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Shinjuku is, well it’s not bad really. The station still sucks no matter how many times Ramuda’s had to take the 3 stops here and there’s always a chance of running into a Certain Someone but there are worse parts of Tokyo to find himself in. Besides it’s not like Jakurai is likely to be hanging around the same sorts of places he ends up when he ends up here with a woman. Sweets places? That guy? It would almost be worth seeing just for how much of a sore thumb he would be amongst girls with their friends and young couples on dates.
Watching the silhouette of the lady he’d met with today disappear into the crowd, he unwraps a lollipop. Their ‘date’, if it could even be called that, had left a bad taste in his mouth that he’s certain the sugary treat isn’t about to cancel out. Well, certain matters are a little bit more important than simply playing around with pretty ladies and enjoying the effect his cute face has on them. That doesn’t make having to make trips out of his way and into enemy territory to discuss them any more fun. Especially when he’s now left with the option of hanging around in this part of the city a little longer or battling the tail end of peak train traffic to get home. Casting an eye in the vague direction of the station, yeah, he’d much rather chance an unfortunate run in than deal with that. Besides, perhaps running into the doctor will allow him to blow off some steam.
Changing directions with a skip in his step he looks at the bright side, at least he knows a place with cute staff that know him well enough to not to be annoying when he orders a drink (not even Dice gets carded and he’s barely 20!). Despite always being a testament to how utterly adorable he looks, it gets old. Sometimes he just wants to be left alone to get a bit of a buzz going on. Who doesn’t?
Predictably, the bar is starting to fill up with office workers in suits by the time he hops through the door. His appearance is so out of place here but no one so much as gives him a second look. How boring. Or perhaps that’s just a testament to him spending too much time around these parts lately. He should probably start pushing to having his meetings in his own territory in case people start to get suspicious about why he’s hanging around Shinjuku so much. Not that they have any real reason to be suspicious, but there are matters he’s caught up in that he would rather not have to explain around should someone bring it up. Especially if it spreads to his own division. That Gentaro is becoming infuriatingly good at spotting when he’s lying. The old saying is true, takes one to know one.
“Onee-san~” Removing the candy from his mouth, he sings out loudly to the girl who greets him. “Did you miss me~?
He doesn’t remember anything about this woman but even if he’s wrong and she’s never served him, he can still play this off in his favour. She looks the sort that’s easy to figure out. The way her eyes light up in recognition as he clings to her arm proves his bluff is right. No wonder Dice always loses to him (well, asides from Dice being a complete fool).
“Ramuda-chan! I’m amazed you remember me, I left to focus on studies for a while so it’s been a few months.” Her smile is bright and voice filled with joy as she speaks. Some people are so totally too easy to play. “I did miss you!”
“I missed you too Onee-san~ Wayyy way too much! But I’m so happy I get to see your pretty face now.” He lays it on heavily. “You should hang out with me tonight, tell me allll about it? What are you studying? I bet it’s super cool!”
He knows with the bar being this busy she’ll have to turn him down but showing interest in someone always goes far. Planting those little seeds of ‘friendliness’ that he might be able to harvest at a later date.
“I wish I could.” She confirms his assumption, sounding genuinely sad that she has to turn him down. “We could always meet up outside of here? You don’t have my contact info right?”
This is not how he wanted things to go but essentially he’s played himself right into it. Well, it’s not as if he has to respond to any messages she sends, she isn’t really his type.
“Nope! Give give~” He responds, overdoing it to hide any reluctance as he fishes his phone out of his pocket. “Will Li-”
A booming voice interrupts his sentence. Unnervingly familiar, it takes a mere second to place it.
Jakurai.
At least the call isn’t directed at Ramuda but instead one of the poor bar staff. Slurred words and rougher vocabulary than normal, there’s only one explanation for his state. Someone convinced him to drink.
