#I think that’s maybe more nagiri than the rolls but I have no idea

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I eat sushi rolls with my hands. 🐟

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Kinktober 2024 Day 2: [Stuck In Wall] | G̷r̷o̷o̷m̷i̷n̷g | F̷e̷e̷d̷i̷n̷g̷/̷S̷t̷u̷f̷f̷i̷n̷g

KanNagi (官ナギ) The Vampire Dies In No Time

“Tsujita” got roped into yet another goose chase to find Tsujigiri Nagiri. Of course, his luck has to be as bad as usual while Kantarou stays too overzealous.

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(cw: dubcon)

Nagiri wondered how he always ended up in such situations. He felt like his life was already difficult enough since he had lost his spiritual effigy, why couldn’t he be left alone as he tried to gain back some power. Why did that stupid VCD officer always have to come to him to chase after *himself*.

Sure he had found some amusement in the irony at first, but now it was downright annoying seeing how tiresome it was and how he always ended up hurt.

And here he was now, stuck in a wall.

It was all because Kantarou had decided to drag “Tsujita” into yet another wild goose chase after what he thought was Tsujigiri Nagiri. Sometimes Nagiri wondered just where he would get all those strange tips about himself, none of which were accurate nor the slightest bit close to being true.

Sometimes he wondered if the man was putting him through these situations on purpose. Or maybe he was just stupid and never thought anything through or ahead. That or he was so eager to catch him it made him careless.

Whatever the case was, Nagiri was always the one suffering from the consequences.

“Get me out of here” Nagiri growled, trying to push himself forward to get out of the hole. Why did Kantarou think he was small enough to fit through that hole in the wall. All that for a stupid stray cat that had made him think it was his target.

He would have tried using his blood blades to chip away at the wall to try and give himself some wiggle room. But that wasn't really a viable solution with Kantarou on the other side of the wall. There was nothing on his side of the wall he could lie about using and he would rather not meet his end by pile bunker strike while stuck like this.

“Don’t worry Tsujita!” Kantarou yelled, “I��ll get you out of there” he assured him.

He jumped a little when he started to feel hands all over his hips, trying to pull him backwards. But that didn’t really work either, or else he would have already gotten out. He tried kicking him when he instead started pushing on his ass, yelling that if he kept pushing like this he would just hurt him. Because it did hurt a little already, a sharper edge digging into him.

“Maybe your cape is in the way, I think if we managed to pull it away you would have a little room to move” he replied. Nagiri wanted to roll his eyes at this, not really thinking the pieces of clothes were thick enough to do the job. But really, he didn’t have a better option right now than try and follow his ideas.

He shifted a little when Kantrou reached around his hips, seemingly trying to get the cape moving where it had bunched up under him. He started shifting a little more when his hands kept bumping against his crotch, slowly getting him to react.

“Tsujita if you move so much I can’t try to pull it away” Kantarou replied, a large hand plastered on top of his thigh, trying to stop him from moving. Somehow this only seemed to make it worse, something inside his gut burning.

He hated how much he was reacting to so little right now.

He had never really been one to feel the need for sexual release, but it never stopped his body from feeling like he needed some release at times. And with how little privacy he had lately, he was a little pent up, as much as he hated admitting it.

But why was it showing up *now* of all times.

He tried hiding it, but it was hard when Kantarou was being so careless with his hand, rubbing and touching him by accident. But after one specific move, he could feel his body betray him, trying to grind back against him. He felt mortified when it happened, biting his lip to be sure he wouldn’t be making any sound.

“Tsujita…” Kantarou asked after a pause, “If you get excited like this it will only make it harder to get you out” he pointed out.

Nagiri felt like dying right now wouldn’t be so bad.

“Who’s fault is it!!” he yelled in frustration, “Can’t keep your hands to yourself, if you keep touching me like this I’ll react, I can’t control that”. From the sound Kantarou made behind, he had probably been shocked that he was the cause of it, and somehow the pause that came after it didn’t reassure him.

“Then I’ll help you so we can continue” Kantarou stated, sounding determined.

“No, you won’t!!” Nagiri yelled back, trying to kick him as best as he could. But really, it wasn’t doing much when the man was built the way he was. Instead, he got closer and made himself a spot between his legs, making it a little harder to kick him away.

He couldn’t do anything as Kantarou managed to pull his shirt outta the way, undoing his pants just enough to get his hand in. Nagiri had to bite his lip, drawing blood even, not to make a sound when he felt his hand grab him.

How sensitive was he?!

