zazen | overflow post.

Just checking.

[ His breath hitches on reflex, but he’s relaxed knowing they’re back in his element. There’s a vague gesture in the general direction of his tossed coat. ]

Lube’s in the front pocket.

You came here with the expectation?

[He leans over, grabbing the coat and...yeah. There was lube in the pocket of that coat. So unless Ramuda carries it for the fun of it. There was definitely an expectation that something like this would happen.

He still doesn't complain. Jakurai's hands are swift at undoing the button on the other's pants.]

Off.

[ he snorts in annoyance, shaking his head ]

Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not just because of you. You know what I was like back then, that really hasn’t changed.

[ his spine curves in a pretty arc as he raises his hips and eases his pants off. His pale fingers tease at the waistband of his dark boxer briefs. ]

These too?

Will it ever?

[Long fingers trail along Ramuda's side, a finger hooking in the boxer briefs. Tugging.] Those too.

[For once, Jakurai seems like the one who may be a little impatient. But really. It isn't very easy to tell.]

I’m having fun, so spare me the lecture. Although, considering how long it took you to figure out what I wanted the first time, maybe I should make you wait.

[ all those hours and hours of safe sex lectures without having a damn clue until he dropped to his knees and practically chewed his pants zipper off in frustration. How dare he make Ramuda wait. It was so. Rude.

Stalling Jakurai isn’t going to happen, not when he can feel the bites and scratches burn and those long fingers that belong in him instead of on him. The underwear inches down with calculated slowness, revealing that he’s already half-hard from all their messing around. ]

I didn't plan on lecturing you, it doesn't do any good.

[He would lecture him some other time. Right now in the heat of things was the worst time to lecture anyone. He pointedly ignores the part where Ramuda said he would make him wait in favor of watching the boxer briefs come off.

Jakurai won't waste any time at all from here, popping the cap on the lube and coating a few of his fingers in it. He wanted the fingers in instead of on? Well, he is about to get his wish.]

yousonofabitch...!

[ the words leave his mouth in an immediate rush, along with all the air in his lungs. He needs to relax, but everything happened so fast and the lube is still cold and his fingers are so long, he’s almost in shock. This is sex in hard mode, and the Last Boss of cocks hasn’t even been unleashed yet. He catches his breath and focuses on making the tension leave his body. He has to, if he wants to survive. ]

Is that what you call all of your bed partners?

[Says Jakurai, who is very aware that he is just the fling of the moment. It's tasteless, but he can't find it in him to care. He gives Ramuda a split second to adjust before he's curling that finger inside of him... adding a second when he feels like it.]

[ He lets out a whine, soft and indignant at Jakurai’s suggestion, at the movement of the fingers inside him. ]

Fans treat their idol gently and give nice prezzies. You’re the only one that’s mean.

[If this is mean, Jakurai would like to see what Ramuda thought of him when he was truthfully being mean. He lets out a low, annoyed sigh as he moves his fingers a little deeper inside. Making a point to curl them again.]

Interesting.

[ For all of Jakurai’s impatience and roughness before, he’s taking it rather easy on him now. He’d rather choke than take back what he said.

It’s much better to rock into Jakurai’s hand, coaxing his fingers in deeper. ]

[He curls his fingers deeper, moving them a little harder than he was before. Clearly having no problem with roughing him up a little more.

The sight is nice.]

[ For a second, his expression sours. Didn't he just say that he's supposed to be handled gently? But Jakurai is definitely not a fan, he hasn't been for a while. And that's fine, he's confident that he can handle whatever the old man can throw at him. If he likes what he's seeing, he'll give him something to really look at: half lidded eyes, and a bottom lip lightly chewed to a rosy pink as he stifles breathy mewls.

Let's see how grandpa feels about that. He's a little curious, really, easing a leg to the front of Jakurai's pants. ]

[It won't take long for Ramuda to discover that Jakurai being able to rough him up a little is definitely have an effect on him. He's pretty hard at this point already. To counter the leg at the front of his pants he will slide a third finger to join the other two.

After all, it's safe practice to prepare your partner slow and thorough.]

[ The more he rubs up against him, the more he remembers that yeah, he’s gonna need the extra prep.

But he’s also an impatient brat, so he’s going to push the limits of Jakurai’s restraint. His leg presses harder, he theatrically quivers and moans like cameras are rolling and the spotlights are on ]

Senseiiiiiiii~

[How shameless can Ramuda actually be? Oh, right, super shameless.

Though the theatrics are going straight downstairs. Effecting him way more than he thought that they would. He sighs, curling all three fingers again, looking to brush against the spot he knows will make Ramuda weak.]

Impatient.

[ Oh yes, right there is perfect and the leg teasing Jakurai goes slack as a gasp slips out— a genuine one.

The reaction turns his face almost as pink as his hair, that didn’t go as planned. ]

[That's really all Jakurai needs to hear before he's nudging against that spot none too gently. Making sure to curl fingers against it and please Ramuda just the way he likes it.

Hearing something genuine really takes a toll on a man.]

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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 ♥

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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.

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