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how you can help palestine

*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*

Donations

donations currently reaching gaza:

‼️ help buy e-sims for people in gaza

donate to get food packages to gaza - care for gaza

donate direct aid to gaza - ehab rida (longtime activist and volunteer, has been carrying out donations and humanitarian projects in gaza since 2021)

palestine children's relief fund

world food programme

aid to gaza - taawon/bank of palestine

help gaza’s children

female hygiene kits for gaza - pious project

donate to UNRWA

urgent humanitarian aid to palestinians - anera

medical aid for palestinians

urgent support for medical professionals in gaza

gaza evacs and prosthetics - raindove (link to donations in their bio)

donate to ahmed (@/90-ghost on tumblr)

he is born, raised and based in gaza. please help him reach his goal of $50K to get his family to safety across the rafah border into egypt. as of right now… it’s $7.5K per person to evacuate gaza.

help journalist yousef escape gaza to treat his cancer

help mohamed evacuate gaza to get treatment for himself and his daughter

support palestinians: buy a keffiyeh from the last and only factory in palestine - hirbawi

secondary donations:

click to donate - arab.org

emergency relief for gaza - pious projects

palestine red crescent society

save palestine - islamic relief canada

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

donate for the recovery of hisham awartani

one of the three palestinian students shot by a racist in vermont for wearing kufiyas and speaking arabic. hisham’s injuries have left him paralysed from below the chest.

Petitions

‼️ urge icj to invite gazan journalists to testify

international cultural workers to strike from german cultural institutions for their complicity in oppressing palestinians and promoting genocide - strike germany

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty international

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance

invoke the genocide convention to call for ceasefire in gaza - world beyond war

suspend israel from international sports - diem25

UK to expel israeli ambassador - change.org

gaza healthcare workers for nobel peace prize - change.org

teachers around the world demand ceasefire - teachers for palestine

president whitten: reinstate samia halaby retrospective NOW - action network

demand the immediate release of mansour shouman

location specific petitions

gaza call for lasting ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

protect gaza civilians - islamic relief (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

@ biden: call for ceasefire now - move on (USA)

ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so don’t worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.

no forced displacement! - action network

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

immediate ceasefire and increase in humanitarian aid in gaza - actionaid (AUS)

email your MPs - stand with palestine (AUS)

‼️ australian senate to investigate australian citizens in the IDF for war crimes allegations - fpm (AUS)

‼️ arms embargo on israel - cjpme (CANADA)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

call on your local mayor and council to demand ceasefire - LeadNow (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

écrivez aux député-es et sénateurs-trices - association france palestine solidarité (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

template of letters you can send (EU)

guide on how to contact your MPs in EU

p.s. if the template is outdated, just use it as a guide and add a few sentences here and there that reflect the current situation. i can’t find any recent templates so :/ at least this is something

multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)

includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations

den haag, maak nú werk van vrede in israël/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)

māori call for palestine - ourActionStation (NZ)

deem israeli actions as war crimes - NZ parliament/pāremata aotearoa (NZ)

basta ao genocídio em Gaza! - awaaz (BRAZIL)

globo e grande mídia, parem de desumanizar civis palestinos - the intercept (BRAZIL)

manifesto ao governo brasileiro - petição pública (BRAZIL)

Campaigns

‼️ justice for palestine

reach out to countries to back up south africa’s invoke genocide convention at the ICJ

‼️ international criminal court

submit evidences of israeli war crimes

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

decolonise palestine

poster campaign to raise awareness on the war crimes being committed against palestinians

text/call campaign for people living in USA

text RESIST @ 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103–a bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel

download 5Calls app to contact members of your congress | (more info)

fax campaign for people in the USA

go on this website to send 5 free faxes per day

here’s a link to a pre-written fax copy you can download to send (the first link on the linktree)

here’s a video that explains how to fax your senator (it’s very easy and all you need is a valid email address)

‼️ BDS movement

get involved in boycotting companies associated with israel

palestine diaspora network

global strike guide - join the global strike!

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them in. and please reblog the original post!!

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Ships: Tsukasa/Yusuke [References to poly studio]

Warnings: NSFW

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How they even got on the topic was lost to Yusuke by this point. He was only really paying half attention to the conversation anyways and his filter was always worse when he wasn't thinking. All he had really heard as he shoved another rice ball in his mouth was something about Tsukasa’s red and black jacket he’d worn when he acted as the Great Leader.

