Notes: Merry Christmas! (Or not Christmas at all if that's not your jam – you still get presents though, right?) I have decided to gift the internet with porn to celebrate this festive season – because of course the internet doesn't have enough porn already. It's even vaguely thematically relevant by being set midwinter. Enjoy?
Warning: Will contain SMUT! (Also tagged on AO3 for: Birthday Sex, Rimming, Lap Sex, Consent is Sexy, and Getting Together.)
Red Ribbon
It was late, but Madara was wide awake. He blamed Hashirama. The man had instituted increasingly late work hours as the year's end approached. Each day they'd come in and gone home a little later, until everyone bar those on night shift – which had technically become day shift – were up with the dark and slept during the day.
"It's for the midwinter festival!" Hashirama had said when Madara demanded an explanation. "By the time it comes around, everyone will be wide awake all night to enjoy it!"
Madara had frowned faintly.
"Come on!" Hashirama had cajoled. "Aren't you excited? It's your birthday too – it'll be like the whole village is celebrating with you!"
He'd outright grimaced at that. "I'm not one for crowds."
"Wha— really?"
"Why does this surprise you?"
"I guess… because you love a good battle? Battlefields are kind of like crowds."
"They're really not," Madara had said dryly, and Hashirama sighed.
"Okay, so no crowds – you're kinda like Tobirama that way, I guess. Do you just want the day off? Well, night. Both?"
"No, let me take over the office work in the tower for the evening."
"Ew. Madara, that's a terrible way to spend your birthday."
"But Izuna adores festivals. If he knows I'm free, he'll drag me to it, and that'd be even worse."
It took some arguing, but Hashirama had eventually agreed, if reluctantly and with much pouting. Which was why Madara, wide-awake, was finishing up the last of his backlogged paperwork as the first of the fireworks shot into the sky.
Madara immediately set the papers aside. He might hate festivals – it made his skin crawl, to be surrounded by so many strangers whose intentions he didn't know, and yet be unable to brandish a weapon and fight, to say nothing of the tension-inducing presence of children who were not in trouble, just screeching like they were being attacked out of joy of all things, and—
Well, festivals were just a headache waiting to happen for a paranoid ninja like Madara.
But for all he hated being in the thick of them, he had to admit there were good parts, fireworks chief among them. And so he leaned back in his chair, staring out the window to admire the scattered explosions of colour in the night sky. Only once the last twinkling lights had faded did Madara turn away and back to his work with a content, peaceful sigh.
His sigh transformed into a sharp inhale of shock when he spotted a figure looming in the doorway.
"The fuck— Tobirama!?" Madara pressed a hand over his racing heart. Then, realising he looked like his maiden great-aunt when she was 'having the vapours', he clenched it into a fist and slammed it on the desk instead. "You arsehole! You didn't even knock!"
Tobirama just laughed. "I did. You were distracted." Before Madara could think up a comeback, Tobirama stepped properly out of the shadows by the door, and Madara blinked.
"Why do you have a bow around your neck? Is this some weird new festival thing?"
"Not to my knowledge. I escaped as soon as Hashirama was distracted. Festivals aren't to my taste."
Madara's grimace was sympathetic, and he nodded. "No, me either. So what's with the fashion statement?"
"I believe," Tobirama said, gaze intense as he stepped closer, "with the fireworks having marked midnight, it's now your birthday?"
"I… Yes?" Madara swallowed hard. He wasn't sure why. His eyes caught on Tobirama's long fingers, playing with the ends of the ribbon, and a thought occurred to him, making his breath catch – bows usually went around birthday presents. "Are you…? The bow…?"
Tobirama smirked. "I would've tied it around my cock, but I wasn't prepared to be that forward – you needed to be able to see the clue right off."
Madara flushed. And this time he knew why he was swallowing hard. His fist flattened out, palm pressing flat to the desk as if to find stability from the shocking realisation that Tobirama had come here to offer him sex.
Licking his lips, Madara asked, "What makes you think I'm even interested?"
"Oh, I don't know," Tobirama drawled. "Perhaps the amount of time you've spent staring at my arse since we started sharing an office?"
Madara groaned, pressing a hand to his face. "Shit, I'm sorry. That's unprofessional. I didn't realise I was being so obvious."
