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Sep. 19th, 2020 01:15 pm
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Kazuma Satou KonoSuba
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Date: 2020-09-26 02:52 am (UTC)
immature: (everyone sees the color)
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[is he being broken, or just enjoying this? Osomatsu's eyes squeeze shut again as he's forced to take in everything Kazuma has to offer. it's a lot, but he doesn't feel any pain, only pleasure. his body twitches, hips in spasms once those tentacles finally reach the treasure. Kazuma's cock hits the back of his throat, but there is still no pain, and he doesn't feel like gagging, even though he's never done this before. thanks, dream world.

he hums a bit, moaning around Kazuma's length, vibrations bouncing off the inner walls of his cheeks and throat. he wants to last longer, but the way those tentacles are working him over, he probably won't. still, Osomatsu tries, hoping that Kazuma is finding just as much pleasure in this dream as he is]


MMMNNN!

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Date: 2020-09-26 03:21 am (UTC)
immature: (imbibed where the sidewalk ends)
From: [personal profile] immature
[at last. Osomatsu feels incredible satisfaction as he's covered in whatever those tentacles are filled with. slime. cum. it matters not. he, himself, comes at the same time, his muscles squeezing around the tentacles before he releases with powerful force. he doesn't waste a drop of Kazuma's cum, gulping it down his raw throat, aside for the bit that came out his nose.

deep breaths, and he opens his eyes to look up at his partner. he pulls his mouth off of him, panting raggedly. his body is shaking again, stance unsteady, even as those juices drip down his bare legs]


Don't... l-leave me...

[it comes out before he can even realize he's saying it. his emotions are riding high, and that's the first thing that comes to Osomatsu's mind]

Please.

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Date: 2020-09-26 03:45 am (UTC)
immature: (broha throwing combos)
From: [personal profile] immature
[the moment he's in Kazuma's arms, Osomatsu relaxes again. he's not going to cry this time, because this has been a good dream. and it continues to be good with those words. Kazuma has him, and Osomatsu sniffles, but then laughs softly]

Y-yeah.

[he lifts his arms to cling to Kazuma's back. for Osomatsu, this part of the dream is even more satisfying than what happened before. this is... hands down, the best dream he's ever had]

.............

[his eyes snap open. Osomatsu is in bed, and clinging to Kazuma. morning light is filtering in through the window of his apartment. he's also... well, a mess, to put it lightly. he's been sweating, and he absolutely came in his pants. but, you know what? that's fine. the shame passes after a moment.

he sighs and kisses Kazuma's cheek affectionately, as though he were thanking him for giving him the greatest gift. the gift of companionship, which is what Osomatsu has valued most during his time on Prismatica.

and the tentacle sex dream wasn't bad, either]

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Date: 2020-09-26 04:08 am (UTC)
immature: (when you were a tender)
From: [personal profile] immature
Yeah, me too...

[even if they are both sweaty and gross, Osomatsu doesn't mind, because Kazuma is still with him.

...but it feels weird so he finally pulls away, shuffling out of all of his clothes and walking across the bedroom naked. he dumps his pajamas into the hamper, then looks over at Kazuma]


Help me strip the bed.

[Osomatsu has had a few wet dreams while being in Prismatica, and he learned the hard way that he needed to clean the mattress if he didn't want it to stain. that's fine. at least he learned something... the more things he learns, the better adult he will become]

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Date: 2020-09-26 04:24 am (UTC)
immature: (yeah whether christmas)
From: [personal profile] immature
[Osomatsu blinks as he's stripping the bed. he gathers the sheets]

You... can cook?

[his eyes are sparkling]

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Date: 2020-09-26 04:44 am (UTC)
immature: (i am going to see)
From: [personal profile] immature
[holy moly!

Osomatsu's already salivating at the thought of a breakfast that is homemade... he dumps the sheets into the hamper, then clasps Kazuma's gross hands with his own]


You shower first. I'll take care of this mess. Then... you can make whatever you want. I don't have a lot of food here, but I've got eggs, rice, and some other ingredients. O-Or, if you want, we can get ready, and go shopping. I'll buy whatever you need!

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Date: 2020-09-26 05:09 am (UTC)
immature: (if life an rpg)
From: [personal profile] immature
[Osomatsu puffs out his cheeks]

Look! I don't know olives from onions, okay? [he does] If I tried to cook, I'd burn down the apartment. So I'm always eating out...

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Date: 2020-09-26 05:24 am (UTC)
immature: (this war never began)
From: [personal profile] immature
[Osomatsu watches him go, his cheeks burning red hot. he feels something in his gut, something warm, and good. butterflies fluttering, but not because he's nervous anymore. it's because he's having... feelings. he's become attached already. that's dangerous!

but, at the same time, Kazuma's sworn to him that he won't leave him. and Osomatsu wants to believe in that promise. he wants to be... happy again.

he turns to look at the bed, then sighs. might as well start cleaning]

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