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Gorou's first impression upon meeting Itto is, admittedly, not very good.
He'd been rather infamous to begin with- talk about him amongst Kokomi's army a frequent topic of debate in particular, given that he's- at least in his own writing, across the various bulletin boards across all of Inazuma - Kujou Sara's greatest adversary and enemy.
What Gorou initially gathers, in the way that he's now done for years as a military personnel, is that Itto has a penchant for deliberately misbehaving and generally causing some form of utter chaos wherever he goes.
He lives up to his reputation, Gorou begrudgingly comes to find, which had only been a little exaggerated- in challenging three of Gorou's most dependable men to a drinking contest in a small bar tucked away in the city. He's loud, even over the babble and bustle of the pub, and Gorou rubs at his temples as he nurses his drink and what feels like an oncoming headache.
Predictably, Itto challenges the General, too, at some point- which at first Gorou has the courtesy to at least politely decline, before moving onto slightly less friendly tactics whilst struggling to maintain the composure his men expect him to.
Gorou thinks that the half-Oni is in desperate need of training- he tells him this, somewhere along the way, to which Itto tauntingly replies, "But surely, how could there be anyone better to train me than the General of the Sangonomiya troops himself?"
In public, they display a largely one-sided rivalry. Gorou is refined and mature enough not to play into Itto’s taunts and jeers- who insists on fighting everyone, himself included. For months he’d rejected him without showing so much of a trace of emotion- composure was important to Gorou, as a member of his species, who could derail all too easily.
But, one day, when finally, with Itto’s large arm wrapped around his shoulders, Gorou finally accepted his proposal- the shock on Itto’s face had been palpable.
Itto had lost, of course- with Gorou being a legitimate adversary to even Kujou Sara, whom Itto had also lost to- but it had been no easy feat. It ended with Gorou straddling the much larger man, his ears pressed flat against his hair, tail whipping back and forth behind him in aggravation with his teeth bared and eyes narrowed- panting heavily- both of them covered in dirt and grass and newly formed bruises.
And for the very first time since Gorou had met him, Itto was speechless- the brightest flush across his deceptively soft face, and something, something burned low in Gorou’s stomach, and he thought to himself, internally, ‘ Oh fuck. Fuck’
And what Gorou should have done, had he been in his right mind, was leave and allow Itto to nurse his bruised ego privately.
But high on adrenaline, serotonin, and pure testosterone, Gorou fell victim to his more primal urges and reached for the Oni’s wrists, pinning them down beside his head, teeth still bared as he leaned down and scented him.
And not just a bump of his nose- not just a subtle gesture that could have been mistaken for something else- No. Gorou buried his face in Itto’s neck and breathed him in deeply, audibly, trailing his nose along Itto’s jawline and and down the long column of his neck, down to the leather of his collar- his tail lazily waving back and forth in the air behind him. Through it all, Itto remained stalk-still- afraid to move a muscle.
And not out of genuine fear, not because he was scared of Gorou, or feared for his safety, but rather because he was terrified of breaking whatever spell had come over the other hybrid, and having Gorou resume ignoring him and his not-so-subtle attempts at flirting. Inevitably, things would go back to how they were normally, but if he had Gorou like this on top of him for just a few moments longer, panting, sweaty, irate and beautiful- perhaps it could sustain him for some time afterwards.
It struck him then that this was both a side of Gorou not many had had the privilege of witnessing, alongside a side of Gorou that he didn't often allow to even come to the surface- a crying shame, truly- more than anyone else Gorou knew, Itto knew what it was like to give into your base, primal instincts, and what it meant to do so in an intimate setting.
It was nearly the ultimate form of trust for a hybrid- allowing their more human consciousness, bound by human restrictions, rules, and constructs, to slip away- the fleeting moment shared between two men who both understood this concept quite well.
And maybe that's what allowed Gorou to let his guard down- consciously or not.