“Sowwy Onee-san, I guess the big man over there is getting too rowdy. Now where were we~?” He tries to keep his cool. In a way, as Jakurai continues to make a spectacle of himself, he is saving him from having to ghost this poor girl on line. “Maybe you should kick him out~ He’s interrupting out date~”
He can tell his words have put her in a complex situation. Jakurai is a paying customer, about to be a much better paying customer with how much he will drink when like this, but Ramuda is Ramuda.
“Ahaha, it’s okay, I’ll go tell him!” Before she can even stop him, he’s whirled around, easily spotting his tall silhouette amongst the other patrons.
Playing with Jakurai in this state is like poking a hornets’ nest but it’s so, so hard to hold back from the temptation. Whoever had dragged the man here obviously was unable to handle his drunken state, the askew empty chair beside the doctor telling of a speedy escape. Ha, what an idiot. Then again, he can hardly blame them. It’s only due to a strong determination to annoy that he himself wants to bother with this drunken mess of a doctor.
“Haha, you’re a wreck old man!” Sliding into the empty chair beside Jakurai and dropping his lollipop into an empty water glass, he turns back to the very confused looking staff member. “I guess I know him after all Onee-san. Trust Ramuda to keep him under control, ‘kay~?”
From the look on her face he can tell she doesn’t completely feel right in leaving Ramuda with the much larger, heavily intoxicated man but thankfully she turns and leaves regardless.
“Amemura” Slurred as much as it’s spat out, Jakurai finally acknowledges him.
“Awww yay! No ‘-kun’ how about you go ahead and call me Ramuda if we’re dropping formalities~ I bet it sounds way cute when you say it!” Leaning in towards Jakurai, he lets his body press against his arm, letting him know that he’s definitely not planning on going anywhere. “Who convinced you to drink then geezer? They must have been suuuper important. Should I be jealous?”
Predictably, Jakurai is unimpressed.
“None of your business.” Is all he gets before Jaukrai’s raising his free arm. “Oi! I asked for another bottle! Same as before!”
Reaching up, Ramuda tugs it down. There are people who could do with a drink right now, like himself and there are people who should never touch another drop of alcohol again, like the man who he’s half laying across in an attempt to stop him signalling staff members.
“Nope! No more for you~” He knows he’s fighting a losing battle but given he’s doing it more for the fun of thoroughly pissing off Jakurai rather than actually stopping him, that doesn’t matter really.
“Get off me.” Growled out the words send a shiver through him for reasons he wasn’t expecting. Dammit. That’s not the type of blowing off steam via Jakurai that he was planning on tonight. Although, he’s not all that opposed. It wouldn’t be the first time, or the second. This is turning into quite the bad habit for them.
“Nah uh uh, If you weally wanna dwink more, you gotta get through me fiwst.” He lays it on so thick that he can see a vein in Jakurai’s forehead popping out in anger.
“Get the hell off me.” This time more than just a shiver runs through his body at the way Jakurai says the words. Heat starts to build inside him, forcing him to acknowledge that if this continues, he’s not making it back to his own apartment tonight.
Tired and frazzled, a staff member brings a bottle of wine. Eying the two bottles already empty on the table, Jakurai’s had more than even a man his size should have consumed on his own. Ramuda hopes it was all him anyway, the more Jakurai drinks, the worse his hangover will be after all and at his age? Those have to be pretty horrible.
“Thank you Onee-san~” Smiling at the distressed looking girl, he swipes the bottle before Jakurai can himself and pours some into what he assumes was Jakurai’s glass.
The look of anger on Jakurai’s face as he downs the shallow glass he’s poured is totally worth the fact he’s not at all fond of such a taste. Fruity cocktails and sweet ciders are far more to his preference.
“Oh? Didn’t you order this for me? Haha, my bad!” For good measure he pours another glass, holding it up as if to pass over. “You want it right~?”
As Jakurai’s hand swings for the glass, he reacts on instinct, raising it to his lips and tipping it into his mouth. The taste is still as disagreeable to him as it was before, settling on his tongue as he convinces himself to swallow.
It’s that hesitation that does him in.
