Makoto Tachibana is a professor of human motricity at Tokyo University. His new research project brings him back to his home town and to the company of a very peculiar castaway. After he decides to help the mysterious man settle into what is conventionally regarded as a normal life, new bonds are formed and a journey of rediscovery unfolds.
AU inspired by Masafumi Nagasaki, real-life Robinson Crusoe.
no more questions! the final day is for whatever you wish or need to finish up. we will continue to reblog out of the tag for another week.
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here is a little holding hands thing that might be in the next/last part or might end up just a tumblr exclusive here (since not all these vignettes are making it into the final version on ao3). in any case, thank you to everyone still reading these and i hoipe you like it…!
The day after they have sex for the first time, they’re hanging out at Makoto’s house when Makoto says he liked the feeling of Sousuke inside him. Not just his cock but his fingers too; he’s always liked that. Sousuke feels himsels starting to get turned on. When Makoto gets up to make sure his bedroom door is locked, Sousuke realizes the blush on Makoto’s face is not embarrassment, or not just that, but arousal too.
When Makoto comes back to the bed and settles against him again, Sousuke takes a chance: “Is there any other part of me you think you might like inside you…?” The words sound really stupid to him and he wishes he had thought of a better way to ask this. Makoto’s brow is furrowed and Sousuke doesn’t know what he’s imagining; whatever it is, Sousuke’s knows it’s up to him to clarify. “Like, uh.” He bites his lip—then, lost for words, licks it, slowly, his tongue daring to linger hopefully.
“Oh!” Sudden realization flushes Makoto’s face. The color recedes but doesn’t disappear entirely with the next breath he takes. “You could do that sometime.”
“My little treasure.” The water god often called his bride. The nickname was more literal than most in that not too long after the bride arrived, the god fed him his pearl. It was mostly out of impulse which was rare enough for the god, but in hindsight the god thought it was the best thing he had done in the last few centuries.
*East asian dragons often have a pearl or orb of power that’s usually their source of power/magic.
soumako central 