For a short time, there in the clearing, the sun long having begun to set, they coexisted together as not men, but hybrids- Itto as half-Oni, and Gorou as half-canine. Gorou took his time, scenting him, and every muscle in Itto's body protested as he kept his hands at his sides- wanting nothing more than to reverse their positions and do the same- right before marking him and then breeding him full, however impossible that may have been.
In truth, Itto didn't know enough about Gorou to make an educated guess. Gorou's race was a bit of a mystery, their affairs and behaviors largely being deeply private, for only them and their mates to understand and learn. But then again- the same could be said for hybrids like himself.
Itto wondered, for a short time, whether Gorou would allow him to get that close to him.
Realistically, this was the closest he could ever get to someone as distant and private as Gorou, and it was highly probable that the other hybrid would never speak to him again after Itto witnessed his temporary lapse in self control and good judgement. Gorou laughed and joked with his friends and men, but Itto wasn't his friend, nor his enemy.
While both hybrids, they still weren't the same, and Itto should have known better than to allow his mind to wander down such a treacherous path with a dog hybrid still straddling him, as perceptive and observant as ever to subtle changes in scent and atmosphere.
First, Gorou had scented arousal on the Oni's skin- a sweet, musky scent now soured by an unfamiliar sort of fear.
Halfway down the Oni's chest, Gorou paused and slowly made to sit up.
Itto may have not been able to read the atmosphere, but Gorou certainly could.
"Hey," Gorou rasped, and Itto inhaled sharply, broken from his trance and eyes searching.
"Stop that," He murmured, a gentle command, and Itto's lips parted in surprise.
The confusion must have registered, because Gorou leaned back down to brace his arms beside the Oni's head again, fingers curling into thick locks of silver and red hair as he peered directly into his eyes.
Itto took note of a few things when this occurred.
Firstly, Gorou's ears were perked, fluttering subtly with the breeze around them.
Secondly, Gorou's pupils were blown wider than before, and his vivid, enchanting cerulean eyes were glassy.
Thirdly, Gorou's hard cock was pressed against Itto's upper abdomen.
Gorou wrinkled his nose to demonstrate his distaste as he spoke, "You're anxious, suddenly," he began, expression softening again. "Anxiousness and fear smell… Off. So stop that. Use your words, Itto." He spoke matter-of-factly, as if it was the most obvious conclusion to draw.
Admitting to his fear would be a blow to his pride, and Gorou commanding him like a dog both turned him on and ignited something inside of him.
“You can try to deny it, but you can’t fool me. Scents don’t lie, and you have a hard time composing yourself.” He continued, bluntly, and Itto sputtered, finally making a sound after minutes of complete, uncharacteristic silence. He wasn't wrong - but that didn't make it burn his pride any less.
Itto could only scoff in indignation, averting his eyes.
"I didn't… Expect to ever be in this situation," Itto reluctantly admitted, "With you," he added quickly, and the telltale blush adorning his face was enough to allow Gorou's composure crack- a slight smirk on his lips.
"No? And yet…" Gorou slunk back, and Itto suddenly got the stomach-fluttering sensation of falling as the little general planted himself directly in his lap, an eyebrow arched and both hands planted on the Oni's bare chest, "You like it."
Gorou gave a cursory bounce in his lap , and Itto couldn't muffle his groan- "You like it very much," Gorou pointed out, and it was all Itto could do to nod dumbly.
"I do, fuck, yeah, I do," he cursed, his hands coming up to Gorou's hips- touch tentative, as though still unsure of his position. Was this allowed?
Itto was a renowned trouble-maker- Obnoxious, boisterous, Infamous, and utterly insufferable.
And yet here his confidence fell short- something that had been instilled in him from a young age ringing through his head.
'You're an Oni, Itto.' His father had stated on numerous occasions, 'You belong with your own kind. ' He hadn't understood it, at the time- what his father had actually meant.