The image of a much darker and almost scary Tsukasa flashed in Yusuke’s mind’s eye. However, with that image in his head and the singular brain cell working overtime to try and process the conversation he was supposed to be a part of he blurted out his words before anything could stop them.

“He was really fuckin’ sexy, though,” he said around a mouth of rice.

A loud cough from Daiki choking on what seemed like a mix of his own rice ball and howling laughter caused Yusuke to look up at the two. They both stared at him, one in humor and one in confusion mixed a bit with disbelief.

“What?” Natsumi hissed out right as Daiki was able to dislodge the rice from his lungs and immediately go into loud, obnoxious laughing.

Yusuke felt his cheeks instantly go bright red in embarrassment. “Fuck—” he choked out, forcing himself not to also start coughing on his rice. He gave a hard, painful swallow. “I—Did I say that all out loud?”

“Absolutely,” Daiki howled out, tears peeking at the corners of his eyes.

The grongi frowned at his response; feeling mocked by the thief.

“You find Great Leader hot?” Natsumi asked for clarification.

Yusuke raised his hands almost in defense. “No! Or—well I mean, not the whole ‘leader of Dai Shocker’ thing. That…that kind of sucked, yeah,” his explanations were turning to mumbles as he scratched at his cheek with a single finger. Trying to find the words to explain the private thought he’d accidentally let slip. “It’s more just the way he looked, I guess? The costume was…ah…really nice? I guess? And I mean it is kinda hot when he—” Yusuke practically bit his lips with how hard he snapped his mouth closed. He did not want to continue that sentence.

“Oh no,” Daiki spoke, leaning forward. His laughter having momentarily subsided but the shit-eating grin still plastered to his features. “Do continue. I wanna hear all about your villain-kink fantasies.”

“It’s not a villain-kink!” Yusuke hissed.

“No, no. I’m not judging,” the thief returned with his hands flicking out in surrender before going back to cradle his chin in the most obnoxious manner. “If anything I know exactly what it is. The power imbalance, the underlying threat just making the whole thing that much hotter. Maybe even a good fight as foreplay before getting thrown down and a boot or heel pressing down dangerously on your coc—“

“Ah!” Cried out Natsumi as she shoved her hands against her ears. “Stop! No! I don’t wanna think about that!”

Daiki laughed at her reaction. Yusuke, however, was grateful for her interruption. He wasn’t sure how much more of Daiki’s words he could take before the steam started coming out of his ears like a locomotive.

“Oh come on. You gotta admit it’s pretty hot,” Daiki chuckled at her as he leaned back in his seat.

She pouted at him. “Well…I guess his costume was kind of nice,” she mumbled. “But that doesn't mean I think his whole ‘villain’ thing is hot. If anything it was really upsetting…”

“Yeah but that fear is what’s hot for some people,” Daiki explained. “Sometimes there’s something about a knife at your throat that can get you real hot ‘n’ bothered.”

“How did we get on this conversation,” she groaned.

The thief gave out another chuckle. “Ask Kuuga.” He thumbed over at the flustered grongi who was now trying to use the rice balls to distract himself from the current topic.

“Right, well, Kuuga looks ready to drop dead from embarrassment so let’s drop the conversation, ‘Kay?”

Daiki shrugged with a nonchalant smile. “Fine, but if you ever need someone to play the villain for you, Yuuchan.” He gave a wink in place of finishing his words.

That made Yusuke choke on his rice. The one thing he’d been doing pretty well at avoiding this whole conversation.

Even the harsh slap on his shoulder from Natsumi didn’t disway Daiki’s joyous howls at the other’s reaction.

All three, however, completely stilled when the sound of feet and a familiar voice entered the room at once. “What are you cackling at now?” Tsukasa questioned as he walked to the table and grabbed a rice ball for himself.

“Yusuke thinks your Dai Shocker fit is sexy,” Daiki responded with ease and zero hesitation.

Yusuke hadn’t been able to face Tsukasa for the next two days. Taking to almost complete avoidance. He was also giving Daiki the silent treatment for a short bit. He was pretty (and rightfully) pissed at the other for his carelessness. He had no business telling Tsukasa that!

Still, Yusuke couldn’t hide forever. He knew that. He also couldn’t stay mad at Daiki forever. He decided he would face Tsukasa. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to come full clean and actually talk about what had happened. Was there really anything to talk about? Maybe apologize for avoiding him but otherwise Yusuke wouldn’t mind just sweeping anything else under a rug and out of sight. Ignoring the event as if it had never happened at all.