The hand wasn’t soft by any means, callous from excessive training and working making his hand a little rougher. Yet it still felt good once wrapped around him, Kantarou surprisingly good with his hands, moving just the right ways. He would never have expected him from all people to be good at giving handjobs. Sometimes it felt like he was too innocent and one-tracked-minded to really know about any of this.

But he supposed Kantarou was also an adult man, not an innocent child.

And he knew it shouldn’t be doing things to him, wondered *where* this all even came from. The way his hand felt on his hip, large and gripping him tightly, kept him from moving so much. Nagiri was actually a little taller than him, how could his hands feel bigger?!

And he could also feel him press against his ass, making him feel just what he was packing too. And that was him not even hard! That made him wonder if maybe he was that uninterested or treated this as work.

But right now it was hard to wonder about this when it felt so good to have Kantarou give him a handjob. He would never admit it out loud, but it did feel pretty good. He had to bring a hand to his mouth, biting on his own finger to keep any sound away.

“Hey idiot” he groaned, feeling close to the edge. “I’m getting closer” he admitted through gritted teeth, “Don’t dirty my clothes!” he yelled. His clothes were already grim and not as clean as they were from only being cleaned with river water, he didn’t want to add *that* to the mix. The moment he could get his hand on some cash he will try to go to a laundromat.

“Don’t worry about this, Tusjita, I got you!!” he yelled, sounding a little too cheerful, only redoubling in his effort too. In no time Nagiri found himself cuming, body tensing as he tried gripping the wall as best as he could. He would have tried at least enjoying the afterglow a little, forgetting where he was, if it wasn’t for the feeling of something wiping him clean.

“There, I used my handkerchief to be sure you would stay clean” Kantarou declared, sounding proud of himself. He quickly helped getting his clothes all in proper order afterwards, leaving Nagiri cursing him under his breath.

Then he froze when he heard the familiar sound of the pile bunker being activated. What was he doing now!?

He winced a little when he felt so of the wall break against his side, bigger chunks falling on him. Not enough to cause bad injuries, but enough where he felt it.

But at last, he was free.

And the moment he was able to stand on shaky legs, he grabbed onto Kantarou’s uniform lapel. “If you had this all along why didn’t you use it!!!” he yelled, feeling pissed that all this happened when it could have been so easily dealt with.

“While helping you I thought about how your clothes weren’t budging either” Kantarou explained, making Nagiri frown some more. “Then I remembered I did bring the pile bunker with me, I thought maybe it could work” he smiled, feeling proud of himself.

Nagiri couldn’t believe this idiot, how stupid was he. This had him letting go of him, marching away ready to go home. He was too done with any of this to stay even one more minute and risk some even worse things happening.

He tried getting out of his mind the memory of his hands on him as Kantarou ran after him, calling out to him.

[millennial-ring]

powershipping + on a boat?

Thank you, dear Anon, for being the very first person to request a prompt and asking for power

it’s not smut but there are mentions of fukken so i’m putting it under a cut

Seto Kaibalooked positively green as he clutched the railing of the boat with one handand held his rolling stomach with the other. The swaying of the boat was makinghis innards do flip flops, and he was sure if they didn’t reach theirdestination soon, he would empty the contents of his stomach into the sea.”

“I neverpictured you as the type to get seasick.” He heard Malik approach from behindand felt the other’s hand rest on the small of his back.

“This was ahorrible idea,” Seto huffed in lieu of a proper reply. He didn’t look at Malikeven as the other leaned against the railing beside him. He kept his eyestrained on the horizon. “Next time we travel anywhere, we’re taking a God damnplane.”

“Yes,because I really want to get into a giant flying metal cylinder. The last timewe went to Osaka was bad enough.”

“That was just a little bit of turbulence. It’s normal.”                                

“I saw my life pass before my eyes.”

“The odds ofa plane crashing is-“

Malik cuthim off. “One in a million, I know. We had this conversation when you told meabout this trip.”

“Correction.We had an argument.”

Malik smirked.“True.”

Kaiba tookhis eyes away from the water to glance down at Malik. He looked completely andperfectly at ease; he wore a white tank top and black harem pants, and themajority of his hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. The loose hair floatedaround in his face in the breeze, and the beginning of the sunset lit it up like gold,giving him an almost ethereal glow. Dark kohl surrounded his amethyst eyes anda bit of bronzer highlighted his cheeks and Cupid ’s bow, drawing Seto’sattention to his mouth.  All at once Setowas reminded of just how beautiful Malik was, and how he sometimes resembled afucking god in the right lighting(though he would never tell the brat that), and all he could think about washow nice it would be to kiss him right then.