He hadn't understood it until much, much later- Itto was strikingly popular with human women in particular, growing up- remarkably tall and handsome for his age.
And yet not even the most adventurous ones could he bed- shock being the most prevalent reaction upon seeing how inhumanly big his cock was- go figure.
Even one as confident as Itto Arataki could only take so much- he'd grown to be somewhat embarrassed about it, and the comments that had followed him well into adulthood, feeling like some sort of spectacle.
He'd understood, then, what his father had meant- he could only be with other Onis simply because no one else could handle him.
"Okay," Gorou murmured softly, shaking Itto from his reverie as he climbed off of him with a huff, Itto sitting up and wincing.
"Okay?" Itto reiterated.
Gorou placed a hand on his cocked hip, looking at him expectantly, a coy, inviting smile on his face. "Get up, and follow me."
The confusion still read clearly across Itto's expressive features- but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and found himself dumbly trailing after him.
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It was worth taking into consideration that Gorou was not at all the stoic man Itto had always thought of him to be- stern and professional, yes, but also easily excitable, friendly, and impulsive at times.
Kokomi reminded him of this regularly- that Gorou got too carried away, sometimes- especially when the adrenaline jump-started the primal, animal part of his brain- the part of his brain that only wanted one of three things, sometimes simultaneously-
Fight, Kill, and Breed.
Itto triggered that part of his brain whenever he was nearby, but Gorou prided himself in suppressing that part of himself far too much to let it slip.
Being around Itto had always been, to some extent, painful.
Because Itto had no idea what it did to Gorou when he touched him, got too close to him, or challenged him to a fight- as if begging him to assert dominance- and if he did, he'd given Gorou no indication of such, and so Gorou avoided being alone with the Oni at all costs; lest he do something he'd regret.
His fight with Itto had been like a switch going off- the first time they'd ever been alone together, with nothing to obscure the Oni's rich scent, followed shortly thereafter, in the midst of their fight, by unmistakable arousal.
And when he'd won, Gorou's triumph satiated one primal part of his brain, while the scent of Itto's arousal had unlocked another- which is why Itto's distress, while Gorou had literally been scenting him, had been perplexing.
Itto blindly followed Gorou further into the forest until, finally, they reached a trove of Inazuman Sakura trees- perpetually in bloom, with pink petals scattering in the gentle breeze intermittently. A subtle, sweet scent lingered in the air, with the sound of a nearby running stream forming a chorus with the idle chirping of birds- it was peaceful, and, if Itto didn't know any better- romantic.
He still wasn't certain what, exactly, he'd followed Gorou there for- and wasn't aware he'd even stopped until he bumped right into him- before laughing sheepishly and attempting to take a few steps back.
But Gorou stopped him- fisting the tails of his sleeveless overcoat and drawing him even closer- the tips of their boots touching, and fronts aligned.
The sight was almost comical- With Gorou's head barely reaching his chest- the other hybrid needing to crane his neck in order to peer into his face- where Itto realized a delightful flush was dusting Gorou's soft cheeks.
Finally, while still afraid to ruin the the atmosphere, as he so commonly did with his chronic inability to read the room, Itto spoke- concentrating hard on keeping his voice down to a reasonable volume, "Gorou," He began, wetting his lips, "I don't read signs well, so you're going to have to- Ah!" Itto choked out as a hand gripped his hardening cock through his grey trousers- his face flushing and throat growing dry.
"What is the Oni part of you saying, Itto?" Gorou purred , rubbing his cheek against the Oni's bare chest with a contented little sound.
Itto couldn't reasonably believe that this was the same Gorou as before- the same one who hadn't even wanted to be in the same room as him, prior to today- but while still apprehensive, with their extreme size difference taken into consideration, Itto decided to do something he'd always been scolded for, growing up; take Gorou's words and actions at face value, without any regard for hidden messages or signs that had always been too complex for him to wrap his head around.
Tentatively, he brought a hand up to Gorou's back- covering almost all of the exposed skin there.