Of course, he couldn’t do anything if he didn’t know where Tsukasa even was. The other rider hadn’t shown hide nor hair of himself all day. It was pretty odd. Natsumi had mentioned she’d seen him get breakfast much earlier but that was it. The momentary fear that Tsukasa was avoiding him had also popped into Yusuke’s mind. However, that was quickly dismissed by a text lighting up his phone.

‘Meet me in my room’

There was no other context. Yusuke was about to ask but decided against it. Maybe Tsukasa wanted to talk about what had happened privately? It wasn’t that big a deal was it…

He let out a little sigh before getting up off the couch and walking towards the other’s room. He’d just quickly apologize and then they could laugh it off before completely pretending it never happened at all. That was a good plan. It was a great plan.

He gave a polite knock on the door before opening it up and looking in. Any plans or words completely died on his tongue when he saw what sat in wait.

Tsukasa sat in his room. On the damn throne he insisted they steal from Dai Shocker years ago. Hair and makeup done up in that old style matching the uniform of The Great Leader. An elbow rested on the arm of the chair while his hand held up his chin in an almost disinterested expression.

Yusuke felt his heart stop beating.

Of all the things he expected to open the door to, that was not one of them.

“Well?” Tsukasa finally pierced the thin wall of silence. He locked eyes with Yusuke in a way that made the other feel practically naked. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come in?”

That made the other move. He stepped into the room as if on autopilot and gently closed the door behind him. His eyes pulled away from the lock Tsukasa seemed to have on them and instead roamed around the rest of the room. Looking at anything that wasn’t Tsukasa himself. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, practically floundering mentally as he attempted to process the current situation and thus react to it.

Before he could do any of that, however, Tsukasa spoke again: “Sit.”

Something about the way he spoke was different here. It still sounded like Tsukasa. And it definitely didn’t sound like the Great Leader. But it was something else. Something in between the two. Something specifically created for the sake of whatever was taking place in the moment. The sound practically made Yusuke want to comply. Maybe because he knew Tsukasa wasn’t going to hurt him? Or maybe he was just embarrassingly into whatever the fuck was going on.

Clearly his stunned silence went on too long for the other’s liking. “I said, sit.”

Yusuke wasn’t sure where he was supposed to sit so he opted to kneeling before the other. He kept his eyes on the feet of the chair. The ornate wood suddenly super interesting to the grongi. His gaze was taken from the chair when he caught sight of Tsukasa’s foot moving.

The toe of his boot gently hooked under Yusuke’s chin, pulling his head back up to look at the other. The way Tsukasa looked down at him caused Yusuke’s gut to start doing somersaults.

“This is what you wanted right? If not, you can tell me and I’ll stop.” The words were sincere and genuine even if his face and body language told a vastly different story.

“Wanted?” Yusuke questioned. The single word being the only thing he could choke out. He was about to question if he was somehow sick with how hot his body was starting to feel.

“Daiki told me you liked this, right?” His boot trailed from Yusuke’s chin slowly down his neck before coming back up to keep the other’s head in place. “I thought you would enjoy it.”

It took Yusuke a moment to really register what was happening. But the way Tsukasa was looking him in the eyes now made it click properly into place. Almost as if he were looking for something specific. Yusuke instantly realized it was consent. Some sort of affirmation that this was indeed the correct assumption and the go to continue.

The way his mind was completely short circuiting made it hard to really think. The obvious answer was yes but Yusuke was sure there was a reason he didn’t ask for this in the first place. He was trying so hard to remember it. His eyes roamed over Tsukasa, looking for that reason that had originally held him back. When his gaze landed on the familiar emblem it hit him like a bolt of lightning.

“Wait,” he forced out.

Tsukasa instantly straightened in his chair, pulling back his leg. “Do you want me to stop?”

Yusuke shook his head. “No I—you…”

“‘I’ what?”

“Do you want this?” He asked outright. “I mean,” Yusuke looked down from the other’s eyes trying to find the right words. He looked back at him. “Are you comfortable dressing like this? Even if I think it’s hot that doesn’t mean you should force yourself or anything for that.” He mumbled out the last part with some embarrassment.

“I’m not forcing myself,” Tsukasa said immediately. “But…” he paused to hum in thought, clearly actually giving the questions full consideration.

