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More than just a job

MORE THAN JUST A JOB

It's only business, nothing personal...at least, that's how it started. You were pegged as the right one for a job that involves this person; your task could be positive, such as protecting them with their consent or without it, guiding them from point a to point b, and the like - or, as seedier transactions tend to go, it could be negative. You have to take them back to a place they really don't want to return to, you have to be a jailor, or you even have to be their assassin. At the very least, helping or hurting, you'll be compensated generously (by money or, you know, by not being killed off). And that was all that mattered.

Until they mattered.

They could have shown you something you never knew existed in the world or in yourself. They could have done any number of things, yet they've won you and your feelings over. Your priorities just may shift because of this, but will their view of you do the same as soon as they learn why you were around them in the first place? For your own gain? Will they be able to forgive you?

Even if they can, will they be able to see you the way you see them?

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[Ren feels the impulse to gently hit Cain with the condoms, but restrains himself. The squeeze he gets prompts him to shiver.]

What? You want me to dictate everything?

[Ren's tone is gentle, and he raises his eyebrows with a playful expression. Even so, settling his hands on Cain's shoulders so he can line himself up with either Cain's thigh or his groin, he grinds against him with a low groan at the friction.]]

In-- any case... ah... whatever you want.

That's dangerous, [ he warns, pushing his leg up to add some better friction to that slow ride, giving Ren's ass another firm squeeze. ] There's a lot I want.

[ which he'll start by nudging his chin against Ren's shoulder, sliding his lips up smooth skin until he finally just bites, sucking on the spot roughly. minor compared to the hand he's dragging around front to skim over Ren's abdomen and then slide down into the front of his shorts. ]

[Ren yelps as he's bitten, but doesn't stop him. His hips rock against his hand the moment he feels it slip down his shorts. He's fairly wet, if Cain's fingers seek him out, his fluids clinging to his inner thighs, and the stiffness of his clit is easily felt.

[He slides his fingers into Cain's hair, listlessly petting his scalp while his mouth is still in such a sensitive place.]

P-point taken. Didn't expect you to bite me.

[He rocks against him again with a low groan.]

But... there's a lot I want too. Words are kinda hard, though.

Yeah...?

[ a mutter against Ren's neck as he kisses against the curve of his throat, tongue smoothing over the nice bright red mark he's just left ]

Mm... then I'll just figure it out.

[ pressing his fingers up against that heat, he strokes in a come-hither motion, pressing up against Ren's clit when he feels it. pressing, rubbing, using that slickness to build momentum and finger ]

[Unfortunately, he forgot to warn Cain on how he doesn't like to be touched. The pressure directly on his clit makes him sharply jerk his hips back a bit with a louder, pained sound, his expression scrunched up somewhat.]

N-Not directly! That hurts!

[Not a boner-killer, but it could have been one. Cheeks burning, he reached down to try and adjust Cain's hand to a more suitable location. He stops when he has Cain's fingertips placed along the soft hood surrounding it.]

Here... It's a lot better for me this way. Touching it directly just hurts unless I'm super into it, and even then, sometimes it's still too much.

[ making a soft noise, he allows Ren to guide him as he wants, leaving a kiss on his throat as an apology. hurts is usually how most of his sex goes—rough, quick, and careless. but, he has to remind himself, that's not the case here. ]

All right.

[ he nods his chin up to press his mouth against Ren's again, starting from the top. pulling back a touch, he quirks his mouth, ]

Can I blow you?

Eh?! Y... oh...

[It takes Ren a moment to understand what he means.]

...Y-yeah, you can, if you want to.

[What should he do??? He's never expected this, either. He can't help but ask,] What... do you need me to do?

Just lean back.

[ pulling both hands up, he licks the fingers that had been inside Ren's shorts. ]

Do you want to wear that?

[ nodding with his chin toward the binder ]

[Ren hesitates, considering a moment, but then decides to pull it off, too. It would be better not to get it all sweaty on the first night, because gross. And so, he pulls it up and over his head, flushing slightly has his breasts show themselves. He's marked with freckles across them, too, his skin already lightly flushed from arousal.

[Slowly, he leans back on his hands a bit, uncertain how far Cain wants him to go. Shouldn't he take his shorts off, too? Not that stimulation through his boxers feels bad.]

I like your freckles, too.

[ it doesn't look like he's going to ask him to take off his shorts. Cain pushes himself up so he can press a kiss to Ren's chin, throat, and then down his chest in a slow, hot trail. ]

They're cute.

[ a light nip of his teeth when he catches some skin between his lips, brushing his tongue down to soothe the bite once he lets it go ]

[Ren flushes, quiet as Cain touches him. It's weird, but it's a good weird. The nibble of teeth causes a brief flood of goosebumps, but they fade quickly enough.]

C-cute??

[He focuses on the feeling of his mouth on his skin, and shifts his weight slightly, uncertain what else to say.]

Mhmm...

[ slow. wanting to make up for fucking up before, Cain wants to give this guy the best sex he'll ever have in the back of a van — so he takes his time now, reaching back up to meet their mouths again. quickly diving into a deep kiss with open lips, rubbing his tongue against Ren's while he teases a hand over the other's lower abdomen, ghosting the soft skin of his lower abdomen with blunt nails. ]

[It takes fairly little for Ren to melt into the kiss, a soft, little groan rumbling through his throat as he curls his tongue against Cain's. His muscles briefly tense up beneath Cain's hand, but otherwise the ticklish feeling passes quickly.

