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Asagi slowly traced over the sketch, redefining lines and curves they had left previously messy. Their script for the manga sat beside them, the words a constant reminder of what scene they was trying to go for. The little written cliff notes in the margin told them what exactly they should be sketching.
The issue was- they weren't sketching the character they were meant to.
Of course, they had meant to at first. They had started out drawing his sharp cut chin and smaller eyes. The swoop of his hair down to his nose and his expressionless face. After all, this was meant to be about an expressionless character finally breaking and showing his true colors.
However, they had noticed the change around the second page of warm up sketches. The sharp jaw changed to a more subtle round one and the small eyes grew into a familiar shape they had studied before. Instead of a blank expression, maybe one of for-longing, it was the expression of a puppy dog, eyes full of excitement and wonder.
They didn't need to mark colors to know who exactly they had started sketching.
They bit their cheek, glancing over at the script. The top was supposed to be playing with the bottom, sliding a toy into his ass for him to squirm with all day. Then, the bottom would finally break at the end and beg for the top to take out the toy.
The issue was-
The curved pose, the bottom pressed against the table as the top pushed the vibe in- well it wasn't the bottom's face Fuji was now sketching.
They groaned, tossing the sketchbook aside, knee bouncing against the apartment floor. Was it wrong to be doing this? Surely not, right? Everyone knew what Fuji did in their free time and Asagi had offered his help at any time. Despite him somehow believing the lie about special training, there was no way he hadn't known what R-18 meant.
Still- Fuji sketching their friend in a position like that was not something they should be going. They didn't need their inner Kohaku to tell them that. If just telling Asagi what R-18 meant would scare him away, this 100% would.
Their issue wasn't even that though. It was that the pose wasn't looking right with the body they had given the bottom. It just- didn't match what Asagi looked like nude. Which- was still something they hadn't seen surprisingly.
Fuji hesitated before they picked up their phone, navigating to their favorite contacts. Asagi sat at the top, Suo and Kohaku under him, judging Fuji's choices. That was fine. They had learned not to care what anyone thought when they started writing their manga.
Asagi picked up on the first ring. "Fuji-san! Hi!" He yelled and Fuji could hear noises and stuff clattering in the background.
They grinned slightly at the happy voice, tucking the phone up to their ear. "Asagi. Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"Huh?" He asked before a loud clatter rang through the phone. "Oh! Nope! Just at my parents place! My siblings are fighting! What's up?"
Fuji hesitated, chewing on their cheek. Asagi had siblings? That was probably something they should know before they asked this of the man. "If you are doing something, then I can call back at another time."
Before Asagi could respond they hung up, cupping their phone gently. Right. They were trying not to scare Asagi off with their manga. People couldn't just get this thrown on them. Maybe Suo would be good to come over and model?
The chest muscles would just need to be sketched from memory. Suo's binder would mess with the image otherwise.
They sighed, hesitating over the call button for far longer than they should have. Would Suo get annoyed again by Fuji asking them yet again? Suo never seemed to mind but Kohaku always did. They should just sketch the bottom they had planned to draw and push any other distractions to the side.
It was the only way they would make this deadline.
They sighed, tossing their phone to the side before they grabbed the sketchbook again, tapping the pencil against the page. They sketched the first line before there was a gentle rapping on the door.
The book landed on the couch as they stood, fixing their glasses. Before they even reached the door, the person on the other side called out. "Fuji-san! Are you home?" Fuji opened the door, greeted by Asagi's grinning face as he bounced on his toes. "Fuji-san!"
"Asagi." Fuji said simply, glancing past him into the hallway. "You're alone?"
"Mhmhm!" Asagi said, nodding quickly. "I think your phone hung up on me! Did you need something?"
Fuji shook their head, trying to avoid looking the sparkly puppy of a man in the eyes. "Uh. Yes. If you have a moment." Fuji decided and Asagi lit up. "I need a model."
Asagi bounced into the room, glancing around before his eyes settled on the notebook. "Oo! Were you drawing? Can I see?" He asked.
Fuji reached them before he did, slamming them shut. "Not right now." They said, shoving them onto their side table.