Yusuke sat up a bit more. His hands rested on his lap as he waited patiently for the other to speak. He knew the other wasn’t the kind to be so honest or open about how he felt. He didn’t mind waiting for him to get the proper words in order.

“I’m not particularly proud of it all,” Tsukasa finally admitted. “Wearing it all again does feel…odd. But knowing you like it helps. If anything it’s a use for all this crap I stole. I took it to make a point but it all would just collect dust otherwise. This could be—what is it called,” Tsukasa waved his hand lightly as he looked for the words. “Recontextualizing therapy or whatever.” He dropped his hand back to the arm rest before looking to Yusuke again. “Either way, fucking my boyfriend over a fallen leader’s throne seems like a good way to spit in the face of it all if you ask me.”

The shorter hero felt the last statement shoot through him like a shock to the system. “Right,” he choked out. “Guess that’s as good a reason as any.”

Tsukasa gave a humored sigh at the reaction. He then leaned back against the chair, that same faux air of disinterest returning. “How rude of me though, asking the great warrior to sit on the ground.” He then uncrossed his legs and put both his arms on the chair’s rests. Almost presenting himself to the other. “Come take a seat.”

Yusuke’s mind immediately went back to short circuiting. Despite every wire in his brain feeling as though it were sparking in the wrong directions he still found the thought to follow the request. He got back to his feet before climbing up and straddling his legs over the kaijin’s lap.

He didn’t get much time to settle before Tsukasa’s hands were on his waist and pulling him flush against his chest. The taller’s lips ghosted across Yusuke’s as he spoke. “Though I was thinking of taking the patches off the jacket.”

“O-oh yeah?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed. Letting his teeth grab at Yusuke’s bottom lip. “Maybe replace it with something else. Then I can wear it a bit more casually.” He flicked his eyes up to the other’s. “Wouldn’t you like to see me wear it more often?”

The grongi gave a hard swallow. “I think if you fuck me while wearing this I’ll only be able to think of your dick when I see it.”

“You say that like it wouldn’t compel me to do so even more.”

“Tsukasa!” Yusuke hissed with embarrassment and aimed to smack his shoulder.

The hand was quickly caught by the wrist before it could make contact. The inside of his wrist being brought up to Tsukasa’s lips. He hummed against the skin. “I guess having it as something private for just you three would make it more intimate.” He let go of the wrist only to move his mouth to Yusuke’s neck. Lightly pressing his lips against it between words. “I do want to move the chair to the main room though. It’s very ornate and dramatic. It suits me.”

Yusuke was starting to lose his ability to keep up with the conversation at this point. He felt as if he were being melted into putty by the lips on his neck and the fingers on his hip. He placed his own hands on Tsukasa’s chest, feeling the leather under his finger tips. “Dramatic is definitely a word I’d use for both of y—Ah!” His words were abruptly cut off by surprise at the teeth suddenly digging into his skin.

Liquid heat coursed through him and pooled at his gut. He grabbed onto Tsukasa’s shoulders as if his life depended on it. If he wasn’t getting hard before he was definitely quick on his way now. His shout of surprise quickly turned to moans as Tsukasa’s teeth and lips worked at his neck. Meanwhile hands finding their way under his shirt but not lifting it. Only enough to tease at the skin.

Yusuke couldn’t help the way his hips ground down, looking for any friction at all. He was granted it, thankfully, as Tsukasa responded by grabbing his hips and meeting his movement with ernest.

When the kaijin moved away from Yusuke’s neck the other took the moment to go for his lips. Pressing them together and wasting no time at all opening his mouth for Tsukasa’s tongue.

The back and forth was very similar to their usual foreplay. But there was something added to this one. Maybe it was where Yusuke was currently sitting. Or even the feeling of unfamiliar leather under his fingers. Even with his eyes closed he knew how Tsukasa was currently made up under him.

Yusuke would never admit out loud how the way Tsukasa looked right then had been burned in his brain from the first time he’d seen it. He would never admit how the sight had been part of many a night fantasy for him.

It also probably didn’t help that it was all leather. Yusuke didn’t think he had a leather-kink, but he could be easily persuaded otherwise by the feeling of Tsukasa’s hardened cock grinding against his own; straining against the shiny black fabric in a way that could only be described as down right pornographic.

Tsukasa pulled away from the kiss, leaving Yusuke to give out an embarrassing sound of complaint at the action. The kaijin gave a chuckle at that that only embarrassed him more.

