[His hands are warm against Ramuda's back, rubbing slow circles. He has long since figured out doing things for other people is what gets him turned on, and what works for him.
It helps that Ramuda likes to boss people around.]
[Is it really wise to leave his hands to wander though? Of course he starts out soothing his back and shoulder, but soon enough he's wander down his sides and over his hips.]
[And here is where things are going to take a turn for the more interesting. Jakurai didn't willingly say what he wanted last time. This time? He will be more straight forward with him.]
Ride me, since you seem to like being on top so much.
[His hands go to settle on Ramuda’s hips with a loose grip, a low noise leaving from deep in his chest. This is a truly content mode he seems to be in.]
[ When he finds the bottle, his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. Look what a good boy he is, he'll even take the time to warm it up before putting his hands back on him. ]
[It is the truth, the absolute truth. Jakurai has never found anyone who can please him better than Ramuda. That much is apparent in the way he plays right into the others hand.]
[ Now that they’re both sort of on the same side, there’s no point in suppressing how much he wants this. He sinks down without hesitation, moaning as the tip rubs right up against the spot that sets every nerve in his body on fire. His expression is apologetically shameless as he adjusts his angle to ensure each thrust hits the mark.
The pace he sets is leisurely, as if he wants to drink in every bit of how much Jakurai is enjoying being used. ]
[The pace is slow and searing. But he doesn't complain. He takes in every shift of skin and every feeling that comes along with this. His hands guiding Ramuda as needed.
Horrible. He hates how much he loves this. He hates how good Ramuda looks sinking onto his cock like this. He especially will hate it if his name ever passes Ramuda's lips in a manner anything other than being hated.]
[ He won’t let the jabs at his age stop any time soon. The tempo picks up a little, then slows again, as Ramuda tries to figure out what he personally likes best how it affects Jakurai. ]
[He responds only with a noncommittal noise. It should be obvious what he wants and how much he likes this. His body moving and adapting to each tempo that Ramuda picks.
The faster tempos have have a little more undone than the slower ones however.]
[ Decisions, decisions. . . making Jakurai unravel would be great, but he loves the sight of him on his back beneath him. He gets to tower above him this way, looking down on him greedily, with his thoughts clearly written on his face: "Yup, this is mine~ ♥
Ultimately, he's impatient, wants to wreck him and make him beg, so he rides him more aggressively, enjoying the building heat and the feeling of power he gets to have. ]
[Ramuda doesn't have to do too much work to make Jakurai unravel, more noises leaving him now than they were the first time the did this tonight. Ramuda has a way of making him an absolute mess.
His fingers clench harder into Ramuda's sides, he wants more. But he isn't at the point of voicing it.]
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[His hands are warm against Ramuda's back, rubbing slow circles. He has long since figured out doing things for other people is what gets him turned on, and what works for him.
It helps that Ramuda likes to boss people around.]
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[ He nuzzles his chest and relaxes, letting him touch wherever he likes. ]
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Can you go again?
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Can you?
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Ride me, since you seem to like being on top so much.
[A shift of control, if he fancies it.]
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That's exactly what I wanted~ Is that what turns you on?
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Yes.
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[ He starts palming at Jakurai's cock for extra encouragement ]
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[He takes a sharp inhale in, followed by a sharp exhale.]
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[ Stroking him with one hand while trying to locate the lube with the other. ]
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Do you even need to ask?
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I wanna hear you say it. Tell me~
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[Jakurai is obedient, doing as he asks. Not giving too much more complaint or resistance.]
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[ They exchanged so many blows over what they hated about each other, he wants to hear nice things now. ]
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[It is the truth, the absolute truth. Jakurai has never found anyone who can please him better than Ramuda. That much is apparent in the way he plays right into the others hand.]
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[That, definitely slipped out. Though it was quiet, almost a whisper.]
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If he’s ready to go, he’ll just get on that so neither of them have to think about what he just said. ]
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He's really the only one that interested him in bed. Back in the moment, Jakurai's hands grip Ramuda's sides.]
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The pace he sets is leisurely, as if he wants to drink in every bit of how much Jakurai is enjoying being used. ]
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Horrible. He hates how much he loves this. He hates how good Ramuda looks sinking onto his cock like this. He especially will hate it if his name ever passes Ramuda's lips in a manner anything other than being hated.]
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[ He won’t let the jabs at his age stop any time soon. The tempo picks up a little, then slows again, as Ramuda tries to figure out what he personally likes best how it affects Jakurai. ]
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The faster tempos have have a little more undone than the slower ones however.]
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Ultimately, he's impatient, wants to wreck him and make him beg, so he rides him more aggressively, enjoying the building heat and the feeling of power he gets to have. ]
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His fingers clench harder into Ramuda's sides, he wants more. But he isn't at the point of voicing it.]
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