Crashing against his lips hard, tongue forcing itself inside, wine spills between them as Jakurai attempts to drink it from his mouth. Anyone thinking logically might have drunk straight from the bottle, if desperate to drink but there’s obviously something a little more base on Jakurai’s mind. It’s messy and rough and oh shit, the girls in here are going to see this. Worst of all though, is the feeling of satisfaction that he’s pushed Jakurai to this point. They’re definitely at the stage where he’s not making it back to Shibuya until morning.
Heaving breathing fills the space between them as Jakurai finally pulls back. Ramuda’s lips feel bruised already from the punishing force yet he craves more. If Jakurai can’t get it up cause of how much he’s had to drink, then Ramuda really will hate him. Not that he doesn’t already hate him because oh boy, he does, but he’ll hate him more. There’s always more room for resentment and bitterness there.
“Give me your wallet.” He demands, all fake cutesy-ness gone from his tone. “We’re paying and leaving.”
As he picks up the dockets from the table to pay, he spots Jakurai drinking from the bottle in his peripheral vision. To see such a dignified man to turn into such a shameful mess after a few drinks is always glorious.
“I dunno how much money is here but keep the change ‘kay~” He comments, pulling out roughly twice what he’s eyed the bill to be. “It’s payment to my Onee-sans for having to deal with that gross old man.”
He can tell she’s uncertain what to do with the excess cash he’s dumped in the tray but the satisfaction of emptying Jakurai’s wallet overpowers how much he might want to ease her stress. Besides, it is kinda funny to watch someone so stressed out by excess money, if he ever did that to Dice he’d make his week.
Putting on the cutest smile he can muster, he exaggerates an adorable wink. His hand instinctively reaches into his pocket for another lollipop before he stops himself. Not right now, he’s got far more important things to be putting in his mouth.
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It’s cliché and he knows it but as he’s pushing this heavily intoxicated noodle of a man into the elevator, he makes sure to get far too handsy, hoping to instigate something on the trip up. A hand on his ass as he shoves him in should do it, he knows the routine by now. He hates it, absolutely hates how much he enjoys goading Jakurai into this and yet every single time things end up the same.
“Amemuraaa-kun” His name slurs from Jakurai’s mouth as the older man shoves him against the wall. Behind him the mirror covered surface clatters dangerously. Huh, well even if it had shattered, he wouldn’t bring himself to regret this.
“If you’re gunna mess up my name like that then at least apologize for it old man.” He manages before lips descend on his.
He doesn’t want to kiss Jakurai like this, things are leaning on tender and caring and that sort of affection with him? It’s just gross. Retorting with his teeth, sinking them into the tongue that slips past his own lips, he gets an angry grunt. Good. His pleased giggle is cut off as lips push harder against his; rather than pulling back, Jakurai kisses so forcefully that it’s barely enjoyable. That’s exactly how this should be. Their heavy breathy and frantic kissing fills the small room with heat, fog starting to surround their silhouettes on the mirrored wall as neither falters.
Desperation grows within him. He knows at this angle with how both of them have to adjust for their height difference, that grinding his hips forwards will do little for it but he can’t help instinct. Despite his clothed dick barely brushing against a lean thigh, a small moan tumbles from his mouth. He’s glad Jakurai lives in a fancy building with sound proofed walls. Not that a lack of sound proofing has ever stopped him from being loud.
By the time the doors open again, Ramuda swears he’s getting drunk off the alcohol on his breath alone, the tiny amount of wine he had at the bar certainly didn’t do it. He knows it’s really the thrill of this all that’s intoxicating though. The taboo of fucking someone he now hates, leaving himself in the hands of someone entirely unpredictable and knowing that no matter what happens, he’ll end up coming back for more.
Jakurai doesn’t speak as he sweeps him off the floor, carrying him unsteadily to the door of his apartment. There’s a fumble as he attempts to reach for his key without dropping Ramuda. A fumble Ramuda would rather stay only at that because despite wanting to end up completely wrecked by the end of the night, he’d rather that be from activities in bed rather than being dropped in the hallway.
“Oi oi old man, let me down.” He pouts, trying to wriggle in a way that won’t lead to increased chance of dropping. “You’re gunna put your back out or something.”
