Adventures In Therapy | Hitoshi Shinso/Maes Hughes | Crossover Fusion

Piggybacking

It was quite surprising to many that Medsusa would need a guard dog, with the way her hair worked and everything she could turn them to stone in an instant.

Shoji's rebuttal to this had been that this was a goddess in a mythical story and he was dressed up as her in the real world, so yeah obviously the hair was fake and wouldn't work against anyone.

Which is why Shinso was his guard dog, for support against any malicious Ill will intent. The townsfolk all proceeded to leave them be for the most part.

The only ones who had a problem turned out to be drunk, and only after they were the ones who tripped and bumped up against Shoji.

"What?" The drunk man slurred. "It's not enough that you got three times the amount of arms on you, but that god awful mop on your head to boot, do the rest of us a favor and take the muzzle off of this poor sap and use it on yourself. No one deserves to see your ugly mu-"

"Quiet!" Shinso said, punching the guy in the noggin. Which only fueled the other alcohol-crazed bystanders who surrounded him, knocking the wind out of him and turning the muzzle into nothing more than a busted up pile of ruined metal that could no longer be worn comfortably.

"This way." Shoji bellowed, grabbing Shinso's attention away from the angry mob so he could follow him down a few dark alleyways where they stood beneath fire exit stairs and blocked by large trash bins that the trash collector would come for every week.

"That was fun." Shoji panted.

"Yeah." Shinso barked out a laugh, resting the back of his head on the cement building behind them.

"Are you hurt?"

"Still breathing, so I think I'll be okay."

"Your head's cut." Shoji remarked. "But it ain't bad." He touched Shinso's face. "Probably due to the muzzle being shifted about." He took his finger, put it in his mouth to dip some saliva on it before placing it back on the cut, removing the blood, it was able to stop it from oozing out anymore.

Shoji searched for more bruises and cuts, taking his already opened shirt and widening it out more and exposing Shinso's nipples. Shoji skimmed the smaller man's body with his hands, fingers touching all the naked parts of him. His thumbs circled over his nipples causing them to chase his digit as Shoji went around them. He then palmed all the way down to his waist where he grasped onto Shinso's hips. "Everything seems to be in order." He commented.

"Yeah?" Shinso asked, staring up at him, unconsciously putting his hands on Shoji's forearms. "You don't seem very happy about that."

"I'm not."

"How come?"

"Those men were all over you, touching you with their filthy hands." Shoji growled. He grabbed the leash at the base just below the handle. "Besides your face, there should be other marks here, evidence of a fight." He brushed over Shinso's torso with the handle of the leash. "But there isn't."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I wasn't going to let them mark me." His breathing hitched slightly as he felt the material glide over his erect nipples. He heard Shoji moan, he followed his gaze to see that the handle of the leash was perched perfectly on his nipple without any help at all from other sources. "Oh hell that's hot as fu-" Evidentially Shoji thought so too as he joined their lips together in non matrimonial bliss.

Shoji made a low rumbling noise. Like a hum before releasing their lips and leaning foreheads together. "I wonder." He waited for Shinso to look at him before gazing downwards, he did this a few times.

"...Oh shit." He went in for a kiss. "Put it on me." He whined. Shoji delicately dug into his pants to thread it around the oversized needle. Shinso moaned, going back for another sweet kiss while the other rubbed the handle back and forth over his erection.

"I'm so hard from watching this." He wanted to join in on the action. He suddenly got a weird, erotic idea. "Are you wearing clean underwear?"

"Yeah." Shinso panted. He watched with wide eyes as Shoji took off his own pants and underwear, only to expand Shinso's and climb into his.

They were sharing underwear and were incredibly close. "Oh heck yeah." Shoji muttered when he climbed in and felt a bit of pressure down their mid section. Making their balls and erections cling together. The heat from their bodies making it almost impossible to breath but amping up the swell in their stomach to where it all felt just so damn good. Shoji united their erections with the handle causing them to harden even more, and fully thicken out. To where it would be impossible to get off without one or both ejaculating till they dropped.

That's what they wanted to believe anyway. As they grinded together, moving hips erratically with moans they should probably keep to themselves. But who the hell ventures down a darkened alleyway anyway at this time of night?

They kept going until both of them spurred semen all over themselves though most of it landed all over Shinso "You're such a mess." Shoji commented.

"Yeah I-" He groaned as the feeling of warm wet tongue began to lap up and devour the white sticky liquid all over his body. "Need to take-" he moaned again at the tongues progression. "A shower." The tongue decided to lick over and swallow him while making Shinso shutter hands against the wall while Shoji dived himself even deeper, bringing his hands around his waist to bring him closer.

Legs went over strong muscled shoulders. Shinso grasped and clung to Shoji's hair as the taller man stood up causing Shinso to rise even further in the air.

Piggyback riding in reverse.