Fandom: Magi
Characters: Masrur and Sharrkan
Rating: uhh NC 17?
Prompt: You guys thought I was done with the bellybutton fic's didn't you. Well how about Bellybuttons + Masrur blowing Raspberries
Notes: Inspired by my dearest Froot and our lovely 2am chats. No explanation, no setting, and the only thing I regret is that because I got distracted writing this I missed the Magi livestream and Alibaba's butt SOB

The first feeling of lips sliding against his stomach caused Sharrkan to almost immediately stiffen in distress. Eyes wide and with no further provocation other than a light tingling sensation upon his abs, a mixture of horrified mortification began to creep through the tanned swordsman's body even while he remained still as if in a daze.

Was Masrur really…

The tingling suddenly moved down with Masrur's lips.

Heart thudding loudly in his chest Sharrkan jolted, one hand reaching down to try and block the Fanalis' mouth only for it to be intercepted before the goal could be accomplished. "Ma-" By the Goddess Sharrkan couldn't even speak. His voice cracked almost as soon as he had found it and it took far, far, far too much concentration to be able to find it again.

"Masrur. You are not going to do what I think you are. You are not going to treat me like I am some-"

PHBBBT

Sharrkan nearly choked on his own words at the first feeling of the fluctuating vibration against his belly button. Heart stilling, he let out some kind of noise that sounded like a mixture of a laugh and a mortified gasp. Yanking his hand out of Masrur's grasp, the swordsman reached with both now to merely push the Fanalis away only to instead have them slammed and pinned onto the bed. "You are acting like a-" PHHHBBBBBTTTT

"MASRUR UNHAND ME."

"Quiet."

"MASRUR."

PHBBTTTTTT

For one so tan Masrur had never seen Sharrkan turn as red as he turned in that instant. It seemed to be a mixture of humiliation, shame, and anger all wrapped up into one as the fair haired general began to writhe and try to escape. "This is sexual harrassment! Even his majesty wouldn't-" PHHBBBTTTTT. A loud moan escaped Sharrkan's lips, his eyes closing and body shivering, as Masrur blew once again against his stomach. "I could have you arrested for this."

"…"

"Let me go. This. Instant."

"No."

"Do you even understand how uncomfortable this is for me?"

"Quiet."

"MASR-"

PHBBBBTTTTTT

Sharrkan's body arched while his hands clenched down upon Masrur's. The general was beginning to feel almost dizzy from the blood rushing throughout his body and for a moment his sight seemed to even vanish for a moment. "Are you getting hard?"

"No!"

PHBTTT

Sharrkan groaned again, body becoming almost limp as he tried to recollect his senses.

"You are."

"Sh-Shut up!"

The hold on Sharrkan's hands loosened and when the swordsman was able to open his eyes again it was to find Masrur's face inches from his own, a subtle but nonetheless pleased smile upon his face.

"Admit you like it."

Sharrkan's answer was to bite his lip and shake his head. A second later and Masrur was ducking back down to blow another raspberry and the fair haired general could swear he was about to pass out thanks to the way all the blood that was still rushing within him.

"Admit it."

This time Sharrkan just groaned, lips parting and hands slipping from Masrur's to pull him down into a kiss.

He really hated losing like this.