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Nique ([identity profile] nique.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] izkariote 2009-10-23 06:44 am (UTC)

Well... hell. Here. /facepalms forever

Sometimes, Gintoki let Katsura top. Not top top--no one topped Gin-san--but when he was feeling (especially) lazy, it was nice to lay back and let the terrorist do all the work. He was pretty sure Katsura thought it was because Gintoki was opening up to him and relinquishing control or some sort of romantic nonsense like that, but really, it was just that he couldn't be bothered, and if the terrorist wanted to ride him into the futon--well, who was he to protest?

Which was why he was currently flat on his back on Zura's floor, staring sort of vacantly at Katsura while the other was taking his sweet time getting them both off. (Really. Who could be boring during sex? Overly-serious, bomb-loving terrorists, apparently.) His inner ranting was came to an abrupt, screeching halt as he spotted movement just past his comrade's shoulder.

Gintoki's shudder of horror was followed quickly by Zura's shudder of release. Panting slightly and brushing tousled hair out of his eyes, the latter took a moment before he realized his partner had gone distinctly unfulfilled.

"What's the matter?"

Gintoki twitched, the image of that creepy, unblinking stare seared into his mind forever. "We are never doing it at your place again."

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