zazen | overflow post.

[ The only reason he’s unbuttoning his shirt quickly is out of worry of what Jakurai would do to it if he didn’t. He can’t help turning it into a little show, sliding it off one shoulder, then the other.

His skin is soft and flawless (of course) and he’d like to draw attention to that, taking one of Jakurai’s hands and putting it on him. ]

[The shirt would have been taken off anyways, needless to say. He can’t help watching the way Ramuda peels his shirt off. It’s like nothing had ever changed between the two of them. It’s nice to pretend.

His hand is followed by his mouth on Ramuda’s collarbones. Making sure to give them plenty of attention.]

[ Good. He should burn the image of how he looks right now into his brain forever, Ramuda thinks as he arches up and tilts his head back. This isn’t bad at all.

His hands find their way into his hair, pressing him closer.

[He replaces the gentle kisses with teeth. Making sure to give Ramuda a reminder of this experience later on. He won't be gentle about this.

He won't pull away until Ramuda stops him.]

Seriously, Gramps?!

[ he hisses, angry for getting caught of guard, and now he’ll have the proof of it on him. The biting makes him tremble all the same, and the sensation is only compounded by memories of when this was a regular occurrence.

Not to be outdone, his hands snap onto his shoulders, nails digging in and dragging down. ]

[Jakurai hisses through his teeth, pretty certain that he was bleeding now.]

Seriously.

[To be pointed about it, he goes a little lower on his chest and bites again.] Don't think I will forget so easily.

[ he laughs, clawing at his arms when he bites down again. ]

Good, if we still hate each other, this makes this much easier. You better pray you can keep up, old man.

[ all his weight goes into shoving him down ]

[They're going to tear each other up, and they're not going to care about it. Jakurai grunts when his back hits the bed. His own hands pulling Ramuda flush against him.]

I'll do more than keep up.

[He nearly calls him a brat. But he's not ready to start throwing more insults.]

[ As he’s drawn in, he bites down on his neck, returning Jakurai’s marks with one of his own. In true asshole style, he’ll make sure it’s visible even when he wears his prudish turtlenecks. ]

[Jakurai hisses into Ramuda's ear again, asshole. Thankfully he may have enough hair to divert the attention away from such a mark. His nails dig into the others back, returning the scratches that were given to him.[

[ his smug giggling shifts into a growl, damn that hurts. He presses into Jakurai, trying to ease some pressure off his back.

Jakurai’s pretty hair has been ignored for too long, seems like a nice time to pull on it. ]

[Ramuda wanted a growl in return, right? That's what he gets when his hair is pulled. What does Ramuda want out of this? How far does he want to go? Jakurai won't stop unless he does.]

Can't handle a little pain?

[His teeth find Ramuda's neck, destroying that pretty skin.]

[ another hiss. He doesn’t mind the mental duress of a rap battle, but it’s obvious he isn’t built for physical roughhousing. ]

Is this all you wanna do, or are you stalling?

[That's too bad. Because the roughhousing will continue. Jakurai using his strength to roll them back over. He now has Ramuda pinned below him, eyes narrowed at him.]

You started this, we're going to finish it.

[ He smirks at Jakurai, smug, as if he hadn’t been bitten, scratched up and tossed like a rag doll. ]

Then what’s the next step? What else do you want to do?

You know what I want.

[His nails bite into Ramuda's hip, and then dipping into the edge of his pants. If they're going to come this far they may as well go all the way, right?

He gives Ramuda a chance to back out though, eyes still narrowed at him.]

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.

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