But justthen his lunch of sashimi and nagiri filled his mouth, and he doubled over therailing and let it fall into the churning water below.

Malik hadthe nerve to laugh. He waited untilSeto’s stomach was completely empty before grabbing his arms and steering himtowards the galley below deck. “Okay, rule number one of seasickness; neverstare at the water. It just makes the rocking worse sometimes.”

“Now youtell me.” Seto rolled his eyes but allowed Malik to take him to the galley. Itwas relatively small, just big enough to cook for a party of one dozen maybe, but itwasn’t like Malik was hosting any kind of gatherings on the boat. It had been sitting unusedat the dock for as long as they’d been together, but Seto had never caredenough to ask him why he even had it.

Seto made abeeline for the coffee pot. Malik grabbed his collar and pulled him away.

“What thehell?”

“Rule numbertwo; no caffeine.”

“I’m goingto die.”

“And you sayI’m dramatic.” Malik made him sit at the island and prepared him a club sodawith fruit. “Only water and light, fizzy drinks.”

Seto huffedbut accepted the drink; anything to get the taste of regurgitated fish out ofhis mouth. “How do you know all this?”

Malik wassilent for a moment, a dark cloud passing over his face. “When I was leadingthe Ghouls I would only travel by boat. Planes scared the shit out of me.”

Seto hummedan acknowledgement, but didn’t speak. He rarely did when Malik talked about hispast; he just made sounds to show he was listening and to encourage Malik toelaborate if he wanted. Today, it seemed, he didn’t.

“Haven’t youbeen on a boat before?” he asked instead, watching Seto drink his drink.

“Twice. Oncefor a business party my step father threw, and again before Atem and Yugidueled.”

“Were younot sick then?”

“No. Thosewere much bigger boats. They didn’t rock as much.”

When Setofinished his club soda Malik took his hands and lead him to the stateroom. Itwas more like a hotel bedroom with the way it was decorated, with a large,plush bed to one side and a TV on a dresser on the other. There werecomfortable chairs here and there and plenty of light to let Kaiba sleep whilekeeping Malik’s nightmares away. Malik laid Seto down on the satin sheets andbegan unbuttoning his shirt. A spark of arousal shot through him, but he pushedMalik’s hands away.

“As much asI’d love to, not now.”

Maliksnickered. “Oh no, I have absolutely no plans to fuck you while you’re indanger of throwing up on me or my bed. I just figured you’d be more comfortableif you were out of these stuffy clothes.”

“In thatcase, I can do it myself.”

“Ah, but doyou want to.”

Kaibascowled up at him. Malik snickered again and finished unbuttoning Seto’s shirt.Seto sat up and allowed Malik to pull the fabric from his body, then lifted hiships so Malik could remove his pants. Despite his still churning stomach Setowanted Malik to remove his boxers, too, and kiss his hips and thighs the waySeto liked it and make his whole outing worth the indignity of a lost lunch.

Alas, Malikfolded his clothes and went to lay them on the dresser.

“Can I havemy phone back.” It was more of a demand than a request, and he held out hishand expectantly.

“Nope. Rulenumber three; no reading.”

“Damn,Malik. I can’t have my phone, my coffee, or sex? And you prefer sailing toflying?”

Malik turnedand winked at him. “I’m not the one who gets seasick.”

“When we getto dry land I’m going to find the nearest hotel, shove your face to the bed,and fuck you until you’re begging to travel back by private jet.”

Maliklaughed, a sound that always made Seto’s chest swell with delight for somefucking reason or another. “Keep talking like that and you’ll just get yourself worked up.” He pointed to thetenting in Seto’s boxers.

Seto yankedthe sheets over him.

Malikgiggled and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with the trash can andset it on Seto’s side of the bed. Then he slipped out of his pants, leaving hisshirt on, and crawled under the sheets next to Seto. His arms slid around hismiddle and he pressed a trio of kisses to Seto’s bare shoulder, then leanedeven closer and kissed the corner of Seto’s mouth. Seto sighed contently, turninghis head just enough to let their lips connect. The kiss was chaste, neitherreally wanting to do much more until Seto brushed his teeth.

When theymoved apart Seto rolled over so they were facing each other. Malik kissed himagain, then rested his head on his chest. “Sleep,” he cooed, and Seto hummed, notrealizing how tired he actually was until Malik’s arms had wrapped around him.He closed his eyes, ready to doze off, but his stomach decided to ruin thepeaceful moment with the very last remains of his lunch.

Maliksnickered and rubbed his back as he shoved his face into the trash can. “Okay,I give up. Next time we can take a plane.”