Despite his complaints, Jakurai doesn’t let his feet touch the ground. Finally managing to land his hand on his keys, he gets the door open safely. It’s a miracle he manages to carry him through it when he’s trying to keep it held open with one leg and keep his body weight on the other.
Though Ramuda really is not surprised when he ends up dropped on the floor inside.
Thankfully it’s from an angle where he can catch himself safely but that doesn’t stop complaints coming as he unlaces his boots.
“I knew you’d do that, learn your limits old timer.” He doesn’t bother keeping the words under his breath or sweetening them up with fake cute-ness. “Get a move on with it, I hear old people get really tired fast when they’re drunk.”
Eyes scanning the apartment, they fall on things that have changed even since last time he was here. Evidence of the role his new division mates play in his life is increasingly evident across the living areas. Whether they’ve been in here themselves or he’s simply brought home memoirs of them, he’s unsure but it never sits right with him. Silly, because he knows it would be the same if he ever dragged Jakurai to his place (never happening) but he can’t help the double standard. Shrugging off his cardigan and letting it drop to the floor, he tries to take his mind off of that. He doesn’t care. He shouldn’t care.
A large hand grabbing his arm in a vice grip helps snap him out of things. He knows the way to Jakurai’s bedroom easily, no need to drag him along so rudely. Well, whatever, it’s hardly unexpected and will hardly matter once he’s thrown on the mattress.
“Do you treat all your patients like this?” His voice lilts, slipping back into a higher range. “I should lay a complaint. Ooh you might get in trouble~”
“Quiet.”
One word is all he gets before he’s shoved backwards sharply. Even with the bed behind him to catch him his fall is winding, a buckle from his suspenders digging into a hip as he falls on top of it. One coming bruise from the way Jakurai grabbed his arm, one from that, soon he’ll lose count. Jakurai really doesn’t play about when he’s like his and as terrible as it is, Ramuda wouldn’t have it any other way. Heart racing in a mix of anticipation and arousal, his hands shake as he moves to undo his shirt before Jakurai can get to it. He doesn’t want to lose yet another one to impatient, clumsy hands.
“Take it all off.” A rough order comes.
Despite the slurred tone and rude manner, Jakurai looks ever elegant as he ties his hair back. God he hates it that even like this, Jakurai looks more beautiful than any of the runway models he hires. Tearing his gazes away he huffs as he reaches for his fly. Hooking his fingers under the band of his underwear at the same time, he tilts his hips upwards. A hiss escapes his lips at the reminder of the pain from the totally cute and totally solid metal heart shaped buckle that had met his hip. That kind of pain only feels good when there’s a cock slamming into him at the same time.
“Spent enough time prettying yourself up for me?” He sings out to Jakurai, throwing the rest of this clothes off the bed.
Impatience is growing as he lays there, eyes keenly focused on the obvious bulge in Jakurai’s pants. At least his stupid lab coat has found its way to the floor by now. Fumbling hands and swaying body, he’s definitely struggling to be efficient. Useless. If it weren’t for having been with him before while like this, Ramuda would doubt his ability to fuck him while so deeply intoxicated. Huffing, he rolls over. His body burns with the need to feel that stupid old man’s hands on him and to have his cock inside him. It’s unfair, completely unfair how much he gets him going still. Reaching for the handle of the bedside drawer, he tugs it open. As always, there’s lube conveniently placed inside. If there’s one thing he can always trust Jakurai for, it’s that he’s prepared for things like this.
“Take your time, don’t mind me~” Positioning himself directly in front of Jakurai as he pops the cap on the bottle, he intends to put on a show. “I know I need to be patient with the elderly.”
Blue eyes alight with anger at that comment. Ah, he finally snapped fully. Good. All intentions to finger himself open in full view are thrown out the window as he’s grabbed and twisted, the bottle falling to the mattress. By the time he manages to tell up from down again, he feels hard heat against his cheek. And fabric, cotton lycra by the feel of it which means this is likely Jakurai’s cock and oh, this is more like it.
