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Arataki Itto does not typically find himself to be someone who hesitates. Fueled by base instincts from his Oni bloodline and his constant goal to become better, to become stronger, he couldn’t risk hesitation. What would his gang members think of him if he refused to dive in and face his problems head-on? What would Grandma Oni think? What… would he think of him?
Love confessions shouldn’t be so difficult. They aren’t in theory, and yet the idea of spilling his feelings makes his stomach turn, as if he might spill the contents of his stomach instead. So, he went the coward’s route and wrote a letter. Even the concept of that makes him feel scared, but at least he can’t make a fool out of himself when he is eventually rejected. It will be easier to not have to accept the news in person, face to face. Easier to get over it, and maybe get over himself about it all while he’s at it.
He’s broken from his thoughts when a voice pipes up from next to him.
“Itto? Are you okay? You haven’t said anything for a while now.”
Turning to face the other, Itto shakes his head. “I’m fine, I promise. Just thinkin’,” he lies, and it’s obvious. But out of courtesy or maybe something else entirely, the reason he’s experiencing this all in the first place, Gorou, doesn’t press the subject.
“If, um, you’re certain. I just don’t want to leave on a bad note, y’know? I’m going to be gone for a while, and I really don’t know when I’ll be back.” Gorou had mentioned this before, which is the reason why Itto even wants to get this off his chest. It feels so selfish to wait until the last minute like this, especially with the other planning on setting off in the morning. “I don’t really want to leave, but… I promised Kokomi I would be there to keep her safe.”
That’s what he keeps saying. That he doesn’t want to go, that he made a promise. But what about Itto? What about all the promises they made to each other? Does that really mean nothing now? Did Gorou simply forget? Isn’t there anyone else Kokomi could have chosen?
“Yeah, I know.” Itto tries to fight the frown that’s pulling at his lips. It’s rare to ever see him anything but chipper, but it’s hard to pretend that he doesn’t care. Being carefree is exhausting at a time like this. “I think my food just isn’t settling well or something. I… think I’m gonna head to bed early. You know where to find me if you need me, okay?” He forces a smile for Gorou, who looks visibly dejected. Guilt pangs at the bottom of his stomach, but he ignores it, heading back to his tent (that was originally temporary, but then Gorou came along and he figured he could settle in one place for once).
He didn’t forget about the letter that was probably getting even more crumpled in his pocket. He’d give it to Gorou right before he leaves, so he won’t have time to read it in front of him. So he won’t have time to turn him down.
Archons, this is so annoying. The Arataki Itto, wallowing in his self pity? He probably looks ridiculous right now. Letting out a heavy sigh, he undresses until he is simply wearing his pants, accessories in a neat pile on the pseudo desk he has been using. He brushes his hair, then ties it up, and finally allows himself to relax. As much as he can right now, that is. He stares at the ceiling of his tent for ages, hoping to maybe sleep the feeling off, but sleep never comes. He can hear the crickets grow louder, and then can hear Gorou putting his things away in his neighboring tent. It’s so unbearably quiet for a while. And then, suddenly, it isn’t.
Gorou walks in without warning. He looks irritated, determined, and exhausted. “Itto. We need to talk. And you’re not going to avoid me this time.” He’s using the tone of voice he uses when he means business, the very same he has used when relaying battle strategies to his soldiers, the same he’d used when Itto fell out of a tree once trying to grab an especially large onikabuto and shattered his knee, the same he’d used when he found out Itto had purposefully challenged Yae Miko to a ramen eating contest full of tofu. This voice was meant to command, to strike fear even, but all it does is make Itto feel an extreme fondness in his chest.
Weakly, he relents. “Okay.”
“Okay? That’s all you have to say right now? Seriously?” Gorou, somehow, looks more irritated than before.
Itto doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything at all.
Gorou groans, the sound reverberating in his chest in a way that it almost sounds like a growl. His ears are lowered, but not in submission or extreme excitement. He’s mad. “You really don’t get it at all, do you? I-- I’ve been hinting for months now, almost a full year. And I thought that maybe, maybe you were picking up on it. I mean, you responded how I hoped you would, but it never led to anything ever. What can I do to make you understand? Do I just have to outright say it? Will that do it?”
Itto stares up at Gorou, eyes wide. He’s halfway sitting up, and even though Gorou is so much smaller, he can feel his anger radiate off of him as he looms over him.
“I can’t believe I waited this fucking long to say it, but…” Gorou sucks in a breath through his teeth. “I’m in love with you. Clearly-- clearly you don’t feel the same, because you’ve been avoiding me all week, no matter how many times I’ve asked to have a serious conversation with you. But I couldn’t just leave without saying anything.” He’s breathing heavily now, chest rising and falling quickly. “So, there. I said it. I’m going to bed now.”
