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TOWA  ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

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I have more of ‘em, too. All over my body.

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Chiral Night Towa

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Oh to be collared and controlled by him, to be watched and obsessed over and have every thought replaced with only the religion of his existence

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Another Towa meme for the soul

Based on that one Ariana Grande pic

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For the few moments of lack of motion from his partner, Towa pushed his hips more forcefully against him. Granted it wasn't straight back, but rather in partial circular motions. His body was beginning to tremble beneath the touch of his lover.

The return of the grip around his shaft wrung another gasp from him. With ministrations like these, it wouldn't take much longer for him to find release. Towa's tongue had found its way out of his mouth as labored breathing took place of his words.

"Yah-hah--~" he slurred, which could be taken as an affirmative. "M-uch--! Make me cum hubby-- make me cum--" One could certainly say at this point, Towa had lost all sense of his previous self to utter things like this. But then again, he did have little qualms about saying whatever he needed to to get the desired response under normal circumstances.

Sitting down in the living room on a couch, the painter took a drag from the cigarette pinched in between his fingers. The ashen haze leaving his lips in a cloud as the white noise of the TV plays in the background. He could hear something going on in the kitchen now and then, but kept out of the way.

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Towa couldn't remember if Adachi had ever called him that before, but it certainly egged him on further, his shaft pulsing at each name he was called in turn. What would give his reaction away, was not the feeling, but the voice.

Loud and broken.

Stuttered and detracted.

The heat and pressure from Tohru's lips elicited a gasp, as the sports he was going after in this heightened state were more than sensitive.

But his husband was speaking to him, and he refused to disobey.

"You know I-- mmph--! I love your cock m-my hus-hus-band. I need it to cum..." he stuttered out as his hips pushed back against his partners.

Never once in his sober mind did he think he would say those words out loud and mean them to any capacity, but by god if he didn't mean it right now, he could be struck dead in that instant.

Sitting down in the living room on a couch, the painter took a drag from the cigarette pinched in between his fingers. The ashen haze leaving his lips in a cloud as the white noise of the TV plays in the background. He could hear something going on in the kitchen now and then, but kept out of the way.

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Rei Drama

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From above to below.

Towa had moved faster than his muddied brain could comprehend. Not that it bothered him. If anything, this was an even better position to be in because his partner could access more of him, and did so with fervor.

As Adachi bade, Towa responded without thought.

"So bad-- so very bad Aah! oh fuck--!" as he was interrupted by Adachi speaking to him again.

His nails went to grip the usually unused sheets beneath them both, the dust aggravating his throat, causing him to cough a little. But this did not deter a response.

"I'd take your cock anywhere, anytime -- all day because-- I believe it too. You're the perfect-- fuck!" as he started to push back, Adachi brought him closer. His eyes were unfocused as his head lulled back onto Adachi's shoulder.

"Hus-- band... You're hot-- make me hot too-- You call me-- so good-- so hot-- need you please need you--!" the garbled mess that was starting to fall from Towa's lips was what he needed more than he knew at first.

To be fucked until he couldn't form words, even better to not be able to think other than what his partner put in front of him. He would do so many things right now. Call Tohru anything he wanted, do anything he asked of him, all just because he told him to do it in this state of mind he put Towa in.

Sitting down in the living room on a couch, the painter took a drag from the cigarette pinched in between his fingers. The ashen haze leaving his lips in a cloud as the white noise of the TV plays in the background. He could hear something going on in the kitchen now and then, but kept out of the way.

@blxxd-oaths

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When Towa indicated that he was a masochist it ran deeper than just the physical. At his partner's teasing, it sent a thrill through him like an electric shock. If he could beg for it, whatever Tohru was teasing him about, he would do it right now.

He was playing dumb, that's what it was.

He was the one that told him it was his job to please Towa. Remembering that had him panting. Breath by breath like the beat of his heart, all in exasperated effort. It was like Adachi was pumping his cock by the words he said in this moment.

It just sounded, no-- felt so damn good.

And once he finally did enter Towa, his head lulled back and he cried out a whimper of a moan. His fingers dug into whatever they could reach as he was pulled down to lock lips with his partner's.

And as he warned, those two words brought a shiver to wrack through his lithe form. He couldn't stop himself after that. He used his thighs to propel himself up and down on Adachi's shaft. Fucking himself as thick ropes of viscus white came to cover them both.

But Towa didn't stop.

"Y-yes," he breathed through his climax. "More-- don't you dare stop--! I need you-- Haah! fuck I need you--!"

Sitting down in the living room on a couch, the painter took a drag from the cigarette pinched in between his fingers. The ashen haze leaving his lips in a cloud as the white noise of the TV plays in the background. He could hear something going on in the kitchen now and then, but kept out of the way.

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Taku End

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I have more of ‘em, too. All over my body.

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🥃

It was nothing that Towa had to think about. He cared little for letting people know about him unless there was something for him to gain from it, so he took the shot without hesitation. Free liquor was always a way to get him to do a lot of things he normally wouldn't.

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Let’s play a drinking game!

For every 🥃 my muse gets– they have to either answer a personal fact about themselves…. Or take a shot!

For those who like to play a more daring version, they have to take a shot AND choose a victim to pass the drink onto (via tagging)!

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Another day, another cigarette.

The smoke winding in sleek patterns as the air around it bade. The filter nestled between Towa's index and middle of his right hand. It was a few hours after opening, about 8pm when the painter had arrived at the bar he frequented called Roost.

The manager of the bar had just set him down a whiskey on the rocks over a crimson coaster with the bar's signature logo. A ram's head with two sets of horns. It was mostly uneventful at this time, Towa usually being one of the few around this time to get a drink during the week. But that was his life. Find things to entertain himself until he could head to Roost.

And to this he pressed the filter to his lips and inhaled. Sucking in a breath of air, he then released the ashen haze just below him.

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A drop of sweat dripped from Towa's hairline as Adachi slid he threaded his fingers in. They weren't even having sex, not even really touching each other, but Towa's body was reacting as if they were in the middle of a good, hard fuck. He would have been confused by this if he could think coherently.

"Say it again--" as he nuzzled into the touch of the hand caressing near his face. "What you called me before..." he struggled to form the words.

And with this he fumbled with Adachi's slacks to get them off as he continued. "Say that when you're inside me--"

The heat was clouding his brain like a fog as the thought of getting railed in this state caused his incisor to bite down into his bottom lip. "I'll cum-- I'll cum so hard all over your cock." he breathed, as his focus began to drift.

Sitting down in the living room on a couch, the painter took a drag from the cigarette pinched in between his fingers. The ashen haze leaving his lips in a cloud as the white noise of the TV plays in the background. He could hear something going on in the kitchen now and then, but kept out of the way.

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