"Oh, you're subtle by normal standards. But you know I'm a chakra sensor, and when someone is really focussed on something, their chakra tends to… reach." There was something to Tobirama's tone, low and breathy, and when Madara looked up, Tobirama's eyes were lidded, gaze distant like he was remembering something very pleasant.
Oh. Well. That was a new reaction to his chakra. It was normally only felt by others when he was in battle, or lost his temper, so most found it intimidating at best and terrifying at worst. Even the few lovers he'd lost control of with had found his chakra a bit much. Tobirama, apparently, was of a different mind, and that…
That was extremely hot.
"Oh," was all he could think to say, but it was enough to snap Tobirama out of his daydreaming, red eyes back to studying Madara intensely.
"I wasn't offended, if that's your concern," Tobirama said. "I even considered tying the ribbon low around my waist, bow at the back. But I've never had any skill for tying an obi."
Madara flushed again. Was that a taunt about the direction of Madara's wandering eye, or an indication of exactly what was on offer?
He took a deep breath to clear his head. Madara really wanted to take Tobirama up on it, but there was one slight problem….
"So you're offering this out of generosity and the goodness of your heart? Just because you noticed me noticing? And because it's my birthday?" Madara's tone was incredulous, but his mind was… concerned.
When it had become clear, at an early age, that he was going to grow up to be a powerhouse, Madara's mother had taken him aside for a quiet talk. It had been mortifying at the time, but she'd been so very grave that he remembered that discussion almost word for word. Mother had talked about having power over people – both his power as a ninja, and his power as the future clan head, and any other power he might amass – and the importance of when and where and how it was moral to use that power. Then had come the mortifying but very important part where she talked about intimate relationships, both sexual and emotional, and the importance and nuance of consent in both, which was far more complex than most gave credit for.
His mother had wanted to raise a good and just man. As a ninja, that was a hard thing to be, but he tried – for her, he tried – and when it came to relationships, at least, he was confident that he'd succeeded.
Which was why, while the idea that Tobirama might be offering him sex just 'out of the goodness of his heart' was laughable, the possibility that he might feel some sort of obligation was not.
It wasn't that he thought Tobirama the sort to be cowed by his power. He hardly thought the man, having noticed Madara's interest, felt afraid to deny him. No, Tobirama was too defiant for that. Too much a contrary little shit. But it was possible – disturbingly so – that Tobirama might have felt Madara's interest was something it was his duty to appease, so as to prevent… rising interpersonal tensions that could damage village cohesion, or something convoluted like that.
It was equally possible the man simply thought sex was an appropriate birthday gift.
Really, the only trait Tobirama possessed which was more blatant than his sense of duty, aside from loyalty, intelligence, curiosity— okay, so he was actually a rather complex person, and Madara's interest in him was maybe more than sexual. But beyond all that, what really stood out was his complete and utter lack of social awareness.
And so, "To be clear, you don't owe me anything," Madara said slowly, not without regret – because the offer was tempting – but he was better than that. "You've noticed me looking. That doesn't mean you've a duty to do anything about it. My dick is my problem."
Tobirama snorted, but the look he sent Madara was a little baffled, a little pleased. "Obviously. And I'd beat anyone bloody who suggested otherwise."
Madara felt a wave of relief. Well, at least on this subject, Tobirama's usual social cluelessness was absent. That was a perfectly reasonable way to react to inappropriate interest. The air of grim satisfaction about the man even said that he'd employed just that tactic in the past. Which, given how gorgeous Tobirama looked? The brilliance of his mind? The fierceness of his loyalty? Madara wasn't surprised he'd drawn interest, nor that some of that interest had crossed lines and needed to be put down hard.
'My dick, my problem' was sadly not as widespread a proverb as Madara felt it should be.
"And this isn't some weird thing where you think sex is a normal sort of birthday present?"
Tobirama sent him a withering look – it shouldn't be as hot as it was.
Madara threw up his hands. "Then why!?" He needed at least a little clarity here before he could proceed. "Do you even want me?"
"For gods' sakes, Madara. I'm not offering a pity fuck."
Madara huffed a laugh. "Good to know, but…"
And then Tobirama began to look awkward, glancing towards the door like he was having second thoughts. Madara felt his heart sink. Ah, so there was some worrying reasoning behind it. No birthday sex for him after all.
"Look," Madara said, tone gruff but kind, "it's fine, you don't have to—"
"Oh for— shut up." Arms crossed, cheeks pink, Tobirama stared at the wall above Madara's head as he admitted, "This isn't a chore or sacrifice on my part. Do you know how long it's been since I've gotten laid? Over a year!"
