Title: Marathon Sex
Pairing: Bankotsu/Jakotsu
List and Prompt (# and Theme): Crunchy, Prompt #10, Marathon Sex
Rating: R
Words: 300
Universe/Genre: AU; Romance
Warnings: none
Summary: The guys discover that too much of a good thing isn't always the best…
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"Remind me to smack upside the head whoever it was who said marathon sex was awesome," Jakotsu said wearily. "My ass is so sore; I don't think I can sit for a week."
"I'm sorry…"
"It's okay, Ban honey." Jakotsu turned his head to the left and smiled at his life-partner, while they lay in bed, recovering from a day spent nookying.
"If it makes you feel any better my weasel hurts. I think I rubbed him raw."
"Awe… poor lil Dumpling. I'd kiss it and make it better, but not after where it's been." The cross-dresser giggled.
"It's your ass," Bankotsu pointed out.
"Yes, but it's a dark and dirty place, my dear."
The younger man laughed. "That's certainly true."
"Hey!" The cross-dresser reached over to playfully smack him.
"All kidding aside, I think we should go clean up."
"I couldn't agree more, Ban honey, but my ass still hurts too much to move." Jakotsu sighed.
"Really? How come you didn't tell me I was hurting you?"
"Because it was a good pain and I was able to ignore it at the time… And I'm tired too."
Bankotsu looked over at him like he had three heads. "How the hell can you be tired? I did all the work."
"True, true… But it also takes a lot of work to go from doggie-style to lying flat on my back with my ankles around my ears while you pound me into the mattress…" Jakotsu reached for his life-partner's hand. Taking it, he brought it his lips and kissed the back of it.
"Only you…" Bankotsu chuckled.
"Yup!" the cross-dresser smirked. Growing more serious, he added, "Let's just drag our sorry old carcasses out of bed and into the shower."
"On one condition…"
"That being?"
"No shower sex."
"Works for me…"