"The Oni part of me…" He squeezed Gorou's waist, his hand easily covering most of it, and the shudder that the action elicited didn't go unnoticed. "Wants to ruin you, General Gorou," He rasped, an uncertain smile on his face- the words were a matter of fact, but speaking them aloud like this gave them weight. Gave them truth - like he was admitting it to himself, and to Gorou now, too- what the demon side of him was demanding.
It was liberating, in a way, and hearing the little gasp he earned in response was enough to encourage him to continue.
"For anyone else. For any other man, so no one else can ever touch you," he continued, a little more bold, and Gorou's breath hitched audibly, eyes almost visibly glazing over as a shudder ran through his smaller body, deft hands undoing Itto's belt and slipping into the front of his pants.
Itto hissed when cool, small hands wrapped around his cock- not even close to touching, but making a real effort nonetheless.
"That's what the Oni part of me… Wants me to do to you, Gorou. The rest… I'll have to show you," he supplied, confidence becoming more apparent in the face of his little crush not so much as flinching at his words. "General Gorou," Itto teased, "You never struck me as someone this desperate before- surely you could have just about anyone you wanted?"
Gorou's eyes narrowed a fraction, but his hands didn't stop moving, and he tilted his head up only a small amount to catch his gaze, reaching up with one hand to cup his jaw and trail a thumb over his bottom lip.
"I'm a long… Long way from home, Itto," Gorou confessed, "And more than anyone, I feel like you should understand my predicament."
Itto, admittedly, didn't quite understand the implication- but he had a feeling he would, very shortly.
And just as quickly, the touch, and body heat was gone- Itto releasing a disgruntled sound and watching as Gorou stepped back.
The sound died in his throat, though- watching as the smaller man began undressing, right there in the open- making quick work of his armor and clothing until he was left in virtually nothing at all- the exception being the little paw-print emblazoned, tasseled collar. Once again, he closed the distance between them- arching up on the very tips of his toes to wrap his arms around the back of Itto's neck to pull him down- the Oni eyeing him curiously, before the general began undressing him in turn- leaving him clad only in the studded leather collar holding his vision and his already opened trousers.
It was tame, and yet intimate, slowly being undressed, heated skin caressed both by Gorou's soft hands and the gentle breeze, arms returning to their position around Itto's neck, and the Oni released a startled laugh when the much smaller man used his grasp to brace himself as his bare feet left the ground and his legs came up to hug the Oni's hips. Itto's hand instinctively came up to support him- one spanned across his back, and the other holding one thigh.
Try as he might, Gorou's feet couldn't even touch at his back, with his legs wrapped around him- and while he already knew Itto was big, every new revelation just served to send another pleasant tingle to his gut. All the while, his tail lazily wagged behind him.
Kissing Gorou wasn't the most graceful thing, not once Gorou's lips parted and Itto's tongue slipped into his mouth, the general tilting his head to prevent their noses from bumping- soon descending into an open-mouthed, sloppy battle of aggression, both men panting softly as their teeth clacked together and saliva dripped down Gorou's chin, eyes shut in concentration. They parted, finally, with Gorou leaving a cursory nip to Itto's bottom lip as he peered into his face.
"Have you ever fucked someone while standing up before, Itto?" He purred- something like danger tickling at Itto's hindbrain.
Itto shook his head, eyebrows furrowed as he easily adjusted the tiny general's weight in his hands, lifting him up a little further, Gorou's cock sandwiched against- and nearly between- the Oni's firm tits.
And even then, this brought the general's face just barely above eye level.
Gorou's eyes slipped shut as he rutted against his chest with a groan, biting his lower lip and Inhaling shakily, before his eyes fluttered open again.
"Would you like to try?" He asked, almost innocuously, if not for the fact that they were both mostly naked, and very, very turned on.
