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[zazen]

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[candyrapper]

[ 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. ]

[zazen]

[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.]

[candyrapper]

[ It’s not enough. The sounds that Jakurai is making are music to his ears, but it isn’t enough. He slows down, teasing in spite of shaking with his own need. ]

Tell me you want to keep going.

[zazen]

Ramuda—

[This little brat. He loves and hates the sensations he is feeling right now. He loves them because they feel so good. He hates them because they feel so good.

He's sure he's clenching his hands hard enough to leave bruises on his hips.]

Don't stop.

[candyrapper]

[ The firm grip on his hips makes him tense up around Jakurai, trembling. He can practically taste Jakurai’s turmoil and desire on his tongue and it is so delicious.

He licks his lips as he arches up, tall as he can be on top of him. ]

You ready?

[zazen]

[He nods, the grip not slack in the least bit. He wants more, he wants it now. He's becoming impatient and that much is apparent.

But goddamn does Ramuda look hot like that.]

Please.

[candyrapper]

O~kay ⭐️

[ his hands splay out on Jakurai’s chest to steady himself as he rides him hard and fast. He tilts his head back and laugh, breathless and on fire with bliss. ]

This is the best!

[zazen]

[At least this old man can keep up. He's doing a good enough job to absolutely rake his eyes over Ramuda's entire body while he moves. God, he looks so good. He feels so good.

Jakurai tips his head back, giving a low moan from his chest.]

[candyrapper]

[ He arches back, grasping at Jakurai's wrists as he bounces on his dick with shameless abandon. That moan, the proof that this is having an effect on the old man, makes him gasp and shudder, hot and tight around him. ]

Do it again.

[zazen]

[It's almost as if he does it on command. Letting out another low moan, panting with Ramuda bouncing so rough on him like this.

He knows he won't last much longer.]

[candyrapper]

[ What used to be easy breaths and gasps devolve into something more frantic. He's so close himself, despite not being touched. But with everything getting hit so right, maybe it's not even needed.

This is amazing. And ridiculous to think that he could get a stiff like gramps to agree to this kind of casual arrangement, but he's more than happy to show how enthusiastic he is about it. ]

[zazen]

[Unfortunately, this old man is so caught up in the moment that he doesn't even think to touch Ramuda, his hands still grasped rough at his sides.

Jakurai is really even surprising himself, why would he ever to agree to such a stupid arrangement? Lust...lust is probably what that is.]

[candyrapper]

[ In case Jakurai didn't get the memo, lust is one of the best feelings ever, definitely Ramuda's favorite of the seven sins. He likes to think that in this moment, Jakurai would agree. After all, this round is about him and what he wants. Hands splay across Jakurai's chest possessively as he leans in to make sure the old man hears him: ]

Want me to come for you just like this? Or do you want it another way?

[zazen]

[He heard him alright, breath hitching at the suggestions put before him. Why does Ramuda want him to think right now? His nails find Ramuda's back, not scratching, but holding. Biting in. Keeping leverage on him.]

This. Like this.

[candyrapper]

[ 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. ]

[zazen]

[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.]

[candyrapper]

[ 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. ]

[zazen]

[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?]

[candyrapper]

[ 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. ]

That was amazing.

[zazen]

[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.

Jakurai really hates this.]

[candyrapper]

[ His heart rate doesn't spike this time, already at a rapid thrum that makes him feel like he's crackling with energy on the inside.

Still too exhausted to move, he nuzzles at Jakura's chest, pressing an ear against his heart. ]

[zazen]

[His eyes are ever watchful, curious as to what Ramuda is listening to. The stillness in the air, or the the beating of his heart.

His fingers keep where they are. Curious.]

[candyrapper]

[ he’s listening to his heartbeat. It’d be lame if Ramuda ended up more affected than him. ]

Are you checking on me?

[zazen]

Should I not be?

[He will find that Jakurai was just as into this as he was.]

[candyrapper]

[ 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? ]

Dunno. I’m just tired.