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Tsukiyama x Kaneki: Dream (R-18)

(A/N: yo, long time no see. This is a quick smut fic just to get me back into the swing of things. Not proofread, will proofread later. I've been up all night writing this lmao, it's 5:52 AM.)

Without further ado:

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    A slick, hot tongue traced along the curve of Kaneki's arched spine, sending shivers along his body as a keening cry left his parted lips. Mussy brunette hair fell sloppily into his mismatched eyes as he buried his face into the pillow beneath him, clutching it close to his chest while a pair of slender fingers traced their way along his Kakuhou, down towards his backside. His half Kakugan activated, staining his left eye pitch black as his Rinkaku reached out of his body, curling delicately around the wrist of the man on top of him.

"Tsukiyama-san..." he muttered into the fluff of his pillow, sinking his teeth into it softly.
"Yes, my dear Kaneki-kun?" The Gourmet purred, his free hand tracing softly up the half-Ghoul's naked side; more shudders racked Kaneki's body as he did so, his entire being felt so hot.
Shakily, he sat up and turned his head to look over his shoulder and make eye contact with the other, "I want you... to do it..." Ken said, his mismatched eyes pooling with needy tears. He used his Kagune to pull Shuu's hand down closer to his entrance, biting his lower lip between his teeth in anticipation.
"Vraiment, Kaneki-kun," Shuu replied, his fingers prodding slowly against the soft bud of the male's behind. He leaned down, his right wrist still held by Ken's Kagune as his free hand came to separate the male's lower cheeks, "but first, a taste test..."

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Just as things were getting good, Kaneki Ken awoke with a sudden start. He was hot, sweating all over. He felt stuffy, then he took a glance over and realized why: oh yeah, he had fallen asleep in the bed with Tsukiyama earlier after their training session. It had been... intense, needless to say. They both took quite the beating from each other when they sparred, neither of them pulling any punches. Without his Kakuja, Kaneki Ken was nearly a dead even match with the Gourmet Ghoul.

And that Tsukiyama, he seemed to be a cuddler when he slept, because his arms were locked tightly around the white-haired male. Disentangling himself from Shuu's arms, he stood up slowly, the sound of his tired knees cracking meeting his ears as he did so. He took a swift glance down at his trousers... ah, yes, hello there Mr Tent, good to see you up bright and early this... Ken looked over at the clock on the bedside table: 2:30 AM. They had both been out cold for about 4 hours at that point, then, and Shuu didn't look like he was about to wake up anytime remotely soon. His restful, steady breaths just barely broke the silence of the night.

God, he seriously just dreamt that, hadn't he? And so, so lively his little Ken was, What the hell?!
He'd never even remotely considered the idea of bedding with a man before this strange wet dream. Maybe I should just go home? Yeah, that would be for the best...
Slinking away from the bed, Kaneki walked out onto the balcony of the apartment they were currently residing in. He had no idea where the blue-haired male wound up upon the time and funds to acquire these last-minute arrangements, but he never cared to ask either. That was Tsukiyama stuff? As far as he was concerned.

The halfling grabbed his bag quietly and began packing his workout clothes, hair brush, a couple of books the other had given him to borrow, and any other random possessions of his that he had happened to carry with him at the time. Slowly, he edged his way around the bed to the other side over to Shuu's bedside table. He had placed his eyepatch over on that side earlier in the evening when they sat on the ground to read together.

Through all his packing and rummaging, his tent still stood proudly, as if to defiantly say: hey, you should probably unpack this thing you've got going on, rather than packing your things to leave right now my dude.