Nuzzling his cheek into that heat he feels fingers entwine themselves in his hair tightly. The pull gives as much pleasure as it does pain. Usually Ramuda prefers to be in control, even leaning on sadistically dominant but when Jakurai’s like this, that all flips around. The tugging doesn’t stop as he mouths his dick through the fabric, soaking it in his saliva as he tries to taste Jakurai through the barrier of his underwear. He wishes nothing more than that he would take them off already, slide them down his thighs so Ramuda can feel the way his thick length makes his jaw ache.
“Come on.” He mutters directly against his cock. The words get him a sharp pull on his hair, a whimper escaping his lips in response. “If you want me to just make you cum in your pants then I guess I can do that for you old man. Didn’t know you’d gotten so boring~”
Tears prick his eyes as his head is roughly jerked back, nothing about the action kind or gentle. He doesn’t have time to lament the potential aching neck tomorrow or the hairs he’s undoubtedly losing, as Jakurai finally slides his underwear down his stupidly long legs. Tongue flicking out, he wets his lips, if things go the way he’s expecting he’s going to both love and hate this.
Jakurai wastes no time in feeding him his dick, sliding between his lips slowly before pushing in deep. It’s far too much all at once, his length and thickness far more than anyone would be able to easily deep throat, especially with no warning. Gagging and choking, Ramuda tries to figure out how to breathe as Jakurai doesn’t relent. Saliva drips down his chin, tears down his cheeks and despite that, he finds himself moaning as his throat is fucked. There’s little he can do to add to Jakurai’s pleasure when he’s being used like a fuck toy like this, not that he could possibly think about doing that anyway. Attempting to keep his gag reflex under control has him so preoccupied that he can’t even spare the thought to tend to himself. His cock aches, untouched and desperately hard; though he doesn’t expect it will be getting any attention tonight.
A pleasured groan sounds above him and Ramuda can’t help but feel smug. He might be acting as nothing but a hole for Jakurai to fuck right now but finally there’s some sign other than how hard his dick is betraying how into this he is. A hand slips to his shoulder, short nails digging in tightly to the skin, potentially breaking it. Ramuda can’t tell. What he can tell is that as Jakurai’s breathing starts to get laboured, the low animalistic sounds spilling from his lips becoming more and more common, is that he’s in danger of Jakurai cumming in his mouth. It’s not like he’s opposed to it as a concept, not at all. He’s more opposed to the fact that he’s not going to get anything out of this if he does. A drunk Jakurai never lasts more than one round.
Using the heels of his hands he pushes as hard as he can against the slender thighs in front of him. Shoving again and again until Jakurai finally gets the point. Coughs escape him as he tries to catch his breath. Thank god there’s no battles arranged for a while cause with the way his throat’s going to be tomorrow, he doubts he’d be able to rap a full verse.
“Are you planning on fucking me too old man? Or were you just gunna cum from that and pass out.” Coughs escaping him yet again, he struggles to get a hold on himself. “Cause that’s a biiig no no~”
Jakurai doesn’t comment on the way his voice breaks in the middle of trying to sound cute. He doesn’t comment on anything at all. The only answer Ramuda gets is being shoved back into the mattress as he climbs on top of him.
“Finally getting on with it then are we~?” Picking up where the bottle of lube had landed on the mattress, he shoves it at Jakurai. “Should I do the honours or will you? Hmm, can I even trust you to do it right in this state~”
“Unfailingly rude, as always.” Jakurai mutters under his breath, snatching the bottle from Ramuda.
A light giggle from him earns him a glare from the doctor, it only spurs him on. Getting on Jakurai’s nerves is one of his favourite pass times. His laugher cuts off as soon as he feels two slick fingers slowly pressing inside him. Only the initial penetration is slow, everything from then on is a mess of fast thrusts and high moans as finally Ramuda gets some pleasure out of all this. Waves of heat and ecstasy wrack his body, it would be so easy to get caught up in this and let Jakurai push him over the edge with his fingers alone. Whether on purpose or by delicious accident, Jakurai keeps brushing past his prostate, trust a doctor to know where the gland is by instinct. Although, given how many times they’ve done this in the past while sober and alert, perhaps it’s simply due to that that he knows his body so well.
