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[candyrapper]

[ damn it, he knows him too well; he’s way too good at this. He’s supposed to enjoy having control over him, not being done by him.

He already slipped once; the humiliation of it is sobering, but he’s afraid that he won’t be able to keep it together much longer. Clutching at the bedsheets, he tries to pull himself away. Even the littlest fraction of an inch from dead-on would be the merciful reprieve he needs. ]

[zazen]

[Jakurai isn't buying that though, Ramdua shifts away and he shifts closer again. He doesn't want to deprive himself of seeing genuine reactions from this brat.

Jakurai wants the power for once, and he's taking it. Selfish as it may be.]

Stop moving away.

[candyrapper]

[ so, this is what it feels like to be backed into a corner. He’d rather die than ask for mercy; or admit that Jakurai might make him cum just like this. But he can’t will himself into frigidity either.

It’s ironic that the hardest option is what comes easiest to him— laying back and letting people do all the work. But bites and scratches aside, he’s enjoying himself, so he should be okay. His energy returns, and he throws his arms out with idol-like enthusiasm. ]

Fine. I promise I won’t move away anymore! Tonight, I’m yours ♥

[zazen]

[Knowing that he's not giving Ramuda a place to run to is satisfying. As much as he wants to hear the other beg for mercy and admit he loves getting wrecked like this; he knows for a fact that he won't hear it. Annoying.

His free hand presses Ramuda's hands back against the bed, pinning them above his head as he continues to work.

The only acknowledgement he gets is a hum.]

[candyrapper]

[ He never really understood why someone would ever want to be on the receiving end of getting tied down; being unable to move usually makes him uneasy. Maybe it's the combination of that hum that makes him shiver, or the way his fingers move in just the right way to make his brain melt, but he's more pliable than he'd ever imagined himself being in this position.

He's quieter when he isn't performing: there's no need to project without a large studio audience. If Jakurai isn't going to say anything, only soft moans and the occasional squeak will fill the empty space. ]

[zazen]

[Just as it should be. Jakurai keeps Ramuda's hands above his head, pressed tight into the bed. Though he's certain he doesn't need to considering how much he's already worn the other down. He wonders just how much more until he breaks completely.

Jakurai leans by Ramuda's ear, whispering:]

Tell me what you want.

[candyrapper]

[ The question strikes hard, like lyrics spoken through a mic. He’s shaking, and to his own surprise, it’s the memories of getting wrecked by Jakurai that get him that get him completely hard. The answer is blurted out, as if saying it loud enough for people on the street to hear him would make it happen faster somehow: ]

Your cock! I want you to fuck me.

[zazen]

[Jakurai only backs off now to get his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. The intent in him to fuck Ramuda until he remembers what he lost very apparent. When he settles back on the bed he uncaps the lube again to coat himself. Pushing Ramuda’s knees up to line himself up and just push the tip of his cock in.]

Beg a little harder.

[candyrapper]

[ Teasing is only okay when he's the one doing it; begging is only acceptable when people are begging him. Jakurai expecting him to do that is ridiculous, but he stares very intently while the old man preps himself. It's a combination of surprise and excitement, like he'd completely forgotten just how big he was, and without thinking, he whines the first thing that comes to mind: ]

Please, not putting a dick like that to work is practically a crime.

[zazen]

[He feels like that will be the closest he will ever get to begging from Ramuda. But he would deal with it. For the sake of the fact that sinking into him feels so good, and painfully familiar.

Ramuda wants Jakurai to put his dick to work? Wish granted as he slides himself all the way in to the base. Only the sounds of adjusting leaving him.]

[candyrapper]

[ Ramuda looks strangely relieved, like he expected Jakurai to drill him more (verbally). He's definitely not complaining, focusing on staying relaxed as he's totally filled.

There's a deep sigh at that, pleased satisfaction at finally getting what he wants. Maybe a little too pleased, but maybe Jakurai won't notice. ]

[zazen]

[He notices everything, even that. But he chooses not to comment on it. Instead he chooses to feel how this is effecting him. He can feel the burning connection between them right now, and as much as he hates Ramuda... he can't deny that he likes this feeling.

As such, once he feels he's given Ramuda enough time to adjust, he will start a rhythm that is far from kind. Making sure they connect with every thrust.]

[candyrapper]

[ He can keep up! He has his experience and the power of youth behind him! But even with that, the sparks that are building make it hard to keep a clear head. Despite the growing haze, he laughs, breathless and takes another stab at Jakurai. ]

Now who's the impatient one? How long's it been for you gramps?

[zazen]

I don't sleep around like you do.

[He bites back, the annoyance still present in his voice. Though it becomes lost in the haze of sex, it doesn't matter when they're like this.]

[candyrapper]

I have fun.

[ That correction is important to him, though it's a close second to the heat spreading through his body. The longer they keep this up, the more a brilliant idea takes shape: ]

Maybe when I beat you, I'll just keep you locked up at my place and we can play together all~ the time.

[zazen]

You would just toss me aside again.

[A pointed thrust, a little harder than the others. He's still bitter, still annoyed that the other views people as things he can pick up and play with and toss away whenever he pleases.

It just doesn't work like that.]

[candyrapper]

[ He shudders, tightening around him in response, liking that a lot more than anticipated. He can't help pushing him further. ]

Admit it: you were lonely without me.

[zazen]

I don't need you.

[It's gritted out between his teeth, he knows he's a lot more susceptible to mess up here. Ramuda could get into his head with no effort at all while they were heated like this.

So he bends over, sealing his lips over Ramuda's to effectively shut him up.]

[candyrapper]

[ Ramuda doesn't have to be needed to be wanted or missed, and there are so, so many ways to screw with Jakurai: He wraps his legs around his waist as he deepens the kiss, reaching up to graze his nails along his spine. ]

[zazen]

[It’s better for both of them that he doesn’t admit that he missed Ramuda; to Jakurai, it was missing something he probably never had. Their interest in each other dwindling off into hatred because of their different views on how Hypnosis Mics should be used.

He has to block those thoughts from his head right now. This certainly wasn’t a time to overthink things. He angles his hips a different way as he thrusts. Tongue searching Ramuda’s out as they kiss.]

[candyrapper]

[ Jakurai finds it, partly because the change in angle makes Ramuda see stars, and he has to shut himself up somehow. Nails scrape along Jakurai’s shoulder blades, light enough to keep from breaking skin while still making their presence known. His grip on Jakurai’s waist tightens, holding right where he wants him.

There’s a sinking thought that the old man isn’t so bad like this, that maybe if Gramps would loosen up and admit he was wrong, they’d make great sex friends, but he’ll leave that thought aside. ]

[zazen]

[He makes a low noise at the nails as his tongue meets Ramuda's, he doesn't seem to mind being held where he's at— making sure to drill his bed partner right into the bed just like this.

They both know that being "sex friends" won't benefit them in the long run. Run ins like this were much more appropriate to how they viewed one another.]

[candyrapper]

[ At this pace, he can't keep himself together for much longer. Urgent whimpers are forced into Jakurai’s mouth as he presses up against him. The hands clinging to his back dig in just enough to break skin, encouraging him to hurry up. ]

[zazen]

[He hisses into the kiss, teeth dragging at Ramuda’s bottom lip. It was just enough encouragement for him to quicken his pace and drop a hand between them to wrap around the others cock.

His strokes are diligent and match the pace of his thrusts, encouraging Ramuda to meet his release.]

[candyrapper]

[ It doesn't take long until he's completely undone. He comes with a strangled cry, shaking and clawing at Jakurai's back as he spills out between them. ]