[Gently, he shifts a little to try and press his body against Cain's hand without compromising his balance much. He's not certain what Cain's trying to do by touching his stomach like this, but it's pleasant enough. It's just a little awkward to just sit here and wait.]

[ he gauges the response as he slips that hand down from Ren's abdomen to his thighs, teasing the soft flesh of his inner thighs, grazing fingers loaded with promises.

there's more urgency in the kiss again as he slides his other hand up along Ren's spine now that the binder isn't blocking his touch anymore. soft — much softer than his calloused hands.

when he breaks the kiss he looks thoughtful for a second before following up with a smirk, ]

Top or bottom?

[ no context. ]

[Some part of Ren feels mildly disappointed when Cain's hand doesn't make a stop between his thighs instead. Even so, the sensation of Cain's rougher hands is pleasant as they touch him, and he shivers as his hand presses along his spine. Admittedly, he tends to build up tension between his shoulders, and so it possibly feels better to be touched there because of that.

[Even so, he's quite out of it when Cain breaks the kiss, and he looks at Cain in mild confusion.]

Top?

[ At least Ren doesn't really need to worry about balance anymore — Cain just gives him a smile before he drops himself back, tugging Ren on top of him as he eases himself down. sliding underneath while leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down the other's chest and stomach.

squeezing Ren's thighs in both hands now, he presses his mouth against the fabric his boxers, kissing and dipping his tongue where it feels the wettest. ]

[He may not have to worry about balance, but he still does, his hands flying for purchase on Cain's shoulders, and, should they go a bit beyond his reach, the mess of blankets beneath them.

[Feeling the damp heat of Cain's mouth against him, he groans at him and gives an impatient rock of his hips. Well, as much as his partner's grip on him will permit.

[Dimly, he realizes what could have happened if he'd said "bottom" instead. As it is, he has the mild urge to put more of his weight on Cain's face, but, then, he might not want to move afterward. His thighs tremble a little in Cain's grip as he touches him so, but not much else.]

[ he works his mouth, pressing up against Ren when he rocks his hips, giving him the friction he's looking for. loosening his grip just enough, he tugs downward on the young man's hips to encourage him to do just that—put more weight on his face.

briefly he teases his tongue past the boxers to rub his tongue against skin to see how Ren reacts. ]

[He does, settling on him and just about squeaking when he feels Cain's tongue against him directly. Reaching down to tug on the shorts, he tries to figure out some way to move the legs of his underwear out of the way without stretching or tearing the fabric on accident. Eventually, he accomplishes it by hitching it up and bunching it up, while moving it to the side. It's not ideal, but it's something.

[And it gives him something to do with his hands.]

[ he chuckles lightly, a soft vibration against him while he kisses without the underwear between them. now he can really taste him — and it's better than the ice cream. switching between kissing and sucking lightly, he works his mouth and tongue up and down.

idly, he hands slide around to squeeze Ren's ass again. ]

[He's never felt this before - each movement of his tongue takes him off guard. Trusting Cain to keep his boxers where he's bunched them up, Ren plants his hands down onto the blankets so that he can better keep his balance. Squeaking a little as Cain squeezes his ass again, he shivers and grinds against Cain's face with a low groan.]

S..suck on it more...? That felt good....

[ another muffled noise when Ren grinds down against him—his cock is getting stiff in his pants between that and the taste of him thick on his tongue now. nodding his chin up, he rolls his tongue and then sucks again, swallowing some of the fluids when he does. this time he keeps it up longer, focusing on the spot where he'd been when Ren let out that groan.

one hand drops to his own pants. he presses his palm against his growing erection while he sucks, the other staying on Ren's ass to both keep the underwear in place and to squeeze him. ]

[Trying to keep his hips still while he feels Cain sucking on him so, he can't help but be more vocal as he keeps feeling the wet heat of his mouth on him. In the end, he tries to be mindful as he grinds down against his face again, not wanting to hurt him, somehow.]

Shit... that feels way too good....

[Even so, he still wishes that he could somehow do more. To distract himself, he drags one hand up in order to toy with his chest, fingertips roughly pinching a nipple only to roll it between his fingers.]

[ Cain's gaze flicks up when he feels Ren shift, watching greedily when he plays with himself, pushing his palm harder against his erection. fuck, that's hot.

seeing that adds more heat to the way he sucks and rolls his tongue, shifting beneath Ren thanks to how turned on he's getting. using the tip of his tongue, he strokes along inside, working in a rhythm. ]

[Ren looks down at what of Cain's face that he can see when he feels Cain shifting, and then briefly glances behind himself. His walls briefly twitch at the sight, his body feeling warmer knowing that Cain's getting off on this. He grinds against his tongue, calling out the most whenever Cain's tongue bumps against his entrance more than inside. Not that he hates being touched internally, but just being touched shallowly feels plenty good.

[He switches sides, letting out a low croon of pleasure as his fingers tug on his other nipple, his teeth lightly catching on his bottom lip.]

Y-you sure... you don't want me to help you with yours?

[Even so, he enjoys Cain's rhythm and he can't help but focus in that more, panting quietly as the sensation of being teased continues to build.]

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