[The rapper walks to the sewing table and turns off the light on it. There were a dress form with some more...bondage styled things and then another with a more idol looking outfit.]
[Hands reaching out he grabs the front of the Doctor's shirt pulling him close and returning the kiss. They used to go at it often there was some weirdness but Ramuda wasn't upset.]
[Part of him remembers it really vividly when they were together but after everything it felt weird. Reaching up he cups the man's face kissing him deeper.]
[The arm around him brings back some memories and he has to be still for a moment. Fuck. Standing he pulls the taller man into the bedroom and towards the bed.]
[ Reaching out to touch his bare collarbones. A touch of nostalgia in his eyes. He hates when he thinks about this stuff. Because it brings back better times. It always did.]
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Are you sure about this?
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I wouldn't have said to come over if I wasn't.
[Don't say 'old man' Ramuda.]
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...I see. Well. I am here.
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You are, so want to skip the talking and head to the bedroom?
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Maybe this is a bad idea.
[.....he liked it.]
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Too late now.
[He wasn't going to back down, hell no. Ramuda tugs him forward a hand then gripping his crotch.]
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[Like! Right for the crotch! Really!]
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[Slow and tender?]
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Like this anyways.
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...bedroom then?
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[Arm around Ramuda.....ugh this is weird.]
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[The arm around him brings back some memories and he has to be still for a moment. Fuck. Standing he pulls the taller man into the bedroom and towards the bed.]
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Mm.
[And then sitting on the bed once they get to the bedroom.]
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Eyeing the other he strips his top before standing in front of Jakurai and undoing his top.]
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It’s like the hands of time never touch you.
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My, getting compliments from you...how rare.
[as he revealed the doctor's skin his hands roam over it.]
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[He was in no mood, really, to argue with Ramuda. Only to appreciate him for a little while. Selfishly.]
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Yeah, yeah.
[While he didn't say it out loud he does take longer admiring Jakurai's torso before undoing his belt and pants.]
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[Watching him carefully.]
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[He says kneeling down and pulling out the other man's dick.]
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[Huffing. Trying to relax himself.]
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