Itto didn't have any qualms with that, but before he nodded, Gorou cleared his throat, a smug expression on his face, "You know what? I bet you can't fuck me while standing up, Oni," He amended, and Itto's eyes narrowed.
A challenge.
Gorou really knew how to speak his love language.
Itto sneered, baring his teeth, and he took pride in the sound of surprise he elicited from Gorou when he easily manipulated his body to turn him around- his back now pressed against Itto's chest, with the Oni's large hands holding him up just by his obscenely spread thighs.
"You sure about that, Kitten ?" Itto teased, nuzzling his nose against the back of one twitching, furred ear before blowing hot air against it, causing the other hybrid to squirm in his grasp.
Gorou was, in fact, fully aware of just what the Oni could all do with- no, to him- as sweat dripped down from his temple and he hastily, if not a bit awkwardly, reached down to free Itto's cock from the confines of his trousers- gasping audibly when it immediately sprung up- thick and hard, slapping against Gorou's abdomen. He'd already touched it, he'd already felt it throb in his hands- but seeing it… Seeing it was something else entirely. Watching the way it twitched against his stomach, reaching well past his belly button, hands coming down to partially wrap around it's girth again.
The Oni's cock wasn't perfectly smooth- it wasn't just a scaled-up version of a human cock- instead adorned with a series of small protruding barb-like bumps around a portion of his cock, nestled just beneath the thick crown- the smooth shaft of his girth tapering outward- with a two rows of thick, knot-like protrusions near the very base. The full visual very shortly had something like realization dawning on him- the knowledge of just what an Oni cock was built for in particular prompting his brain to short circuit as that primal part of his brain made itself known once more- this time, nearly reducing him to incoherency.
He’d later conclude that his intuition had been right, and that there was a distinct reason the canine part of his subconscious was so attracted to the half-oni.
For what better partner could there be for him than someone who was fully capable of fucking, filling, and breeding him?
A soft whine escaped his throat, tail twitching where it was sandwiched between the Oni's chest and his own back as his pupils dilated and he felt himself clench down around a sudden, perceptible, aching emptiness inside of him.
And as Gorou made several conclusions, so too did Itto, as he temporarily drew away one of the hands gripping the hybrid's splayed thighs, after he'd slid it a little further up, and it had come away wet.
His first assumption was that it was sweat, until he splayed his fingers out, and the clear, sticky slick webbed between his fingers like, and left a glossy sheen when he tried wiping it on Gorou's thigh.
While he'd been with women and people without dicks, and was familiar enough with the concept of natural self lubrication- Gorou was very much male.
And yet, the Oni part of him was chanting two words, like a mantra, in his head; breed , and mate.
Suddenly, Gorou blindly reached behind him to sling an arm around Itto's shoulders the best he could, hand scrabbling for purchase, nails biting into the skin near his clavicle, while he held the Oni's cock in the other.
"What… What are you doing-" Itto began, cautiously- eyes widening when he realized that Gorou was positioning the head of his cock against his entrance already, his slick leaking down the shaft- hands unconsciously squeezing the other hybrid's thighs, painted nails biting into the soft skin as his own breath hitched.
"It's not going to fit!" Itto hissed, panic causing his heart to race, because Gorou was seemingly in a trance- the outside world going largely unnoticed, if not just exceptionally well ignored- and about to potentially severely injure himself just for the sake of getting the Oni's ridiculously big cock inside of him.
Gorou bared his teeth when the Oni gripped his jaw in one hand and forcefully turned his face to look at him- something dangerous in the general's eyes, as though Itto had inadvertently challenged him whilst speaking out of concern.
"Yes it will, Oni, " He hissed, and with his eyes clenched in concentration, after jerking his head out of the Oni's grasp, Gorou slowly sank down onto his cock.
There was resistance initially, of course- but the pained sound that was emitted was in fact from Itto himself as the tight, wet, overwhelming heat first surrounded the tip of his cock. Itto felt his knees go weak- because Gorou didn't stop there- slowly, agonizingly fitting more and more of Itto's fat cock inside of his tight little hole.