Madara winced. "Same. Founding a village is hell on a man's sex life. There's just no time for it – for finding someone interested, and finding time to get away, time that aligns with both your schedules, and that's assuming I'm not so exhausted from work I just want sleep."
Some of the tension eased from Tobirama's shoulders. "Exactly. So yes, it's been a while. And from a purely selfish perspective, I would really like to get laid at least once this year."
Madara snorted but nodded in agreement, and the last of the tension seeped out of Tobirama.
"Also?" Tobirama said, finally meeting Madara's gaze again, red eyes peering from beneath pale lashes. "You're not the only one who's been looking." Then he glared warningly. "Don't be a smug arsehole about it."
Madara would like to take offence at the mere suggestion, but actually, that sounded exactly like something he might do – if he wasn't so busy being relieved. Because he was finally sure that Tobirama wasn't offering out of obligation, or some weird social misunderstanding. He was finally sure that he could accept.
A surge of lust ran through him as he shoved his chair back and made to rise.
"Wait." Tobirama was suddenly in front of him, a hand on Madara's shoulder, pushing him back down. Madara would've objected, if not for the way Tobirama slid into his lap and made himself comfortable. "Do you know how many times, after a really frustrating day of work, I've imagined just crossing this office and crawling into your lap for a little stress relief?"
Before Madara could even think to reply to that shocking, arousing confession, Tobirama leaned in and kissed him.
Madara groaned, settling his hands on Tobirama's hips and pulling him closer as their lips pressed together. Tobirama leaned into him, one hand curling behind Madara's neck and the other at his chin, demandingly tilting Madara's head just how he wanted it. Madara wanted to laugh, a little. Of course Tobirama would be a control freak even here. Madara wondered if he could break that control, if he could make Tobirama forget everything but him and pleasure.
He rolled his hips upward as he dipped his tongue into Tobirama's mouth, making the man moan, hands stilling for a moment.
Yeah, he bet he could.
When they parted briefly, Madara took a deep breath. "For future reference," he said, "you're very welcome to crawl into my lap anytime you want."
Tobirama flashed him a smirk and reached for the hem of Madara's shirt, tugging it up and off. "Yeah?"
"Definitely," Madara promised, untying the sash at Tobirama's waist and pulling his shirt open, sliding it off his shoulders to pool at his elbows. Before Tobirama could shrug it off entirely, Madara's hands were at his waist, impatiently lifting him higher. Tobirama made an annoyed sound as he stood astride Madara, but it quickly faded into a startled gasp as Madara's mouth found a nipple.
"Fuck," Tobirama breathed, hands tight on Madara's shoulders, and tipped his head back.
"Good?" Madara asked and trapped the bud gently between his teeth and tugged.
Tobirama huffed. "Shut up, you know it is." He finally shrugged off his shirt, then bowed his head over Madara's as hands slid over the smooth exposed skin of his back. Tobirama's own hands threaded through Madara's hair, tugging him to his other nipple with an impatience that made Madara laugh but oblige him.
As Madara set about drawing as many gasps as he could from Tobirama, his hand trailed around the man's sides and found the front of his trousers. Untying them, Madara purposefully let the backs of his knuckles drag over Tobirama's cock behind the tented fabric, delighting in the moans it earned him.
Evidently deciding Madara had had the upper hand long enough, Tobirama pushed him away. Madara sat back in the chair as Tobirama… well, the best word Madara could find for it was shimmy. His hips shimmied, in an unfairly tempting way, and his untied trousers slipped down and off with the movement. Tobirama leaned back against the desk, naked except for that red bow at his neck. There was not a lick of self-consciousness to him as he smirked and quirked an eyebrow. It was ridiculously attractive.
Tobirama was ridiculously attractive.
"I think…" Madara said in a raspy voice and paused to swallow and lick his lips. It made Tobirama's cock twitch, and Madara took a deep breath and shuffled forward in his seat, hands settling at Tobirama's hips. "Yeah, I definitely think the bow should've gone on your cock."
Tobirama laughed, surprised.
"No, really. Your arse is amazing, a work of art. But your cock? Divine."
"Divine? What, are you going to worship it?" Tobirama teased, then gave a breathless "Oh" as Madara did just that, dragging his tongue reverently up the underside.
