[ He stays right where he wants him, rocking back onto him at an aggressive pace, determined to drive grandpa insane. At the same time, any giggling that might have been at Jakurai's expense gives way to cries he buries in the doctor's chest. ]
[He's being driven to the point of insanity already, Ramuda feels sinfully good around him. His sounds are what really does him in though, between the rough pace and his noises— Jakurai meets his peak again.
It would have been up to the other to pull himself off if he didn't want more cum inside of him though.]
[ There's no point in stopping, not when he actually looks as debauched as they both know he is: bitten, scratched, cummed in, smelling of sex and Jakurai. Considering the scream that's probably loud enough for people in Shibuya to hear, he probably liked it in spite of his grousing after round one.
His release splatters between them as he collapses, a quivering wreck laying on the doctor's chest with only labored breathing proving that he's still alive. ]
[Once the highest point is over, Jakurai's hands are warm and present against Ramuda's back. Rubbing small circles as they both catch their breath. Both of them look worse for wear, as if they have gotten into some sort of back alley scrap.
Neither of them are low enough for that, are they?]
[ The advantage of being notorious for going with the flow is that it doesn't matter what he chooses to do, because he never compromises being anything other than Easy-R. So if he and his ordinary-enemy-turned-enemy-slash-sexfriend make a mess of each other, he still comes out on top. Sort of.
The high is much harder to come down from this time, his heart is still pounding, head still stuck in a pleasant fog. He feels boneless, sated as he accepts those touches without protest. ]
[He hums a noise to agree. Hands roaming Ramuda's back and down his sides until he finally comes back to his neck like he did the last time. Two fingers pressing against his pulse. The fragility of the human body, the extent to which they took themselves.
It's all a story told by how fast their hearts are beating.
[ Good, The sound of Jakurai’s heart thundering in his chest is music to his ears. He can afford to relax now.
Except the question forces him to think. He likes getting showered with gifts and affection, sure, but what should he expect Jakurai to do if he wasn’t well? ]
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It would have been up to the other to pull himself off if he didn't want more cum inside of him though.]
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His release splatters between them as he collapses, a quivering wreck laying on the doctor's chest with only labored breathing proving that he's still alive. ]
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Neither of them are low enough for that, are they?]
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The high is much harder to come down from this time, his heart is still pounding, head still stuck in a pleasant fog. He feels boneless, sated as he accepts those touches without protest. ]
That was amazing.
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It's all a story told by how fast their hearts are beating.
Jakurai really hates this.]
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Still too exhausted to move, he nuzzles at Jakura's chest, pressing an ear against his heart. ]
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His fingers keep where they are. Curious.]
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Are you checking on me?
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[He will find that Jakurai was just as into this as he was.]
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Except the question forces him to think. He likes getting showered with gifts and affection, sure, but what should he expect Jakurai to do if he wasn’t well? ]
Dunno. I’m just tired.
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[It's not like Jakurai will move, or complain. He can't stop Ramuda from doing what he wants. So whether that be staying or going? He won't stop him.]