The reasoning for the parting became quickly apparent as Tsukasa pulled at the ends of Yusuke’s letterman. He leaned forward to bite at the other’s earlobe before whispering: “strip.”

Yusuke bit at the inside of his cheek just enough to calm down whatever the fuck that tone of voice was currently doing to him in the very specific current situation. He realized the only way he was going to efficiently get all his clothes off would be to get up and so he did. He slid off Tsukasa’s lap, erection on full display through his jeans.

He’d almost hoped that Tsukasa would take the moment to also strip, if only so he didn’t feel like he was under the spotlight. This was not the case, however, as the other stayed seated and watched. The way he was looking at the grongi made Yusuke feel like he was already naked.

He pushed away the thought and started with his task. Starting with his letterman before throwing off his hoodie and tee shirt all at once then discarding it all to the floor. Once that was taken care of he set to undoing his pants. He was frustrated with how hard he was from the most basic heavy petting fucking possible; especially since it made getting his jeans off a fight he really didn’t feel like engaging when he could be rutting against his boyfriend like a fucking animal.

It wasn’t till Yusuke was successfully kicking off his jeans and boxers that Tsukasa spoke up again. “You know where the lube is. Get it before sitting back down.” Yusuke looked back up at him just in time to see the grin form on his lips. “I’d just hate to hurt my bug. At least without the proper safe word in place.”

Oh yeah. Yusuke was definitely going to die here. That was fine, he thought. Probably the best way someone in his line of work could die young.

He gave out a shaky sigh before quickly grabbing the bottle from Tsukasa’s side drawer and then making his way back onto his lap.

He let the other take the bottle before speaking up. “I’m not sure how, uh, stain resistant leather is.”

Tsukasa barely acknowledged the concern as he began to run his hands up Yusuke’s legs. Feeling every dip, curve, and scar along his skin. Going up his hips and chest. Every touch sending shivers down the shorter rider’s spine. He pulled Yusuke down so that his lips practically touched the other’s ear. “I don’t think I care all that much if you ruin this particular suit. I don’t hold any value to it anyways.”

The hot breath on his ear mixed with the idea of ‘ruining’ Tsukasa’s outfit caused Yusuke to give out a breathy moan. He pushed his forehead against Tsukasa’s shoulder. “You’re such a fuckin’ ass,” he grumbled.

Tsukasa gave a humored sigh at that. “Yeah?” He questioned as he poured lube over his fingers. “If I’m so mean maybe I should just let you leave then?”

“I’d kill you,” Yusuke hissed out. “Finish what you started.”

A full chuckle came out at that. “Was already planning on it.”

Yusuke shivered at the feeling of slick, cool fingers pressing at his ass. He let out another breath as he prepared for the initial intrusion. When the first finger pushed in, Yusuke instinctually curled up against Tsukasa. Shoving his face closer into the other’s shoulder, near binding the dual collars of his top piece.

Tsukasa already knew Yusuke’s body and could play it like a fiddle. Thankfully he knew Yusuke wasn’t the slow type. He was fast and wild both out of the bedroom and in. He didn’t do patience or coddling. (Unless it was affectionately forced on him when he was being a hardhead.) So it didn't take Tsukasa long at all before he was moving to open up the man and pushing in more fingers along the way.

Yusuke was also loud. Which no one ever minded. When he’d started having sex with the other three, all of them noticed that he would take to shoving his hands against his mouth in some way. Or shoving his face into a pillow or neck. Of course, it was the universal opinion of the studio that this was completely unacceptable and made it their mission to practically train him out of it.

Because of this, it didn’t take long at all before Yusuke was making his pleasure explicitly clear with his voice. His groans only grew as he rocked between pushing back against Tsukasa’s fingers and forward to chase whatever friction he could get.

When the fingers inside of him hit a particular bundle of nerves, Yusuke let out a cry. His hands fisted into the leather under them. “Fuck,” he hissed out. “Tsu-Tsuka, please.”

The other rider let out a curious hum. “‘Please’?” He questioned as he looked down at Yusuke. “‘Please’ what?” He punctuated his words by curling his fingers and pressing directly into that same spot.

Yusuke gave out a choked wine; pressing his face harder into the other’s neck. “Please, god, please just fuck me,” he wined out brokenly.

Tsukasa gave a hum as if he were contemplating the request. Finally he used his free hand to turn Yusuke’s face back to him. “Alright. But we’re going to play by my rules.”