No no no nooope! He’s not thinking about that.
“Another one, come onnnn, you’re too slow, turning into a grandpa.” The words tumble from his mouth as he demands more. “Come on you shitty old man.”
“Patience.” The word comes forcefully.
Much to his disappointment, he feels Jakurai’s fingers sliding out of him. Wriggling his hips and whining he tries to think of words to spit at him but none come. His mind too distracted by how empty he feels without those long fingers inside him.
“Turn over.” Yet again just a simple, slurred command. He wouldn’t be surprised if with the combination of intoxication and lust clouding his mind, Jakurai can’t think in full sentences right now.
“Good, I didn’t wanna see you’re wrinkled old face either.” Figuring out how things are going to go, he wastes no time in rolling onto his stomach and onto his knees, ass up so Jakurai has no choice but to pay attention to it. “Don’t bother with your fingers, just get in me.”
He may regret those words given Jakurai’s size but he’s confident that he’s not going to do any real damage. He knows his body’s limits, even if this isn’t his usual position. Jakurai has other plans though. The two fingers inside him move up to three and he continues to fuck him hard and fast. His fringe is damp with sweat as he presses his face into his arms. He must be such a mess by now, a depraved, disgusting mess. Good.
“Just fuck me already.” His whining comes out muffled, mouth pressed against the sheets.
The hand steadying his hips releases its grip, cupping his ass as it moves down his body. Expecting Jakurai to withdraw his fingers and get a move on with things, he tries to catch his breath somewhat. It’s no good to cum as soon as Jakurai’s inside him.
Things don’t exactly proceed as he expects.
The first strike comes completely without warning, sharp and stinging against his ass.
“You’re not in control here.” The words are too slurred to hold much weight.
“You don’t sound like you’re particularly in control either~”
He fully expects the second strike, moaning as Jakurai hits him harder for his response. Tears start to fall again as a third follows it up. His skin feels so tender, so searingly hot from the hand being brought against it. He’d never admit to anyone else that he gets off on this, even Jakurai in a state to remember it the next morning is left in the dark. Though, Jakurai in a remotely sober state would never be hitting him full force while his fingers are in his ass.
“Show some respect and keep your mouth shut.” Ramuda feels his fingers slide out of him as he growls out the words.
Biting his lip he holds back any remarks. He can let them fly once Jakurai’s inside him, he doubts the man’s going to have any self control left to draw this out with punishments once he is. Body shaking with anticipation he pushes back against him. It’s been far too long since they last fucked and he craves having that cock inside him. He wants to be destroyed by it.
Just as he’s about to break his resolve to not make any more rude remarks he finally feels that thick, lubed up head pressing against him. No sounds of a condom having been opened or rolled on and the feeling of skin directly on his as Jakurai starts to push inside, he can’t help but smile to himself. Drunk is the only time Jakurai would ever think of skipping protection. Ramuda is the only person he would think of skipping it with.
Fingers grip his hip tightly as he starts to press in. He doesn’t bottom nearly enough for this to go fast, even with how worked up and prepared he is. It’s probably a really good thing Jakurai went against his demands. The stretch is at the limits of what he can handle, the feeling consumes him. Chest heaving as he tries to breathe steadily and teeth sinking into his lip, he can’t wait until this part is over.
A small whimper escapes him as he finally feels him bottom out. Hips flush against his own, he can feel the heat and sweat from Jakurai’s skin against his own. They’re both just as bad as each other like this. He can’t stand it, just beings so still and intimately close with a man he used to love. Gritting his teeth he works up the effort to say something reckless. Even if it’s too early, the sooner he’s pounding into him, the sooner this weird moment will end.
“Too busy day dreaming about your retirement plans?” His voice shakes with every word, lower tones mixing in with his sentence. “You’re inside me so get a move on.”