Itto can barely process everything as fast as it’s coming at him. His head is swimming with emotions. Guilt, anger, sadness, relief, anxiety. But he can’t take time to think right now. He has to do something or Gorou is going to leave and that’s going to be the end of it. Rushing to his feet (and nearly slipping on his tatami mat), he grabs Gorou’s wrist. “Wait, please.” The other flinches hard when he’s touched, nearly jumping out of his skin. “Don’t… don’t leave yet. Please?”
Gorou’s tail is curled between his legs. “...Okay.”
Sighing in relief, Itto slowly lets go of Gorou’s arm. He tries not to think too hard about how his hand wrapped so easily around his wrist, instead staring down at the other. “...I don’t know how to say what I’m thinking right now. There’s a lot going on in my head,” he admits.
“...I have time.”
Itto shakes his head. “Not a lot.” Wiping the building sweat off his hands onto his pants, he then takes Gorou’s hands into his own. “Do you trust me?”
Gorou frowns. “Yeah. You should know that already.”
Itto smiles faintly. “Good.” Using Gorou’s hands as leverage, he pulls him closer, watching as his ears perk up with alertness. Swallowing down his nerves, he leans down and presses a slightly off center kiss to the other’s lips. He goes to pull away when Gorou wriggles out of his grip, but then he’s tugged closer by those very same arms, adjusting the kiss to be properly aligned. It’s hard to not get immediately carried away after holding back for so long. But Itto exerts self control, instead breaking away, maintaining their closeness all the while. “Gorou, I… love you ,” he murmurs, looking for any sort of negative emotion in Gorou’s teal eyes.
“Yeah?” Gorou asks, clearly a little dumbfounded.
“Yeah.”
All other thoughts thrown out the window, Gorou is pulling Itto back down for another, much longer kiss. Well, really it’s kiss after another kiss, feeling Gorou’s slightly chapped lips meld against his own over and over. It’s not a surprise to either of them when it grows heated, Itto finding himself desperate to taste as much of the inside of Gorou’s mouth as physically possible. When Gorou pulls back to suck in some air, he takes the opportunity to reposition them entirely.
Itto grins as he looms over Gorou, who he has laid on top of his tatami mat. “You’re so cute, Go-chan. I’ve been thinking about this for so long. Been thinking about you for so long.”
Gorou’s tail is wagging hard, making a thud every time it hits the ground. He’s very embarrassed about it, face flushed, eyes averting away from Itto.
“Aww, what’s the matter, pup? Your tail is so cute, it’s nothing to be ashamed of!” Itto teases, knowing the exact response he’s going to get.
Puffing his cheeks out, Gorou huffs out his reply. “I’m not cute, I’m a war general.”
Itto chuckles. “Who said you can’t be both, hm?” One of his hands reaches up to rub at Gorou’s ears, feeling his own face flush when the other whimpers in response. “Heheh, didn’t know you were sensitive there. I wonder what else will make you make noises like that…?”
Gorou squirms underneath Itto, but makes no effort to get away. If he really wanted him to stop, he was plenty strong enough to push him away, not mentioning that Itto would stop at even the smallest “no'' in response. “Please…”
“Please what? You’ve gotta use your words, baby. I’m not a mind reader.” Itto moves his hand from his ears down to caress his face. “I’ll do whatever you like. You just gotta say it.”
Eyes clouded with arousal, Gorou wriggles so that his legs are the ones straddling Itto’s, then lifts his hips up to press up against him. “Touch me, please.”
Normally he’d keep going, but after months of holding back, he really doesn’t have that sort of patience. Itto takes the opportunity to peel Gorou’s sleep shorts off of him, along with his underwear. The sight underneath goes straight to his dick. Yes, he’s seen the other mostly nude multiple times, but it doesn’t mean it ever changed his reaction. However, this was his first time seeing Gorou’s lower half completely nude. In between his strong, pale thighs he’s practically dripping wet, enlarged clitoris standing at attention. Itto really can’t tell if it’s natural lubrication or slick -- it would be really inconvenient if he accidentally brought on Gorou’s heat cycle early.
Minding his nails, Itto carefully takes Gorou’s clit in between his forefinger and middle finger, slowly stroking up and down. The noise he makes is something he’s unsure he’ll be able to get out of his head for weeks at minimum. His dick throbs when he keeps receiving even more noises just like that one, pupils gone wide from arousal. “You’re such a good boy for me, Gorou. You’re doing so good.”
Gorou eats the praise right up, breathy moans spilling past his lips in response. “More. Want you, please,” he blabbers, spreading his legs further. And who is Itto to tell him no? He’s certain there’s next to nothing that could dissuade him from it now, actually. He takes away the fingers from Gorou’s dick, licking them clean before fumbling with his pants, in too much of an excited rush to move them more than just enough to release his dick. It’s now that he realizes just how big he is in comparison to Gorou, his erection nearly the size of the other’s forearm. Biting his lip, he makes eye contact with the other.
