Sundance

1. Teapots (Izuna)

"Ohh... Ohh! Fff..."

"You like that?"

"Shut up and fuck me more."

He laughed a little, voice low, vibrating somewhere deep down in his throat.

I wanted things deep down in my throat as well that were nowhere close to as abstract as a voice.

"Mmm", he moaned as he thrusted, his torso pressed towards my back, his long, brown hair so wet with sweat it was sticking to my shoulders and arms, the feeling enormously pleasant, like rivers crawling along my skin. I was leaning my head back on his chest, feeling his chin on top of my head as he fucked me from behind, both of us laying on our sides. His hand slid over my hip, up front, caressing the soft curves layering my pelvis, caressing my length.

"Hahh!! Hashi!!" I screamed.

"Hush", he said, biting my ear so harshly I screamed even more.

He put two of his fingers into my mouth for me to bite down on so I would shut up, and I bit hard, causing the man behind me to hiss.

"Good boy", he cooed.

"Yours", I said.

"I know, baby", he said.

He grabbed my thigh then, the one that was upwards as I was lying on my side, pulled it up until he could grab my ankle, pulled my entire leg up towards my shoulder until I was in a front split, still laying on my side. The new position created a different sensation within me, his dick slamming into me from a slightly different angle which happened to entail that he fucked me in exactly the right spot.

I lost it.

I threw my head back, freed my mouth from his fingers. My scream triggered Hashirama so he started thrusting like someone possessed and he began to grunt, sometimes not even being able to help a moan escaping his lips which I knew meant he found what we did unfathomably pleasant.

"Good boy", he panted, kissing my leg that was basically in his face as he kept thrusting, putting a hand around my throat. It was a very messy situation. "Just so."

"I'm going to come!!" I shouted.

"Yes, but I won't stop", he whispered in my ear, pressing a little on my windpipe, the silver rings he wore leaving indentations in the skin on my neck.

I wanted to wait. I tried focussing on my surroundings, but it was all a blur; the small but incredibly soft bed, the little stove, the door to the tiny bathroom and shower, a shelf of souvenirs I'd collected on my travels. Everything I could fit in the tiny trailer that was my home as I travelled with the circus. Suddenly, the colour of the wooden walls melted together with the whites of the sheets and the bright splashes of colours of things I'd collected, and everything was sucked into the massive black hole that was the orgasm beginning to form within me.

And right when I was going to come, the door to the trailer opened.

Both of us turned towards it. Hashirama didn't release my leg; neither of us were ashamed to be caught but we did wonder who just came in without knocking. We were both loud fuckers; the person who came in knew what was going on and either didn't care, or thought they would enjoy it. Hashirama had temporarily stopped thrusting, curious, and I could feel the black hole within me shrink a little to a small orb that was buzzing and fizzing with an excitement that I knew would shoot right back up if Hashirma moved as much as a millimetre.

And I saw who had come in.

Oh...

It was that weird man. The technician. Didn't care, then. He'd been with the circus only this season, so a few months now. He was tall, slender, with hair that he bleached white and pale, grey eyes. He had a stern face with dark brown eyebrows revealing his natural hair colour, a razor-sharp jawline and a set mouth. He wasn't conventionally handsome, but he did look interesting, I reflected now; it was the first time I saw him up close. He stood with one hand on the door handle, one foot into my trailer, looking at us with a blank facial expression.