Jakurai doesn’t play about. As soon as the final word leaves his lips, he feels him pulling back. He’s winded by the intensity of the thrust. It still doesn’t feel good, not yet, but being used like this by someone who when sober would never imagine acting this way? That part feels good. Just as he’s about to try and speak those words, a hand tangles in his hair. Still tender from before, he can’t suppress the pained hiss that escapes him.
It must be easy at his size, to lean over Ramuda’s small body to push his face into the mattress like he is. Breathing through his nose rendered impossible, he desperately tries to inhale through the bunched up sheets blocking his mouth. His body shakes and shudders as he struggles to get enough air, replace the breaths that Jakurai’s knocking out of him with every thrust. For all the torture this must be on his body, it feels amazing. His body adjusts properly to Jakurai’s size finally as his strong hand and rough treatment force him down.
Skin slapping against skin, Jakurai’s low groans and his own muffled moans mix in an obscene backing music. His hands bunch into the sheets, grabbing for any hold on reality he can. He’s going to ache for days afterwards, his ass and hips, his neck from this stupid angle, his scalp and throat. Everything is going to hurt and he loves that. He craves it. Just thinking about it sees a loud moan against the sheets in front of him. Or maybe that was due to the way Jakurai’s dick had felt fucking into him just then. He doesn’t know and he doesn’t care.
He can’t help but feel disappointment when Jakurai’s grip in his hair loosens. That only increases when he slides out of him without slamming back in. Whatever he’s planning, he better act fast, Ramuda feels so so empty.
“On your back.” The command is growled.
Ramuda doesn’t have time to act on his own, Jakurai helping to flip him over before he’s comprehended the words fully.
“Oi, old ma-”
A swift movement cuts him off, Jakurai’s cock slipping so easily inside him once again. It’s a relief to feel him fucking him so desperately; as roughly as before. His breathing quickly picks up to frantic now that he can use his lungs properly again and he’s almost sickeningly aware of how strongly the room stinks of sex. What’s more sickening than that however, is the way Jakurai starts to bend down slowly. Ramuda can see where this is going and he really had thought that when he’d bitten the man’s tongue earlier, Jakurai had learnt not to do this. Then again, the man is completely and utterly drunk.
Sucking on his tongue, Ramuda quickly brings into his mouth what he can. He’s going to be punished more and he knows it but as soon as the mouth comes near his… he spits. Jakurai’s expression of disgust and anger is so, so satisfying. Saliva splattered on his cheeks, he seems to get the point. No matter how lost in the chaos of this Ramuda may be, he still doesn’t want that.
“You shitty brat.” Growled and furious, the words tumble from Jakurai’s mouth.
Smiling, Ramuda pokes out his tongue. Should have known what you were getting into there, old man. Just as he’s about to sing out something to that effect, Jakurai’s expression darkens further.
A hand closes around his neck, slowly tightening until he finds himself gasping for air. Ugly, raspy sounds leave his throat as the large hand cuts off his air supply. He can’t bring himself to hate it though. The crushing weight on his windpipe, the building, desperate need for air and light-headedness end up only amplifying the pleasure he feels. Since when was he ever this masochistic? Or perhaps he has a death wish he’s just discovering, is he deep down like that one guy from Jakurai’s new team? Lungs screaming for air his thoughts are cut off just before they can go down a route he doesn’t want to think about. There’s nothing left in him to put towards thinking, his body able to only acknowledge pleasure and pain.
Tears add to his blurring vision, spilling down his cheeks yet again. He’s about to pass out and he knows it, black spots appearing in his vision. A desperate whimper leaves his lips, he can’t speak, he has no other way of let the man above him know how close he is to losing consciousness. Would Jakurai even care?
Air rushes into his lungs for just long enough for him to bring himself back from the brink. It feels wrong, he craves the heightened senses and pleasure as he was on the verge of blacking out again. A moan escapes him as the grip tightens again. Everything feels on fire. The feeling of Jakurai’s dick inside him fucking so rough and fast consumes him. Pleasure builds at the same rate as his desperation for air.
