[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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?
[ 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.
[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'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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[He follows soon enough, not caring enough to pull out as he spills inside of Ramuda with a low groan. He's pretty sure those jealous Oneesans he surrounds himself with could never top anything they're doing right now.
He's taking a moment to wind down, breath coming out slow and shaky.]
[ He flops back on the bed, boneless and out of breath, trying to process how the old man still manages to blow every hookup he's ever had out of the water, over and over again. Even with a harem of extremely naughty oneesans, a successful track record for club pickups and the cute writer and dog gambler he chose to form the Posse he's so proud of, he figured at least one of them would be able to measure up. But no.
His fingers idly twirl a lock of Jakurai's hair, matted with sweat, but pretty nonetheless, practically begging to be tugged on if he actually had the energy to do it. ]
[He pulls out of Ramuda not too long after, giving in to the call of familiarity and settling on top of him before there can be any complaints. How does this brat always seem to worm his way back in just when Jakurai thinks he's forgotten him. Forgotten what he felt like, forgotten how sparks fly between them.
It's frustrating to him. He hates this almost as much as he hates Ramuda.]
[ His grumbling has no fire to it, it's little more than the complaint of a spoiled child. He doesn't hate it anyway, not really; there've definitely been nights when he's demanded it from the old man loud enough for all of Shinjuku to hear.
There's a limp tug at his hair, but with him that close, it doesn't do much of anything. He gives up, idly running his fingers over the fresh scratches on Jakurai's back. ]
[There isn't any energy behind his statements either, between their petty attempt at a rap battle and this. Even Jakurai has a limit to how much energy he can expend in one day.
He makes a disgruntled noise when Ramuda touches any of those open scratches, they sting. But the sting is refreshing, and not knowing how much damage was done is part of the thrill of the moment.]
[ His fingers skip off as he stops to think– remember– what they used to do. There's soft sigh as the touching comes back, feather light on the raised lines of skin. ]
[One of Jakurai's hands comes to twirl strands of pink hair between his long fingers. Thinking is dangerous right now, thinking will lead to bad decisions.]
I did not believe it would still be good with you after all this time.
[There isn't any resistance, he would let Ramuda come back and do this without question. But is that really something he's going to say out in the open? Of course not.]
Is sex with the person you hate really worth it, Ramuda-kun?
You didn't have any difficulty getting into it, for an old man. And what kind of question is that?
[ Because he doesn't want to think about it, especially because he's pretty good at reading people and suspects what Jakurai is looking for is a specific answer, a reason this keeps happening. ]
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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. ]
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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.]
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Now who's the impatient one? How long's it been for you gramps?
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[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.]
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[ 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.
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[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.]
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Admit it: you were lonely without me.
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[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.]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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His strokes are diligent and match the pace of his thrusts, encouraging Ramuda to meet his release.]
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He's taking a moment to wind down, breath coming out slow and shaky.]
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doggambler he chose to form the Posse he's so proud of, he figured at least one of them would be able to measure up. But no.His fingers idly twirl a lock of Jakurai's hair, matted with sweat, but pretty nonetheless, practically begging to be tugged on if he actually had the energy to do it. ]
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It's frustrating to him. He hates this almost as much as he hates Ramuda.]
Satisfied?
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[ His grumbling has no fire to it, it's little more than the complaint of a spoiled child.
He doesn't hate it anyway, not really; there've definitely been nights when he's demanded it from the old man loud enough for all of Shinjuku to hear.
There's a limp tug at his hair, but with him that close, it doesn't do much of anything. He gives up, idly running his fingers over the fresh scratches on Jakurai's back. ]
Good thing you're a doctor.
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[There isn't any energy behind his statements either, between their petty attempt at a rap battle and this. Even Jakurai has a limit to how much energy he can expend in one day.
He makes a disgruntled noise when Ramuda touches any of those open scratches, they sting. But the sting is refreshing, and not knowing how much damage was done is part of the thrill of the moment.]
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[ His fingers skip off as he stops to think– remember– what they used to do. There's soft sigh as the touching comes back, feather light on the raised lines of skin. ]
I hate that you're so good at this.
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[One of Jakurai's hands comes to twirl strands of pink hair between his long fingers. Thinking is dangerous right now, thinking will lead to bad decisions.]
I did not believe it would still be good with you after all this time.
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[ Because some people separate themselves from their feelings on the battlefield, and others do it in the bedroom. Hospital Room. Details. ]
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[There isn't any resistance, he would let Ramuda come back and do this without question. But is that really something he's going to say out in the open? Of course not.]
Is sex with the person you hate really worth it, Ramuda-kun?
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[ Because he doesn't want to think about it, especially because he's pretty good at reading people and suspects what Jakurai is looking for is a specific answer, a reason this keeps happening. ]
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