The neighbor acts as if this is all normal. He comes closer, until Junpei can’t continue to ignore him, and then crouches down within arm’s reach. “Is this really the kinda show you want to be puttin’ on for me,” the big dog asks, peering at Junpei over Mahito’s flexing shoulders. “I know I let you bum smokes all the time, but tell the truth: what’d I do to deserve this?” Mahito tosses his fluffy mane of hair back over his shoulder and then tilts his face up to peer at their neighbor. He smiles widely enough to show off his fangs. “Nothing much,” he says with a shrug. “But I thought it’d be fun to watch Junpei take a knot, Toji-san.” As Junpei struggles underneath Mahito, the neighbor – Toji – gestures at his face. “Does he feel the same way?”
“Hurts?” Junpei repeats, feeling his eyebrows drawing together. He glances down at where he’d bitten, where a bruise is already forming in the older alpha’s skin, and then whines. He’s not quite nonverbal, but putting words together into anything coherent is… difficult. Toji sighs and then sits back in the nest, bracing himself on one arm so that he can pet Junpei’s trembling back with his free hand. “It’s fine,” he eventually says once Junpei stops sniffling. “It’d just feel better if you didn’t have the caps on.” In that case – Junpei opens his mouth and pulls his tongue back instead of letting it loll out. Toji can just take the caps off. Obviously. “I’m not taking them off,” Toji says, laughing quietly. He reaches up and closes Junpei’s mouth, wiping away a bit of drool that’s spilled out over his lips. “You have the caps on for the same reason I have that birth control implant in. This isn’t s’posed to be anything permanent, kid.”
Choso gets down on his back on the stage and then motions for Junpei – on his knees beside him – to crawl closer. Once Junpei is in arms’ reach, Choso grabs him and pulls, tugging Junpei over before then patting his chest. “Sit here,” Choso says. When Junpei merely stares at him, Choso repeats himself once before adding, “Facing away from me. Please.” It’s Choso’s politeness that does it for Junpei. Mostly. He nods his head and then, after much embarrassed struggling, manages to situate himself so that his ass is right in front of Choso’s face. The sound of sketching gets even louder as Junpei wiggles, chest bouncing as he tries to figure out a good position that balances doing what Choso wants without having Choso stare right up at his asshole.
The simplest example as to the identities of our famous artist and his long-running muse is an unbelievable one. In Zenitsu Agatsuma’s Demon Slayer, a 10-volume series of books purporting to represent the author’s authentic experiences with a shadow organization of demon hunters during the Taisho Era, the earliest reference to Yushiro comes when one of Agatsuma’s compatriots, Tanjiro Kamado, is saved from a duo of demons prior to their meeting. In Demon Slayer, the story is told from Agatsuma’s point of view, with the author quoting his associate at length. [1] Tanjiro Kamado did exist. However, he died before the age of 25. His younger sister, Nezuko, married Zenitsu Agatsuma in 19XX. [Footnote 1: the book series was later made into a wildly successful graphic novel and anime thanks to the assistance of mangaka Koyoharu Gotouge. This adaptation, however, further solidified the popular belief that this book is a work of pure fiction. Despite the work of anthropologists (Kitamasa, 1975) and historians (Hayashi and Okuda, 1988) on fact-checking Agatsuma’s extensive body of work, the publication of the manga series has once again cast doubt upon the validity of the narrative.
#WIPWednesday - As always, I am mostly doing stuff and things to Junpei
Mahito/Junpei + Toji/Junpei (tw future assault, current toxic ship), Toji/Junpei omegaverse (literal delivery health), Choso/Junpei for the adult video AU, and the non-fic fan fic i'm writing for Demon Slayer
#MahiYoshi #myfic