“Um… do you really think it’s gonna fit? Should I stretch you out?” Itto asks, looking for any sort of distress in Gorou’s eyes. It never comes.
“Been practicing in case this ever happened. Just fuck me already,” Gorou replies, serious tone peeking through his words.
Itto knows Gorou wouldn’t be irresponsible enough to put himself in danger, so he decides to trust his word. Lining up with his entrance, he pushes in. There’s a little resistance, as to be expected, but not nearly as much as he had expected. And god, does it feel amazing to be inside of him. He’s so warm and wet and he can feel his clit throb against him. “Holy shit,” he moans out, watching as he sinks into him down to the hilt, unsure if he’s more aroused or impressed. “You weren’t kidding, huh.”
Unable to form words, Gorou simply nods his head, already looking so fucked out. Itto thanks whatever Archon decided to bless them with privacy this evening, because he wants to hear every noise Gorou has to offer.
“I’m gonna move now. If you need me to stop, just pinch me or something, okay?” Itto asks, and as soon as he’s gotten the okay, he slowly starts moving his hips, exhaling an explicative. He’s had sex many times before this, but none of it compared to how he was feeling right now. He slowly picks up the pace, but keeps it slow, watching every expression Gorou makes in response, trying to commit it all to memory. However, neither of them have the patience to stay at such a languid pace, if not already evident by the way Gorou’s hips keep rocking to meet Itto’s.
Biting his lip, Itto grips the base of each of Gorou’s thighs, then presses them down to the ground on either side of Gorou, effectively putting him into a mating press position. This way, he’d be forced to keep his hips still. “Relax. Let me take care of you, Gorou,” he purrs out before resuming thrusting, going much harder and faster than before. He pumps in and out with ease, hearing Gorou’s moans quickly escalate in volume. Right now he’s never been more thankful to be in shape, because he’s certain it would be easy to have one’s legs grow tired in this position. “My good boy. Taking me so well.”
It doesn’t take long for Gorou to be grasping at Itto desperately, weakly trying to grind up against him. “Need to cum, gonna cum, Itto, Itto, please,” he gasps out, eyes wide. Remembering something he’d heard in passing about those who are part canine (and definitely not intended for his ears), he leans down, wetting his sharp fangs, then bites down hard on the junction where Gorou’s neck meets his shoulder. That seems to do the trick, as it has Gorou sobbing with pleasure as he cums, muscles tensing up. Itto normally could go on so much longer before he needed to cum, but all of this was just so much.
Moving to pull out, he’s quickly stopped by a pair of very strong legs. “Inside,” Gorou demands in that commanding tone Itto is so weak to. He quickly returns to fucking into Gorou, moaning between every breath.
“Gonna fill you up, gonna breed you. Is that what you want, puppy?” Itto slurs, feeling his head swim.
“ Please. ”
Itto cums hard, pumping Gorou full, so much so that it’s leaking out, even with the two of them still very much connected. He has a few more weak thrusts in him before he’s spent, sucking in air once it finally hits him how hard he’d been going. Gently, he laps at the bite he’d given Gorou, tasting the faintest hint of blood. “You did so good, baby. So good.”
Gorou can’t seem to find words, so instead he nuzzles against Itto, arms wrapping around his neck.
Itto presses kisses to Gorou’s neck before breaking their embrace to pull out. His pants are most definitely ruined, but he has plenty of spares. As for his tatami mat… he should probably buy a new one.
After shimmying out of his pants, he lays next to Gorou and pulls him close, running his fingers through his hair, careful to avoid his ears. Even though he feels so wonderful, because he’s wanted this for so long, he can’t help but feel anxious. Is Gorou still going to leave in the morning? If he doesn’t, what is he going to do? Will Kokomi demote him?
It seems Itto isn’t very good at not being an open book, because Gorou decides to try and quell his anxieties. “...I was only planning on leaving if you denied my confession, if I’m being honest,” he mumbles, finger tracing shapes on one of Itto’s pectorals. “Kokomi doesn’t need me to accompany her, I-- I lied about that. She’ll have plenty of soldiers to protect her. I just… couldn’t really deal with my emotions and it felt like the only option. She won’t be worried if I don’t show up tomorrow.”
Laughing, Itto bumps his forehead against Gorou’s. “I was planning on giving some dumb note right before you left. So I don’t think either of us were expecting this, huh?”
Gorou shakes his head. “Yeah, I guess not… besides, um… I really didn’t dislike the biting but, uh… it’s a specific mating thing for my people and… I think it might have brought on my heat?”
Itto grins. “Oh, is that so? Are you saying what I think you are?” He squeezes one of Gorou’s thighs, eyes half lidded. “You need a round two?”
Blushing, Gorou avoids Itto’s stare. “Um… I’m probably going to need way more than that, actually…”
Excitement stirring in his lower belly, Itto pulls Gorou flush against him.
“Well, we’ve got plenty of time to make up for. Might as well get started, hm?”