"I'd be your most devoted worshipper," Madara promised, and then swallowed Tobirama to the root.
Groaning, Tobirama leaned forward, gripping the back of the chair behind Madara. Madara drew back, tongue swirling around the head, gloved thumb rubbing just underneath it, then swallowed him down again. Above him, Tobirama muttered "Fuck" in a flatteringly shocked and aroused tone.
Madara hummed, letting the hands at Tobirama's hips slide behind instead, cupping the arse that had been distracting him so often lately. He let go just long enough to tear off his gloves, then his hands returned, enjoying the increased sensation. He caressed the soft skin for a while before an idea occurred to him. While one hand tugged at an arse cheek, he brought the other to his mouth, slipping a finger in alongside Tobirama's cock. Reaching back around, he traced the wet digit over Tobirama's exposed hole. Tobirama sucked in a sharp breath, and when Madara pushed the tip of his spit-slick finger inside him, he shuddered.
"Madara, I—" Tobirama paused to groan as Madara slowly pressed the single finger into him fully and twisted. The angle wasn't ideal, but he was brushing up against the right spot, teasing at it. "Fuck. Madara, I'm not going to last if you keep that up, and I really want to sit on your cock."
Madara stilled for a moment, the shock of arousal that shot through him at those words so strong he couldn't move, couldn't even think. And then he groaned – groaned around the cock in his mouth. Tobirama made a strangled noise, at his limit, and tugged at Madara's hair. Madara let himself be drawn away, though not without one last lick that made Tobirama hiss and tug at his hair again, this time to punish.
Madara just laughed.
"Shut up and take off your pants," Tobirama ordered.
"Of course, oh divinity," Madara teased and did so. "Anything you want."
"You already know what I want," Tobirama said primly as he settled back in Madara's lap, reaching between them to grip their cocks in a loose hold, lazily dragging his hand up, and then down again. He smirked as Madara shifted restlessly.
"Right. To sit on my cock." Madara had no objections at all. That didn't mean he wasn't capable of arguing anyway. "It's my birthday though. Shouldn't I get a say? What if I want to sit on your cock?"
Tobirama flushed, and Madara was amused to find it was equal parts arousal and annoyance, a combination he hadn't thought possible. Glaring, Tobirama said, "I came here with a plan, Madara Uchiha. Don't be difficult."
Madara burst into laughter. "Of course you did. Of course you'd plan even sex down to the littlest detail." Remembering the way he'd made the man pause as they kissed, and tremble as he swallowed him down, Madara grinned smugly. "How's that working out for you."
Tobirama frowned at him. "Not well. You keep deviating from it."
"I'm excellent at improvisation. Don't pretend you don't appreciate that fact."
Tobirama huffed. "I suppose no plan survives contact with the enemy and all that."
"Not your enemy – your devoted worshipper," Madara all but purred.
Tobirama rolled his eyes and turned away, but not quite in time to hide the amused smile. Leaning down to grab his discarded pants, he pulled something from a pocket before tossing them aside again. "Here," he said, slipping the lube he'd brought into Madara's hands. He lingered, tracing over Madara's fingers before letting go.
"I'm honestly surprised you didn't prep before you came," Madara said. With the planning and all, it seemed the kind of thing Tobirama would have done.
Tobirama licked his lips. "I've thought a lot about crawling into your lap and sitting on your cock – and only slightly less about watching you strip off those gloves and slide your fingers inside me."
Madara swallowed. "Right," he rasped. "I can do that." He leaned in for a hot kiss. "Like this? Or can I convince you to bend over the desk for me?"
Tobirama raised an eyebrow. "Am I not the only one who's had some fantasies in this office?" he asked, amused and intrigued. "Want to fuck me over your desk, Madara?"
"Yes."
Tobirama looked tempted, but eventually shook his head. "No. I planned to sit on your cock, and I'm going to do it."
"I'm beginning to think this is less and less my gift at all," Madara complained. It would've been more convincing if his hands weren't wandering, and his eyes as well, and oh yes, his cock wasn't still achingly hard.
"Fine," Tobirama said, rolling his eyes. "You can finger me open over the desk, but you can't fuck me that way." And then he swiftly stood and turned and bent over the desk, arse in the air and stance spread, the sight causing Madara to make a sound of helpless arousal – and even if Tobirama didn't say anything, Madara could feel the smug vindication of a man who felt he'd won the argument.