Moans and cries try their best to escape his constricted throat. Just a little more, a tiny bit more and he’ll be over the edge. If Jakurai stops strangling him again before then it’ll be him who’s getting his airflow cut off next. Grabbing Jakurai’s arm with both hands he holds it in place. He’s going to have bruises on both his hips and his neck tomorrow from how tightly he’s gripping him.
The wave of pleasure that washes over him is so intense he feels like he really will pass out. Back arching off the bed as much as Jakurai will allow him, his body shudders and shakes. His cum feels so burningly hot as it splatters his chest and stomach. He gasps desperately for air as the grip on his neck is loosened, letting his grip on his arm fall he lets Jakurai remove it. Even drunk the doctor isn’t cruel enough to keep it up past orgasm it seems. Everything feels so good but as Jakurai continues to thrust into him at full intensity, he can feel overstimulation approaching fast.
Face already wet with tears, they don’t stop as he’s pushed past pleasure. Jakurai feels too big, too fast, too much. With how his movements are getting sloppier, Ramuda knows he must be close but it can’t come soon enough. His hands grip the sheets for reasons other than pleasure, hoping that he’ll hurry up and cum before the overstimulation truly gets too much. Only when he’s properly unable to handle it will he demand he stop. Until then, maybe this will be when he finally learns his lesson about seeking out Jakurai again and again like he seems to.
Groaning low and loud as he cums, Jakurai doesn’t stop thrusting into him. Speed slowing, he milks himself dry inside him. Ramuda can already feel cum spilling out as Jakurai’s hips move their final few times. At least these aren’t his own sheets. Hangover and having to do a lot of laundry tomorrow? Jakurai’s going to have fun.
As he pulls out, Ramuda winces at both how he aches and the further spilling of cum from his abused hole. He’s getting too old for this, there’s no way he’s going to recover fast from tonight. Yet as the bruises bloom then fade, he’ll take some comfort in knowing he’s still on Jaukrai’s mind in the same way Jakurai is on his.
Any sentimental thoughts are knocked out of his mind as Jakurai near collapses on top of him. Only quick instincts save him from being crushed under 69kgs of drunk doctor. His face looks peaceful as his eyes flutter closed and sleep quickly takes over. Elsewhere he’s absolutely a mess but Ramuda finds himself unable to focus on that. The familiar sleeping face tugs at his heart in ways he’d thought perhaps he’d finally been able to get over. Brushing Jakurai’s damp bangs from his face he allows himself a tiny smile. Only for a second. And only because Jakurai’s passed out and won’t see him acting sentimental.
Shaking his head he tries to rid himself of any of those feelings. He’ll stay here tonight, allow himself to cuddle up against that large, warm body and pretend things are as they were but only for tonight. Rolling off the bed he grimaces, pain already shooting through his body as he searches for his pants. Pulling his phone from a pocket when he manages to locate them, he glances at the screen. 18% battery left. That’s not going to last until morning.
It’s unlikely, he tries to tell himself as he makes his way to the kitchen, that Jakurai still has an iPhone charger out here. It’s useless for his own phone, perhaps he threw it out after one of their final fights. Ramuda hasn’t had need to search for it since.
Or maybe one of his new team owns an iPhone, he realises as he opens a drawer to find it exactly where it used to live. Even if that’s so, he’s thankful. He needs to set an alarm, tonight is one thing but he wants to be cleaned up and limping out of here before Jakurai even opens his eyes. As he turns to make his way back to the bedroom, his eyes linger a little too long on the tap.
Placing a glass of water and a couple of painkillers on the side table, he hopes Jakurai doesn’t read the gesture wrong in the morning. Then again, will he even remember it was Ramuda he slept with? Unlikely.
Lifting a long arm, he shuffles under it, cuddling against Jakurai’s body and soaking up his warmth. It’s silly to think that this might end up being the best night’s sleep he’s had in months. The last having been the last time he’d fallen into his ex-boyfriends bed like this. As sleep starts to make his lids heavy, he tilts his head upwards, placing a single chaste kiss to Jakurai’s cheek, before gripping his turtleneck as he lets himself drift off.