More Modules Get Penises Shoved Up Their Assholes

AyaTsuru

for AyasakiLen

oh look

Saegome drew Ayasaki

HE'S SO PRETYYTYTYTTYTYYTYYYYYYYY

i'm getting through the requests

slowly

but they're happening

Tsuru crept into the living room, hearing soft snoring, and not wanting to wake the sleeping module. Some of them could be quite... violent, if disturbed. As Tsuru stepped closer, he found someone curled up on the couch who seemed all too familiar.

Ayasaki?

Peering down at the sleeping blonde, there was no mistaking it. Long hair, small but noticeable fangs, it was, in fact, Ayasaki. Tsuru couldn't help but think to himself how adorable Ayasaki looked curled up like that, pale hair making a silky curtain over his back, honey-colored eyes closed in peaceful slumber. Tsuru sat down cautiously as not do disturb the other module, then ever so carefully placed Ayasaki's head in his lap. The paler blonde stirred, but only slightly. Tsuru haltingly reached out, then began to gently stroke the long, luxurious strands of fair blonde hair. Ayasaki stirred a little more, a soft purr escaping his lips. As Tsuru continued, Ayasaki's noises became more and more prominent, until they started to turn the older module on. His hands traveled up to the coarse ribbon holding the ponytail, and gently, he tugged it out. A sheet of shiny blonde hair tumbled down, like liquid gold through his waiting fingers. Tsuru pressed a few strands to his cheek. Just as he thought, it felt like down feathers, not to mention it smelled good. A weird scent, kind of spicy, yet at the same time oddly calming.

"Ts-Tsuru? What are you doing?"

Tsuru jumped, grateful that Ayasaki hadn't stabbed him or anything. He slept with that katana. Not terrifying at all. Tsuru absently continued to stroke the others hair, unable to process how impossibly soft it was.

"Aahh..."

"Aya...? Did you just...?"

"N-no! O-of course not!"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course! I-idiot," Ayasaki punched the other module's arm, but didn't put much effort into it. Tsuru raised his eyebrows disbelievingly, and the other blonde blushed, refusing to meet Tsuru's eyes.

"You moaned, didn't you."

Ayasaki blushed harder, long hair falling in his face.

"I didn't know your hair was so sensitive," Tsuru mused, running his fingers through the lovely tresses.

"Tsuru, st-stop it," Ayasaki batted Tsuru's hand away, but the latter ignored the weak protest.

"You don't really want me to stop."

Ayasaki couldn't deny it. He loved the way Tsuru was stroking his hair, which was admittedly more sensitive than he'd like to admit. He could feel himself beginning to heat up, a good warmth. "Tsu-Tsuru, you st-stupid idiot."

Tsuru laughed, slowly pressing Ayasaki against the couch cushion, 'unintentionally' grinding his knee into the long-haired module's crotch. Ayasaki couldn't hold back a rather loud moan, and became quickly flustered. "Oh Aya, was that another moan I heard? Don't tell me you want it," Tsuru teased, performing the sacred art that has come to be known as a HOMOSEXUAL FACE CARESS.

"Tsuru..." Ayasaki breathed as Tsuru's thumb trailed along his lower lip, before trailing down further to slide into his pants. "Ah~!"

"Do you like it when I rub you like this?"

Ayasaki's cries became more and more helpless as his clothes were removed so lovingly from his body, then strewn across the floor, trivial items hiding the beauty underneath. Tsuru knew better than to mess with the bandages, and left them alone. His lips found their way to Ayasaki's, and to the older modules surprise, Aya kissed him back. Upon pulling away, he could see the raw lust in those beautiful caramel eyes, calling his name.

"Tsuru... Tsuru I... I need you~!"

"Of course, Aya. Anything to please you."

Ayasaki released a small shriek as fingers penetrated him, it felt weird. Tsuru didn't bother going too deep, he didn't want Aya to get mad.

"Tsuru, do it now~!"

"Demanding now, are we?"

Yet Tsuru still indulged the request.

Over the next hour or so, Ayasaki's screams of pleasure echoed off the walls, music to Tsuru's ears. "Never would've guessed you were like this in bed."

"Tsuru~! I want it inside~!"

"Of course, Aya."

Ayasaki howled Tsuru's name as he was filled to the brim with hot liquid, then felt Tsuru take his length into his mouth.

"Tsuru... what are you doing~?

"Cum for me, Aya," Tsuru hissed, ready to swallow everything.

"Tsu-Tsuru~!"

Ayasaki collapsed onto the couch, sweating profusely, chest heaving. He didn't protest even when Tsuru took a few strands of his long pale hair, pressing them to his lips. "Aya, you're so pretty."

Ayasaki blushed, usually not affected by this kind of thing. "Y-you think so?"

Tsuru nodded. "Why do you think I hang around you so much? I adore you! You're just such a tsundere, you won't admit you love me too."

"I'm not a tsundere! I really don't like you!"

Tsuru gave him an amused look. "And yet you let me fuck you."

"That-"

Tsuru pressed a finger to Ayasaki's lips, silencing him immediately. "Stop denying it, Aya. I know you love me. You don't have to say it."

"But I can show it," came the other blonde's whispered response.

Tsuru's eyes widened as Ayasaki's slender arms flew around him, pulling him close to kiss him.

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