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[zazen]

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[zazen]

I do have a place I live, you know.

[His hand settles on Ramuda's throat, feeling his heartbeat. Mentally probably taking his pulse.]

[candyrapper]

Whaaat, you mean you aren't some holy protection spirit, bound to this place?

[ His pulse jumps initially, but it settles when Jakurai's grip doesn't tighten around his windpipe. ]

[zazen]

One would be surprised.

[He presses his fingers there very lightly, to see if he can get the same reaction from his pulse again.]

[candyrapper]

...What are you doing?

[ He can keep his expression even, but his heart rate picks up again. ]

[zazen]

Feeling.

[What is he feeling? The fragility of the human body. He could wrap his hands around Ramuda's neck and deprive him of air, or he could simply sit here and continue to feel his heartbeat pick up and even out every time he presses.]

Very interesting.

[candyrapper]

[ He doesn't think Jakurai would kill him– he wants to save lives, or whatever, but it's still an uncomfortable feeling ]

Didn't you figure this stuff out in doctor school?

[zazen]

[It's only uncomfortable because he is refusing to give him control in this situation. Jakurai controls what happens right in this moment. He keeps his fingers slack, resting there rather than pressing or really feeling anymore.]

It is still interesting to me.

[candyrapper]

Why? Didn't think I had a heart or something?

[ He doesn't move away or flinch when he says it, just waiting to see what Jakurai does. ]

[zazen]

It is cold as ice.

[He doesn't elaborate on that, he's sure Ramuda is aware of his state of affairs here. His fingers are gentle, working their way down to his collarbones.]

[candyrapper]

[ He smiles at that; proud of the jab, but he stays still, leaving Jakurai to assess his handiwork. Those bite marks stand out on his pale skin. ]

[zazen]

You can fool anyone else, you will never fool me again.

[His nails bite into the skin of his chest. Obviously this is something Jakurai still finds rather touchy in regards to their rocky relationship.]

[candyrapper]

[ Still waiting to see how this is going to play out, he he doesn't fight back, but he can't help commenting. Whining, really. ]

Ah~ah back to scratching again. . .

[zazen]

Don’t try to act like you aren’t enjoying this.

[Anything that involves Ramuda getting focused attention is probably okay.]

[candyrapper]

But asking you to stop would make you want to do it more. This is what you want, isn’t it?

[ His Idol body is soft and delicate, and he generally prefers being lavished over manhandling, but the chance to mess with Jakurai this way is worth a little pain. ]

[zazen]

I don’t know what I want.

[His arms curl around Ramuda’s shoulders, nails biting in there too.] What do you want?

[candyrapper]

See? This is what happens when you throw everything into serving others. You don’t even know how to take anymore. I want everything, but right now I want you to stop scratching me up.

[zazen]

Take what you want then.

[Jakurai is surprisingly obedient to that request, fingers instead mimicking what Ramuda’s we’re doing only moments ago. Rubbing slow circles instead of biting mercilessly. Jakurai thinks with these marks perhaps those naughty oneesans will be jealous. It satisfies him in a way he couldn’t fathom to explain.]

[candyrapper]

[ this almost feels like a trap, but he’s also selfish and greedy and if Jakurai is giving him a free pass, he’s going to use him up.

He nudges at his chest with one finger. ]

Get on your back.

[zazen]

[If anyone is walking into a trap, it’s definitely Jakurai. He moves, taking the spot on the bed laying on his back.

Whatever comes next is up to the other.]

[candyrapper]

[ Ramuda wastes no time climbing on top of him to ghost his lips along the bites he made before.

Even if he could rough him up, acting like an affectionate lover would leave a deeper cut and gives him a better shot at the Round Two he wants. ]

[zazen]

[Ramuda is truthfully the definition of a terror. Acting in a manner that he knows will garner him everything he wants and more if he decided to keep milking the situation for everything it was worth.

He sighs, a hand coming his to thread through Ramuda’s hair.]

[candyrapper]

[ Ramuda is absolutely a terror: A nightmare carving through the dark, gray spaces of Jakurai’s mind, painting a fantasy in sparkling pastel colors that will haunt him until he dies.

He sighs happily under his touch, alternating between kisses and tasting blood and sweat on his skin. ]

[zazen]

[Ramuda already haunts him nearly every single day, does he really need to keep stabbing the point in? To Ramuda that's easy ot do before breakfast every day, he's sure.

He sighs, pleasant feeling. His hands combing through the other's hair.]

[candyrapper]

[ Amemura Ramuda, life-ruiner extraordinaire, doesn't need to keep stabbing, but does anyway. Because there's no such thing as overkill, even it means doting on your sworn enemy with a thoroughness bordering on worship.

Which is why his hands slide to Jakurai's shoulders, squeezing them and rubbing circles into them. His tongue curls into the dip between his collarbones, and he presses gentle kisses trailing from his throat to the other side of his neck. ]

[zazen]

[He knows better than to relax, but his body betrays him more often than not in situations like these. His shoulders relax and his head tilts just enough to let Ramuda lavish more attention on him.

He's waiting for the other to get to the point. What was the real reason behind all of this gentle attention?]