“Rules?” He questioned with an unfocused look of confusion.

No answer was immediately given. Instead, Tsukasa pulled his fingers out (to Yusuke’s chagrin) and moved to stand them both up. He kept his hands on the shorter rider as it became clear that standing was easier said than done at the moment. He then positioned Yusuke to bend over the arm of the chair, pressing against him.

The grongi shivered at the feeling of the other’s clothed erection pressed against his naked ass. He attempted to press back against it only for Tsukasa to grab his hips with one hand and his hair with the other. Stilling him and pressing his face into the seat of the chair.

“Don’t get ahead of me, bug,” he purred out. He then bent forward, pressing flush against Yusuke’s back with his face at his ear. “Listen closely,” he started. He ran his hands across the shorter’s back, letting them roam down his sides and up his stomach. One resting over where he knew the amadam lay just under the skin. The familiar buzz of energy, now sporadic and sparking from excitement, just barely detectable to his touch. Yusuke shook under his fingers, a groan letting out of him as he tried to patiently wait for the other to continue.

“Don’t come until I tell you. And don’t break my chair.” He ran a hand up Yusuke’s arm. “I know how strong you are and I’d really hate for this to be a one time thing because you shattered the damn thing.” He then grabbed Yusuke’s hair again and yanked his head back up. Immediately contrasting the harsh treatment with a number of soft kisses against his cheek before finally whispering: “Understand?”

“Yes,” Yusuke choked out with what was more breath than actual voice.

Tsukasa lifted from the other’s back and let go of his hair. He undid the front of his pants just enough to pull out his dick and prepare himself with the lubricant. Once he was ready he grabbed Yusuke by the hip and replied “Good” before pressing himself against the other’s ass.

Yusuke tensed up at the sudden feeling but quickly relaxed so as not to hurt himself. As soon as Tsukasa felt him relax he pushed in. Taking only as much care and time needed so not to seriously injure the man. Once he was in all the way he rested a hand on Yusuke’s back. The other shook under every touch. Soft broken moans coming from him at even the smallest shift and movement.

Tsukasa also took a moment to breathe. It was all he could do to keep from immediately pounding into the hot, tight man practically writhing under him. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he finally spoke.

It didn’t take longer than a few breaths before Yusuke was nodding. “I’m ready, I’m ready,” he sighed out. He pushed his forearms against the seat of the chair, propping himself up just enough to be comfortable.

Once the okay was given, Tsukasa wasted no time in pulling himself back out to the tip and slamming back in.

The cry that came out of the rider under him was the instant gratification Tsukasa was aiming for. The sound only spurred him on to continue as he pulled out and slammed back in with enough force to break a human. But neither of them were human. And neither of them needed to be treated like fragile glass. So Tsukasa didn’t bother holding back as he rammed into Yusuke; finding a rhythm and keeping to it.

Yusuke, on the other hand, was a mess. It took more focus than he wanted to admit to keep himself propped up on his arms. His moans coming out broken and loud. Choking on his cries of pleasure at each hard thrust. He attempted to match Tsukasa’s rhythm by pressing back against each thrust. A dark part of his mind begging Tsukasa to fuck him deep enough to completly rearrange his guts. He wanted the other to absolutely ruin him.

Thankfully, Tsukasa knew this already. He bent himself over the other again, aiming to get a deeper angle as he went. One hand latched onto Yusuke’s hip with an iron grip, the other pressed against the seat beside Yusuke’s head so to prop himself up.

Yusuke pressed his forehead against the seat, crying out moans like his life depended on it. Feeling the leather of the costume pressed against his bare skin and ass with each thrust. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He knew he wasn’t. “I need,” he forced out between moans. Trying as best he could to warn the other.

Tsukasa slowed down at the words. “‘Need’?” He questioned. “You’re not thinking of breaking our game’s rules, are you?”

Yusuke let out a loud groan of frustration. Both at the other’s words and at him slowing the pace when he was so fucking close.

“I guess I could let you come,” Tsukasa hummed in thought as he slowly rolled his hips against the other’s ass. He then grabbed his arm and yanked them both up to stand. Pulling Yusuke flush against his chest. “If you beg for it,” he whispered to his ear.

Of all the humiliating… Yusuke almost wanted to cuss him out. However, something about it was also just…erotic. The position he was in, the way Tsukasa had been acting almost the whole time. And now, the order to beg to be allowed release. Fuck. Maybe Daiki wasn’t too off the mark with that ‘villain-kink’ shit. Yusuke always hated when he was right.

