#im embarrassed dont say a word abt this hanebdmd

[clownwrites]

Johnshi NSFT

Warnings: TopKen/SubJohn;Rowdy Mime Fuckin; PwP

Johnny makes fun of Kenshi having a "clown fetish" that he doesn't actually have. Kenshi decides to agree to shut him up.

Sento laid across Johnny's dresser, glowing vibrantly against the warm lighting of the room. In the mirror behind it, reflected a creaking bed of passion, towels that were laid to protect fine linens strewn into tangled rags under them from the very enthusiastic and abrasive thrusting from Kenshi. He didn't wear his mask, eyes a glow and smoking vibrantly, his lover trapped below his onslaught of arousal. Johnny was bent beneath him, whining into pillow cases, tossing care out the door for the dignity of his sheets now stained in black and white face paint. Specifically grease paint, that melted from his face and neck, his striped clothes barely covering him. Comically short overalls scrunched into the bend of one leg and his striped shirt tangled around his neck, his hand gripping the collar where he failed to take it off fast enough to soothe Kenshi's vengeful arousal.

How they got here doesn't really matter, say for Johnny ruthlessly teasing the swordsman about an interest in clowns, something Kenshi vehemently denied up until Johnny had decided it would be funny to set up some kind of anniversary gift around a mime theme to mock him. Nah. What mattered now was how Johnny whined and cried at the painful, open handed slap across his ass. His dick jumped and he mewled at the reward of his once humiliated lover, slamming the head of his cock into the Star's prostate, slipping past it just slightly before pulling back and repeating the bruising cycle.

"Oh- oh god, please!" Johnny cried, legs shaking. where one hand was trapped in the tangle of his costume, the other arm was sore beneath him, where he supported the arch in his back. Johnny's dick was left with nothing in attention, dribbling uselessly into the muddied makeup staining the sheets beneath them. Kenshi knew this and reveled in the feeling of his partner's palpable desperation, the gross viscosity of precum and lube that turned on once cool friction into the squelching rhythm of his hips meeting Johnny's red ass.

"Kenshi, Kenshi-!" Johnny begged with nothing to barter with. Frustrated, the swordsman snaked his hand around Johnny's throat, his palm firmly pressing against the man's adam's apple, choking the cries of his lover when Ken pulled the entertainment back into his chest and forced him to look in the mirror of his dresser, Where sento glowed enthusiastically and his smoking eyes eerily trailed in the same aesthetics.

Johnny saw through the near blindness of his melted face paint, the black and white kiss marks he'd left on Kenshi's jaw and chest, he saw the lust in the smoke of his lovers' sockets and gulped anticipating some amazing finish to this rather cruel show. "Ugh, shit" Johnny shuddered, humiliated in the light of his attire and how it was being used "fucking christ, Kenshi!" The swordsman chortled, pulling the star's head back into his shoulder and licking the paint off the pulse point of Johnny's neck, when the tip of his tongue reached his ear, Kenshi smacked his mouth closed and swallowed the paint he'd cleaned off. Quickly, Kenshi stilled Johnny's lips before it could shudder out more cries, aggressively palming his mouth and smearing whatever makeup was left there.

"You know…-" Kenshi shushes, his breath terribly cold against the wet shell of Johnny's ear "-Mimes don't make any noise, I'm afraid we're gonna have to redo this scene, Johnny." Despite his wide eyed chagrin, Johnny's legs shook and his cock poured molten arousal at the rumbling sound of his lover's voice against his back.

"Take two?" Kenshi asked again, showing a brief softness in their play, Johnny shaking his head feverishly, gulping the uttered noises of approval before he was slammed back into his mattress. The hand that gripped his mouth, now dug through his hair and painfully grasped him at the scalp.

"Really know how to give a man a good time, Johnny boy!" Kenshi nearly laughed, his hips slamming back into his lover, who yelped at the sensation of Kenshi's sharp hips meeting his ass again.

"next time I see your circus make sure to bring a few more party tricks, you know I love a good laugh."