Eyes narrowing, Madara's competitive spirit rose. Oh, Tobirama thought he'd won, did he? Well, they'd see about that. If he didn't want to be fucked over the desk, that was fine – consent mattered after all – but if Tobirama considered reducing Madara to helpless arousal to be the measure of his victory, well…
That was a battleground Madara was very willing to enter.
He leaned over Tobirama, if slightly to one side – cock rubbing against his hip rather than arse, so he wouldn't think Madara wasn't respecting his limits – and pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck. Tobirama turned his head to one side to peer back at him, smiling. Madara laughed softly and began to move down his back, kissing a line down his spine. His hands slipped under Tobirama, finding his nipples and tracing around them, and Madara groaned as Tobirama gasped and shifted, the movement grinding his hip against Madara's cock.
When he reached Tobirama's tailbone, he drew his hands back. Tobirama made an objecting sound, but his dissatisfaction didn't last, as Madara held his cheeks open and licked a stripe between them.
"Madara?" Tobirama gasped, twisting to look at him, eyes wide and shocked.
"I can smell that soap you use on your skin. You might not've prepped before coming here, but you definitely showered. And I'm willing to bet you were very thorough."
Tobirama bit his lip. "I was, yes."
"So…?" Madara sent him a questioning look.
Taking a deep breath, Tobirama turned away again. He folded his arms before him and rested his head there as he nodded.
Permission granted, Madara got back to it. With each lick, Tobirama's breathing grew more laboured, and when he stiffened his tongue and pushed it inside him, Tobirama trembled.
"Okay?" Madara asked, pausing to press a soft kiss to the underside of one arse cheek. Tobirama only nodded, still panting. "I'd almost think no one's ever eaten you out before." Tobirama stilled, and Madara's eyes went wide. He huffed. "Well, that's a godsdamned tragedy. Let me get right back to fixing that for you."
By the time he was well and truly satisfied that he'd won their argument, he'd reduced Tobirama to such helpless arousal that Madara's own moment didn't even compare.
Pressing two lube-covered fingers inside Tobirama in place of his tongue, Madara kissed back up the line of his spine. He draped himself over Tobirama's back again, slowly rutting against his arse as he stretched him open. Dropping a kiss to his shoulder, Madara's free hand cupped Tobirama's cheek, turning his head enough to kiss his mouth. Tobirama returned the kiss eagerly, hips pushing back onto Madara's fingers.
Drawing back to see the utterly gone look on Tobirama's face, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and eyes glazed, was final proof that Madara had definitely won that argument. Surprisingly, he didn't feel smug in his victory – well, no, he very much did. But not only smug. Mostly he was turned on, and eager, and there was also something fiercely possessive yet tender in Madara that just wanted to give Tobirama exactly what he needed right now.
So he did.
Pulling away, Madara urged Tobirama up and around, then sat back in his chair, drawing Tobirama down into his lap. One arm was wrapped around his waist, holding him close – rolling his hips up to drag their cocks over one another – while his other hand cupped Tobirama's jaw, thumb tracing his cheek, as he kissed him lingeringly.
"Hey," Madara said softly, voice low and deep. He let his hand drop from Tobirama's face, reaching for the lube instead, leaning back enough to slick himself up. "You wanted to sit on my cock, remember?"
"Yes," Tobirama said slowly. He took a deep breath, gathering his scattered thoughts, and his hazy eyes sharpened. "Yes," he said again, more firmly, and raised himself up and sunk down on Madara's cock with a shudder.
"Gods," Madara groaned, pressing his forehead to Tobirama's. "I take it back. It's close – really close – but your arse probably deserves the bow more than your cock."
Tobirama laughed, startled and breathless. "How would you know? You've yet to take it for a ride."
Madara startled. "Yet—?"
But then Tobirama braced his hands on Madara's shoulders and his feet on the floor and began to really move. Madara cursed, losing his train of thought. Tobirama lifted up till only the tip of his cockhead was inside, then sunk back down slowly. And again, and again, and again. Madara's hands found his hips, trying to tug him into a faster rhythm, and slid down on the chair so he had leverage to thrust up as well. Tobirama gasped at the first counterthrust and finally sped his pace. Madara's hands slipped down to grip his arse, and Tobirama cradled Madara's face, drawing him into a desperate, messy kiss.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Tobirama cursed, voice strained, his rise and fall turning uncoordinated, hard and fast and off tempo. "I'm going to—" He tossed his head back with a groan.