He leaned his head back against the other’s chest, attempting to calm his breathing enough to actually speak. “Please,” he moaned out. “Tsukasa, please, I can’t hold out much longer.” His whole body felt on fire but that didn’t stop his face from heating up from embarrassment.

Tsukasa didn’t respond immediately. Instead, taking the slow moment to run his hands across the other’s soft skin. One hand going back to rest over the amadam and the other gently teasing at Yusuke’s nipples. The ministrations causing the familiar sounds of pleasure to begin to fall out again. “See if you can hold out as long as I can,” Tsukasa finally whispered. “Think you can do that?”

As much as Yusuke wanted to just be allowed to come immediately, the call to a challenge bristled under his skin. He sighed to try and calm himself, then nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, of course I can,” he replied with the confidence of a god.

Tsukasa smiled at that. He then pulled out, causing Yusuke to give a distraught wine. “Trust me,” was all Tsukasa gave to the other’s frustrations. He then picked up the man in his arms so to turn them both around and drop Yusuke on the bed; letting him fall on his back with his legs still dangling off the sides.

Yusuke let out a sound of surprise before looking up at the taller, who still stayed standing. Sex hazed eyes that still had enough thought to look at him in mind confusion.

Tsukasa ran a hand down the other’s chest. “Apologies if it breaks the illusion. But I do want to look at you.”

The grongi couldn’t stop the dopey grin that pulled up on his lips at that. “It’s cool. My arms were kinda crampin’ on the chair anyways,” he admitted with a chuckle.

It didn’t take Tsukasa long to line himself back up and push in. Now with front seat view to the way Yusuke writhed and squirmed under him. Re-finding his rhythm was, thankfully, easy as it only took a moment before he was ramming himself into the other rider at full force yet again. The sight of Yusuke was enough to make him come all on its own.

He gripped the fabric of Tsukasa’s bed like a lifeline; his knuckles going white, clearly keeping himself from accidentally ripping the sheet. Arching his back with every thrust, doing anything he could to meet Tsukasa’s movements and find friction.

Tsukasa dropped his hand to the bed next to Yusuke, keeping his legs up with the other hand as he worked to find the right angle. Finally, his efforts were rewarded as he hit the same bundle of nerves his fingers had found earlier. He knew he’d hit it when Yusuke violently threw his head back and let out a loud cry. He kept his position and aimed to keep his thrusts directed in just that spot.

Yusuke was practically unraveling at each thrust. His legs shook as they did their best to wrap around Tsukasa’s form. His back arching involuntarily as his hands practically clawed against the bed under him.

“I can’t—I can’t—Tsukasa please.”

Yusuke’s broken and strained begging went directly to Tsukasa’s dick. Letting out his own groan, he could feel that he wasn’t lasting much longer either. His thrusts becoming more frantic and sporadic as he chased his release like a madman. Spurred on to keep going hard and fast by the obscene sounds and curses spilling out of Yusuke.

Tsukasa’s harsh groan of “fuck” was the only warning Yusuke got before he shoved himself as deep as he could go and came.

The other rider followed suit almost instantly, practically sobbing through his cries of relief.

Tsukasa let himself fall to his forearms over the other. Taking the moment to try and regain his breathing as he gently took Yusuke’s cock in hand and rode them both through their orgasms.

Once they were both sufficiently spent, Tsukasa slowly pulled out and sat down on the bed next to the other with a sigh. He looked to the grongi. “You good?”

Yusuke didn’t respond immediately; staring up at the ceiling with the most dazed expression as he worked on evening out his breathing. Finally, he gave a familiar thumbs up.

The action caused Tsukasa to let out a chuckle. He started to peel off his costume. “Let’s get cleaned up before you pass out.”

“Please,” came the disgusted reply as Yusuke sat up and realized the state he was in.

They snuck their way into the bathroom and cleaned up together before finding their way back to Tsukasa’s room and under his covers.

Hands idly running through Yusuke’s shaggy locks paused when the other spoke up. “Wait, what did Daiki tell you?”

Tsukasa raised a brow at that. “He said you had a thing for villain play and liked the leather outfit.”

Yusuke blinked at the reply for a moment. He then fell back against the other again with a mumble of: ��‘M gonna fuckin’ kill him.”

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