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[zazen]

why is captcha always catching us.

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[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?]

[candyrapper]

[ He murmurs into his neck sounding like a sulking child. ]

Even though you're an old man and I really do hate you. . . I do miss this.

[ He's telling the truth, though he won't deny that it's being strategically applied for his own gain. ]

[zazen]

[His fingers card through Ramuda's hair, giving his statement some thought. Almost like he isn't sure how to answer him at first.

Jakurai is too tired to care, actually.]

I miss this too.

[He doesn't even insult him to say it.]

[candyrapper]

Nooooo~ You don't understaaand~ This is a big problem.

[ He leans down as close to his ear as he can get, to share this super important top-secret secret. ]

When I'm with other people... I can't help comparing them to you.

[zazen]

[It wracks his entire body. His common sense very close to being nonexistent. But isn't that what Ramuda wants out of him? He wants him to lose his sense of self right now.]

You could have what you compare them to, and you know that.

[candyrapper]

I know, but you come with so many boring rules and lectures. . .

[ He sits back up, dragging a hand down Jakurai's chest, to his dick. You know.
For emphasis. ] this is the only part of us that works.