A third of the way, and the bulge in his flat tummy was already clearly visible, Gorou's eyes rolling back as the barbs trailed along his inner walls- aided by the presence of how fucking wet Itto had made him, his inner muscles pliant and yielding.
Itto's nails raked along the other hybrid's skin- the tendons between where his legs and hips met were drawn taut as his fair thighs trembled in the Oni's grasp from the strain.
Not from taking him, but from holding himself up enough to take him slowly .
"Fuck," Itto cursed, releasing a pained little whine, "Fuck, you're perfect, you're taking me- you're taking me so well-" Itto babbled as Gorou virtually strangled his cock- but did so happily , soft little contented whines and pants escaping the little general intermittently.
Suddenly, Gorou's earlier sentiment repeated itself in his head, 'Im a long way from home, Itto ,' he'd stated, not ten minutes prior, and it then occured to him- as the hybrid's cheeks met his abdomen, the Oni's cock now sheathed entirely inside of him, with Gorou's hand idly stroking the bump it formed in his tummy as he panted, speechless, and virtually fucked stupid already- that Gorou almost certainly had been implying that human cocks weren't big enough for him.
"You're made for this, aren't you?" Itto groaned, and Gorou didn't respond.
Itto couldn't say he fully understood what had come over him, or that he knew where it would lead, but what he did know was that Gorou had miraculously managed to take his entire cock inside of his comparatively tiny body without so much of an ounce of hesitation or trepidation.
He finally earned a response when, using his grip on Gorou's thighs for leverage, the Oni slowly began lifting him off of his cock- Gorou releasing a displeased sound and squirming in his grasp, only for the wind to virtually be knocked out of him as Itto easily sheathed him back down on his cock again.
Sweating, and panting softly against Gorou’s neck from exertion, Itto released a breathless little laugh, a grin finding his face as delectable little gasps and mewls escaped the smaller man with each movement, each shift, and thrust, of Itto’s cock inside of him. “You had- Ah,” itto cursed inwardly, taking a breath, “You had so much to say, earlier, puppy,” he teased, “Where’s all your big words now? Are you already fucked stupid?” Itto punctuated his statement with a particularly hard thrust, all the way until the base, and Gorou screamed - every muscle in his body suddenly contracting as he squeezed and unclenched around cock spasmodically while Itto held him through his orgasm. His cock remained dry- still red, and throbbing, and when the Oni pulled out half-way, a sudden almost gush of clear slick spilled out around where just the top half of his cock was plugging him- soaking Itto’s pants, alongside a slowly growing puddle on the ground beneath their feet.
“ Fuck,” Itto grunted, taking up his earlier pace again and slowly fucking in and out of him- Gorou’s head lolling against his shoulder as he panted heavily- left only to moan and whine as he panted like a bitch in heat. “Did you just squirt around my cock, puppy?” Itto crooned, voice strained. “Did I make you feel that good?”
To his surprise, Gorou nodded- panting out a barely intelligible, slurred, but audible, “Yes, yes, S-so deep.”
The switch in power dynamics between them was truly something to behold- and when Itto was fully coherent, perhaps he’d remember what it felt like to have the general readily, happily submit himself to him like that- Itto in full control of the situation and his body as he used him like a cock-sleeve, easily bouncing him on his entire length, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of Gorou’s exhausted body- the whites of his eyes only visible and his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted, drool dripping down his chin, body completely boneless and pliant in Itto’s grasp.
He was slightly surprised, to see the general had a side like this- Itto’s more primal side was certainly more brutish than how he usually behaved, but was still befitting of his usual temperament and hotheadedness, whereas Gorou’s…. Gorou’s wasn’t anything like the proud, upright general of the Sanganomiya troops who’d insisted that the Oni be properly trained.
It was apparent, though, even through the lust-addled haze, where all he could think about was sex, that Itto had been played.