"Oh, the training?" Asagi asked, tipping his head.
Fuji nodded slowly, turning their script upside down as well. They ran a hand through their hair, glancing towards the kitchen. Right. Small talk was something that normal people did. "Drink?" They asked, already heading towards the kitchen.
"Do you have juice?" Asagi asked, following behind on their heels. Fuji nodded and could feel the excitement without even turning around. "You're in men's clothes today? Did you work?"
Fuji shook their head, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge to pour Asagi a glass. "No. It helps me sometimes to write." They explained, letting the juice pour into the clean glass.
Asagi nodded quickly, grabbing for the glass. "Okie! What do you need me to model?"
Fuji hesitated as they slid the juice back in the fridge, Kohaku's little warning screaming in their head. Don't scare Asagi away. "Just a few scenes." They said, standing up and stretching. "I have a few costumes we can try."
There were no costumes in this manga. But it was the only way they could get Asagi shirtless without the man asking questions. They would start small.
To be fair to the little Kohaku in their head, Fuji had started small.
"Asagi." Fuji said, blinking slowly at the box in their hands. "What is this?"
Asagi fidgeted, playing with his fingers. Fuji had let him in without questioning the black bag he had had, which was seeming like a mistake at this moment. Because they were not prepared to be holding this box.
Asagi chuckled, rubbing his neck after a moment. "Well- I may have accidentally saw one of your scripts for your manga about the man pretending to be a dog. And I've read some good battle manga where someone is turned into a half dog so I looked up where to get some stuff so I could be a model for you and this is what it gave me!"
Fuji nodded slowly at the explanation, their mind going a mile a minute. "You know how to wear these, right?" Fuji clarified, looking up from the toy.
Asagi nodded quickly, grinning. "Yep! Watched a video on it and did the preparation it said! So I did the training this time!"
Preparation. Preparation.
Fuji silenced their phone of all notifications, shoving the box into Asagi's hands before they walked as calmly as they could towards their bedroom, fishing the unfinished puppy play draft they had started work on forever ago from their desk.
If this was all a dream, they would make the most of it.
They readjusted their glasses, heading for the living room. Asagi was no where to be found and Fuji nodded, grabbing their sketchbook to lay it out on the table. They organized their pencils before they leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. Could they scare off Asagi now? Not when the man had come to them with a sex toy in hand.
"Uh- uh Fuji-san?" Asagi called sheepishly, peeking his head out of the bathroom.
"Eh?" Fuji asked, pushing themselves up. "What's wrong?"
Asagi's face flushed red and Fuji clenched their fist at their side. Modeling. "I uh- I need help!" Asagi whined, tears pricking his eyes. "It's not working!"
Fuji nodded slowly, finding all the composure they were usually so good at keeping. Seeing this puppy of a man cry should not have this affect on them. "Did you stretch properly?" They asked, pausing at the door.
Asagi stepped back, allowing them to step in. Asagi wiggled, hands held tight around his dick, hiding it from their view. "Stretch?" He asked, tipping his head, the tears suddenly gone. "Is that why it hurts?"
Fuji sighed, nodding. Maybe they were strange but the idea of seeing Asagi's dick wasn't too disheveling. They had seen many dicks in their time drawing. Especially ero-manga. "Where's the lube?"
Asagi blinked, tipping his head. "Lube?"
"That could be it." Fuji said, sighing slightly. "I'll be back. Meet me in the living room."
They didn't wait for Asagi to respond, leaving the bathroom to head to their bedroom once again. Once they had grabbed the necessary precautions, they carried them to the living room, setting them on the floor.
"Towels?" Asagi asked, tipping his head.
Fuji ignored him, sitting down on the floor beside Asagi. "Come here." They said, tapping their lap. Asagi crawled over, one hand still desperately blocking his dick. Crawling was perfect for this man. Asagi went to settle in front of Fuji before they shook their head, gently guiding his body over them and the towel they set in their lap.
Asagi hesitated before he settled down, his dick pressing against Fuji's leg. "Are you hard?" They asked and Asagi nodded quickly, a blush across his cheeks. "Good. This will help me."
