty stage lit up by lights underneath. he watches as she immediately draws eyes and starts dancing with another girl who seems a little too much into the blonde. draken chuckles as he shakes his head. but the reprieve doesn't last long. of course it doesn't. draken rolls his eyes. there it is, the fucking annoying and kinda attractive (?) voice of shuji hanma.

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How I imagine Geto in the fics

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That sound, that moan was music for Hanma’s ears. And now, he was aiming to listen again. He continued, delighting himself with Draken’s neck and letting his hand wander on the dragon man’s body, caressing his side…

Until he was pushed back to the floor, Hanma laughs but it gets lost in a pleasured sigh when Draken attacks him, when it’s his flesh the one that it’s now prey to the other’s bites.

"Oh… shit…" His leg wraps Draken’s, and his hand lands automatically on his ass, being the one on the bottom side gives him that benefit, to have his hands free to use for what he wants. "I want to hate you, but you are making it too difficult for me, Ken…" His name slips. Without noticing it. How his movements slowly transform. From anger, from dominance into one's more needy, looking for something more than ‘just being the one in charge in that casual fuck’.

So he tilts his head, kissing what he reaches from that position, Draken’s temple, his dragon. While his hand sneaks between them to unbutton his pants, and slips his hand inside his pants.

Hanma’s fingers don’t have to dive too deep because they soon reach the hard-on, gripping it firmly. "Oh fuck…" That’s big.

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draken was still not used to clubbing. the heavy bass that vibrates in his fucking bones and the head piercing noise which people call music and of course the strobing lights that are definitely an epileptic's nightmare; all of these annoy draken. emma drags him along with her and her girlfriends almost every week for sometime now. he never says no, of course, it's the question of the girls' safety. he would do anything. but he'd really prefer if they toned down on their "we are young and freeee!" spree.

the environment wasn't the only problem. draken has grown up with a shrine full of noisy, testosterone filled teenage boys. he has grown up alongside violence. and his sleeps were lulled by banging of the bed against the wall and a cacophony of fake moans and screams. noise doesn't bother him, it was never the true reason.

it was him. shuji fucking hanma. draken doesn't understand why exactly he bothers him. or maybe he knows, but doesn't want to accept it.

because who in their right mind would find that eldritch creature to be attractive? draken thinks he has definitely lost his mind.

"we are gonna go on the dance floor!" emma exclaims as she takes the girls on the crowded, sweaty stage lit up by lights underneath. he watches as she immediately draws eyes and starts dancing with another girl who seems a little too much into the blonde. draken chuckles as he shakes his head. but the reprieve doesn't last long. of course it doesn't. draken rolls his eyes. there it is, the fucking annoying and kinda attractive (?) voice of shuji hanma.

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I've said I'm going to draw all the Mikey's. Slicked back hair. I didn't give him the tattoo because Draken is standing right beside him.

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His arms pulls him closer. His shitty grin still plastered on his face. Shit. That was close.

Hanma forces himself a laughter to show he is still in control. "You bark a lot but don’t bite~"

Without thinking too much, Hanma brings his mouth to Draken’s neck. Burying his face there to suck a hickey on the man’s skin a little bit before to make them roll on the floor to switch positions and be able to have more control by sitting on Draken’s stomach and continue his work with leaving more marks on Draken’s neck with his teeth.

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draken was still not used to clubbing. the heavy bass that vibrates in his fucking bones and the head piercing noise which people call music and of course the strobing lights that are definitely an epileptic's nightmare; all of these annoy draken. emma drags him along with her and her girlfriends almost every week for sometime now. he never says no, of course, it's the question of the girls' safety. he would do anything. but he'd really prefer if they toned down on their "we are young and freeee!" spree.

the environment wasn't the only problem. draken has grown up with a shrine full of noisy, testosterone filled teenage boys. he has grown up alongside violence. and his sleeps were lulled by banging of the bed against the wall and a cacophony of fake moans and screams. noise doesn't bother him, it was never the true reason.

it was him. shuji fucking hanma. draken doesn't understand why exactly he bothers him. or maybe he knows, but doesn't want to accept it.

because who in their right mind would find that eldritch creature to be attractive? draken thinks he has definitely lost his mind.

"we are gonna go on the dance floor!" emma exclaims as she takes the girls on the crowded, sweaty stage lit up by lights underneath. he watches as she immediately draws eyes and starts dancing with another girl who seems a little too much into the blonde. draken chuckles as he shakes his head. but the reprieve doesn't last long. of course it doesn't. draken rolls his eyes. there it is, the fucking annoying and kinda attractive (?) voice of shuji hanma.

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The drink is refreshing. Not as much as Natsuko’s presence. The talk goes easy, as always. After so many years of being friends, it's not to be expected. Noya feels that with Natsuko he'd have no problem talking about anything.

"Uhm?" Noya approaches with interest. Not caring a single bit about the librarian. "But that’s not what they said!" His voice was slowly increasing of volume. Unconsciously.

The libero immediately takes his phone out, tapping on the screen until he finds the article he read.

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After have spent the last two hours closed in the classroom, Noya can finally go out to breathe fresh air. This reinforcement class was absurd, the teacher couldn’t be more boring. He takes out his phone and starts texting his friend.

Ooiii, you don’t forget about the library in half hour. Gonna grab a soda first from the vending machine. Me and my brain are melting

With this, Noya shoves his backpack onto his shoulder and heads toward the library. It’s a good thing that the vending machine is just right before arriving.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Manga), 東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draken | Ryuuguuji Ken/Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi, Draken | Ryuuguuji Ken & Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi Characters: Draken | Ryuuguuji Ken, Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, Romance, Friends to Lovers, mentions of dead character, Takemichi uses silly t-shirts, Draken is possessive with his bike, Awkward Sex, Awkward Romance, Awkward First Times, First Kiss, blowjob, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings, Top Draken, Bottom Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi, Power Bottom Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi, Fluff, A little of angst, Idiots in Love, i canr believe I wrote this in 3 days, doratake Summary:

Draken and Takemichi working and living together… as friends…

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Busy week at work. I want Sunday to come *sobs

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