Not in a malevolent, or cruel way.
Not in a way that didn’t benefit him, or a way that harmed him- no. Gorou had played him in the sense that he knew exactly what he needed to do in order to get what he wanted from him without it seeming too odd or out of character. A beneficial side-effect was that Itto just so happened to want the very same thing.
Even with his level of stamina, Itto could only go on for so long with the tight, wet heat of the general’s hole wrapped around him before he needed to come- his balls swollen and full. Gorou seemed to be in a similar predicament, though he’d reached several earth-shattering climaxes, it seemed whatever allowed for this to begin with- so easily taking the Oni’s cock without even being fingered , not a trace of blood, nor tears from his eyes, alongside however the copious amounts of slick his body produced through what seemed like a heat or rut-induced stupor, operated independently from his cock.
Itto nuzzled into the back of one of Gorou’s furred ears, teeth teasing it and earning what sounded suspiciously like a squeal, “Touch yourself, pup,” he urged, and as if on command, Gorou’s hand came up to grip his own cock, eyes clenched shut and nails digging bloody half-crescents into Itto’s shoulder as he turned to tuck his face into Itto’s neck as the Oni’s length throbbed inside of him, and finally, with a few more shallow thrusts, the reddened- swollen rim of Gorou’s hole taking in the fullest part of the knot-like ridges near the base of his length, Itto came with an elongated, low groan- the bulge in Gorou’s tummy growing, his stomach swelling almost alarmingly with the Oni’s first load, as cum spurted out of his own cock as he came silently- hard enough that he passed out, going lax in Itto’s grasp.
He handled him carefully, delicately- guilt sneaking up on him when his nails came away encrusted with fresh and dried blood from where they’d raked into Gorou’s thighs as he’d gradually lost any semblance of composure, and carefully made to settle on the forest floor with the general seated in his lap- unconscious, but somehow radiating contentedness all the same. Itto had to wait a few minutes, until his cock softened enough that he could pull out without turning the tiny thing inside out in the process.
When Itto’s cock finally slipped free, Gorou’s decision to fuck outside suddenly made a striking amount of sense; he’d been fully aware just how much of a mess they’d make, as cum and slick initially poured out of his poor fucked-open hole.
Gorou came too shortly thereafter, whining softly, groggily, as he took stock of his body, and the situation, alongside the insatiable heat still burning at his core.
Itto made to stop him when the general carefully clambered out of his grasp to get on his hands and knees before him, looking back at him over his shoulder almost… Expectantly.
Itto’s lips parted in disbelief- in no time at all, before even Itto quite was, Gorou was ready to go again- his tail lazily waving back and forth as he wiggled his ass and slowly lowered his upper body to the ground, bracing his forehead against his forearms.
“You’re going to kill me, pup,” Itto grumbled as he took up the silent invitation and positioned the head of his swelling cock against his entrance once again- earning an almost insultingly pleased little gasp when he sheathed himself entirely in one go, as if he wasn’t taking something literally twice the size of his forearm inside of him again.
“Mhm,” Gorou mumbled contentedly, “Looking forward to it.”
Itto learned shortly thereafter that Gorou’s tail was a weak-spot, and that he could stand up on his knees completely if he lifted him by the base of it, with one hand holding him up by his thigh.
Itto wasn’t sure how long they fucked- but he knew that by the time they were finally both exhausted, and Itto had had to forcefully stop Gorou from sinking down onto his cock again before getting them both some much-needed water- the sun had started rising, filtering in through the sakura trees, and illuminating the scene.
They rinsed off in the near-by stream before dressing again- Itto’s trousers were encrusted with dried slick, but he wasn’t about to walk back to his place bare-assed- and despite the depravity of it all, despite how carnal and obscene they both had been, it was oddly... Domestic.