Asagi grinned, his hips wiggling on Fuji's lap. "What do you need me to do, Fuji-san?" He asked, glancing back at Fuji.
"Just listen." Fuji responded and Asagi nodded quickly. They poured lube onto the man's ass, feeling him shiver under it before they ran more between their fingers. "Breathe, Asagi." Fuji warned him and he did, breath heavy on their legs.
Fuji ran their fingers over the man's ass, spreading the lube around their entrance. "Fuji-san. It feels weird." Asagi whined and Fuji nodded.
"It will for a bit. We just need to get the tail in for you."
Asagi nodded and Fuji pressed a finger inside the tight hole, pressing down Asagi's back as they pushed the finger up to the knuckle. "You flushed yourself out to prepare? Did you do it yourself?"
"Mhm." Asagi whined, his ass twitching as they curled their finger up, doing the best to stretch out the tight hole with only one finger. "It was weird but the website said you should for the toy!"
Fuji nodded, slightly distracted as they ran another finger through the lube before gently pushing it into the man's hole, spreading him on two fingers. He groaned quietly, burying his face in the floor as they moved their fingers. "Just keep breathing." Fuji said softly.
Asagi whimpered and Fuji stretched their fingers out, entranced by the wet sound his ass was making from the lube. Sure, they had heard it many times when looking up references from real and animated sources but having it in person was a whole another thing. Especially when every time they curled their fingers up, Asagi whined.
"It feels weird, Fuji-san." Asagi whimpered, biting down on his hand.
Fuji nodded, pushing her fingers deeper before he gasped and quickly covered his mouth. "Oh. Did I find it?"
"Find what?" Asagi whispered, wiping at his face. "Why did that feel good?"
Fuji pressed against it again and Asagi squeaked, pressing his hips against her leg to try to escape. "It feels weird. I don't know!" He whined and Fuji ran their fingers over the spot, relishing in each of the whines and twitches from him.
They grabbed the tail sitting beside them, spreading their fingers in the wet hole. "Keep breathing." Fuji reminded him before she pulled her fingers out from the man, wiping the lube on the towel.
"Fuji? Asagi asked, looking over his shoulder. His face was flushed, tears running down his cheeks as he panted, drool dripping down his mouth.
Fuji pressed the plug against his hole, grabbing his chin before he could look away. "Look at me." They ordered and Asagi's eyes went wide as they pushed the plug further in.
"Wait! Fuji! It hurts!" He screamed, tears starting to run down his cheeks. "Please- wait!"
"Just breathe." Fuji whispered, pressing the plug further in.
Asagi whined, bucking into the towel with no place to escape. "I can't-" the plug popped in, his ass twitching around it. Asagi moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as Fuji tightened their grip on his chin.
"There." Fuji said, tugging on it slightly. Asagi moaned again, his smiling face broken by the tears. "Can you move?" Fuji asked and Asagi nodded, wiping at his eyes.
He shifted off of them, legs shaking slightly as he sat on all fours. He didn't try to cover his dick now and Fuji grinned slightly at it, their mouth drooling. This was exactly what they had pictured for the manga.
"Asagi." Fuji said, folding up the slightly wet towel.
Asagi looked back over at them, settling back onto his heels. He winced slightly before he rubbed at his face, grinning. "I did a good job?" He asked, tipping his head.
Fuji nodded, grabbing the other items from the bag Asagi had brought them. "Yes." Fuji said, strapping the collar around his neck. "You did so good for me." They put the ears onto his head before settling back to watch Asagi.
He shivered slightly, his hips wiggling as the tail wagged against the floor. He was back to smiling again, seemingly having forgotten to cover his dripping dick, his hands posed on his thighs.
"Stay there." Fuji said, grabbing their sketchbook.
Asagi nodded quickly, the ears flopping down on his head. "Okay Fuji-San!" He said, his hips still wiggling at the struggle of staying still.
Maybe they shouldn't be as worried about scaring Asagi away.
Maybe it was finally time to draft up that overstimulation manga they had wanted to.