Madara felt Tobirama spill between them and thrust up into his shuddering body, another three strokes before he cried out his own completion.
They sat there for a while, Tobirama collapsed against him and Madara holding him tight, both trying to catch their breaths. Finally, Tobirama shifted and Madara slipped out of him.
"Hell of a birthday present," Madara murmured against Tobirama's temple.
Tobirama turned his head to kiss him briefly. "I think maybe you were right."
"Hmm?"
"It was more a gift to myself than you."
"You realise I don't actually have objections," Madara said wryly.
"No, I'm sure you do," Tobirama disagreed, straightening up and staring at him very pointedly, one eyebrow raised, as he reached for the bow still tied at his neck. "After all, if this was my gift – my midwinter present, let's say – then…"
Madara watched, mouth hanging open as the red ribbon was pulled free… and then tied around Tobirama's cock.
"It's only fair," Tobirama said, smirking. "Weren't you saying something about wanting to sit on my cock for your birthday?"
He cleared his throat. "I did say that, yes."
"And like I said earlier, you can't be sure my arse is my best feature, when you've yet to take my cock for a ride."
Madara nodded firmly, completely on board with this plan. "There's two chairs in this office. It's not fair if we only defile mine. Just give me a minute to recover, and we'll get right to— oh." He looked down at where Tobirama had dragged a hand down Madara's cock – his cock which was suddenly very ready for round two – and was now doing likewise to his own, hand glowing green. "I had no idea healing chakra could do that."
Tobirama's shrug was nonchalant, but his expression was wicked. "Refractory periods are overrated."
"Well." Madara blew out a breath. Then, snatching up the lube, he wrapped his arms around Tobirama and stood – Tobirama's legs automatically wrapping around his waist – and strode across the room, dropping his lover in his own office chair. "Shall we get to defiling?"
Tobirama sprawled, palming his cock. "Oh, absolutely."
Madara paused for a moment to admire the astoundingly arousing picture he made – like some fertility god upon his throne.
"You know," Tobirama said with a sly look, "if the first round was my midwinter gift, and this is to be your birthday gift – that still leaves your midwinter gift unaccounted for." His eyes darted across the room. "And it seems only fair that since I got my fantasy, you should get yours. What do you say, care to fuck me over your desk after this?"
Madara bit his lip. "You know, if you're offering to fulfil fantasies, I've got a few more…"
"Do you now?" Tobirama asked, amused.
"And it's new year's in a few days. We could celebrate again."
"With more gifts of fantasy-fulfilling sex?" Tobirama laughed. "I suppose that sounds fine. And you know, I've a few more fantasies of my own."
Madara stepped closer between Tobirama's spread thighs. "Yeah?"
"Mhmm."
"Your birthday's in just two months, right?"
"It is." Tobirama tilted his head up as Madara bent down to kiss him. "And I'm sure we could find a lot of other days to celebrate in between. And after."
"How about…" Madara hesitated, but forged onward, needing to know. "Dinner? Could we find time for that?"
Tobirama stared at him, then his lips spread in a slow smile. "We could do that too."
"Maybe several times?"
"On an exclusive basis, even."
Madara gave a relieved sigh. "Good."
"Very good," Tobirama agreed softly, then he huffed with mock impatience. "Now get in my lap already. You're supposed to be sitting on my cock."
Madara threw back his head and laughed. "Well," he drawled as he gamely sat astride Tobirama's thighs, passing over the lube, "I wouldn't want to derail your plans."
Tobirama glared. "I have fantastic plans," he insisted, as he slicked up his fingers and reached behind Madara.
Madara's breath hitched, arching into the penetration. "You do."
"But I'll grant," Tobirama murmured against his mouth, "that you are excellent at improvisation."
"I won't disappoint."
"I have faith."
"Does that make me the deity now?"
"Get on my cock already, and I promise to be properly worshipful."
"Deal."
The End
Notes: Quick question: do you feel like every sex act should be warned for? Or just the notable ones? Like, I've written a lot of gay porn, but I've never warned for anal sex – I feel like people should probably expect it. But I did warn for rimming in this one, and for intercrural in my hobbit fic because it didn't have anal. But now I'm wondering if there's folks out there specifically searching for anal sex who skip my fics because I haven't given a heads-up for it. (I'm overthinking this, aren't I.)