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Itto wasn’t entirely certain where things would go from there- but he also wasn’t afraid to admit it. Not after Gorou had demonstrated that he wanted Itto to say exactly what was on his mind and what he was feeling.
Gorou sent him a long, considering look, remarkably well composed now, and walking, as they made the trek back through the forest.
“If nothing else,” Gorou began, wetting his lips, tail swaying behind him in a way that betrayed his nerves, “We’ve established- and demonstrated- that this could be a mutually beneficial arrangement,” He paused, as though waiting with baited breath for the Oni to disagree, but he only nodded in agreement.
“And... “ He continued, voice a little softer, more vulnerable, “I enjoy your company, and being with you, like we were, felt… Really good.”
The warmth that had bled into Gorou’s voice made his heart throb, and Itto realized, with no shortage of worry, that he could be in danger.
Gorou suddenly stopped walking, turning around and approaching him, leaving them toe-to-toe again, as he reached up to adjust the collar of Itto’s overcoat, a blush dusting his cheeks and his ears flattening against his head as he chanced a glance upwards to peer into Itto’s ruby eyes, radiating the same fire and passion that they always did, but also, perhaps, something more.
“And I mean that as Gorou,” He clarified insistently, “But also as the part of me that wants to claw its way out whenever you’re nearby. I don’t want to think about what that means,” He continued, something like fear making itself known. “But I also know that rejecting and denying it will do me more harm than good- and because I already l-like you… I would-” He cut himself off, “Fuck, why is this so difficult?” He laughed at himself in disbelief, and Itto’s hands came up to grab his hands, rubbing slow circles into his wrists.
“You don’t have to say anything else,” Itto input softly, “I just need you to tell me whether or not you want to see me again, or if you’d prefer I leave you alone.”
Alarm registered itself on Gorou’s face, “Alone?” He echoed impulsively, “Why would I want you to leave me alone?”
“I…. Don’t know?” Itto added, “I know sometimes people don’t exactly mean what they say, and even if it’ll hurt my feelings, I need you to be blunt with me.”
“Oh,” Gorou nodded dumbly, eyes searching silently for a few seconds before he stood up on the tips of his toes to plant his hands on Itto’s shoulders- the Oni obediently lowering his head, and happily reciprocating the kiss Gorou planted on his lips in place of conveying what he wanted to say through words.
“I don’t want that,” Gorou needlessly amended, “And I want to see you again,” He lowered himself back down onto the soles of his feet, clearing his throat and shaking his head, “Are we uh... Clear?”
“I think so,” Itto returned before he started walking again, the general walking beside him.
“I do have a few questions, though. You’ll have to pardon me for being crass.”
Gorou answered him with silence, a flush taking over his face again before he begrudgingly nodded.
“What happened to you… Where you got insanely horny all of a sudden- is that- is that normal? Like is that an all-the-time thing? Because I can totally work with that if it is-”
“Shut up,” Gorou hissed instead, despite having agreed to answering the Oni’s questions, “It’s… I was very pent up, and it happens, sometimes,” He wet his lips, sighing aloud, “It’s a benign sort of… Mating response. Not the same as being in heat or rut, but it was strong enough before to be comparable. There just aren’t the same uhh… Risks involved.”
Itto nodded as though he understood- and he did, mostly, but some of the words were lost on him.
“Wait, what risks?”
Gorou pointedly didn’t look at him, or even in his general direction.
“Gorou?”
“ Puppies, Itto,” Gorou finally spat out through grit teeth- a furious adorable blush on his cheeks.
“Puppies? But you’re not a….”
“No, I’m not , but I didn’t exactly win the genetic lottery either. I’ll leave it at that.”
“But think about an entire pack of cute half oni puppies,” Itto encouraged, “I could have the strongest gang ever.”
“...And that's precisely one of the reasons why we aren’t going to have a pack of anything together, Itto.”
Itto threw his head back with a laugh- making it clear he was teasing- much to Gorou’s distaste.
Art commissioned by me from @kairugaki