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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 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.]

[ he responds to those sounds, focusing more on where he seems to like best — switching to moving his tongue around the entrance, sucking on the sensitive skin there.

of course he wants Ren to help him too — but he's more interested on getting him off, or at least getting him nice and riled up. he makes another noise from his throat, more vibration from his lips while he sucks. which is why he keeps his petting to his cock light, pushing himself along with the sight of how how Ren looks and how hot he sounds. ]

Fuck...

[ a muffled moan when tucks his chin down for just a moment to catch his breath, licking his lips. ]

[And he's getting riled rather quickly, his body aching for more substantial stimulate as every touch teases him more. When Cain stops, he lets out a positively frustrated whine.]

L-let go a second...

[Because right now? Right now he's carefully getting off of Cain's face long enough so he can yank his boxers straight off. He's got more freckles there, too along his hips and thighs in particular. This is better - now he won't get his underwear more soaked, and Cain can just touch him instead of worrying about cloth getting in the way.

[Once he's done with that, he settles again over Cain's face, though doesn't actually sit on him again yet.]

[ he's a little fascinated by the freckles there. he doesn't have any — so he can't help it when he reaches up to trace along them like a game of connect-the-dots, wearing a little grin. one that's met with the tip of his tongue running across his lips. ]

You're really hot, [ he finally comments, still licking his lips when he glances up to Ren's face, chest rising and falling heavily with labored breath ] you know?

Well, I imagine if I was the opposite of hot, you probably wouldn't be doing this right now.

[It's about the closest he can come to in regards to appreciating his words. That said, he's still quite turned on and not thinking with all of his brain, either.

[Considering something, he lifts off of his face yet again in order to hover over him and kiss him, not at all minding the taste of himself on Cain's lips.]

Huh.. you taste pretty good with me on you, too.

[It just kind of slips out. But he punctuates his thought with another small lick to Cain's bottom lip.]

[ gosh Ren, there's something to be said for having a good personality..!!

during the kiss Cain takes the time to ruffle his hand through the Ren's hair, eyebrows raised slightly at the comment he cocks his head. ]

Wouldn't mind having more of you on me.

[ he shifts up since Ren's not hovering over him so he can peel off his shirt, tugging it up over his head and dropping it to the side. ]

Help me out?

[ nodding his chin toward his pants ]

[Ren boggles at the hair ruffling, but it's pleasant, and it makes him want to press into it like a contented cat. He stays still, watching while Cain takes his shirt off. He almost misses his words because of how hard he's staring, but he yanks his eyes back up to his face.]

S-sure.

[Admittedly, he wanted to stare longer, but that's fine. Working his way down Cain's body so he can sit beside his legs, he at once starts to open up his pants so that he can simply pull them off--

[...Oh, his shoes are in the way. Without thinking much about it, with Cain's pants down to his knees, he pulls one of Cain's feet onto his lap so he can take off his footwear.]

[ at least he doesn't seem to mind being half-pantsed. he rests back on his elbows while he watches, head tilted and long chunks of black hair tickling a bare shoulder. there's no hiding his boner which is pretty much just there, cock obvious against his boxers.

chewing on his lower lip, he just studies Ren for a moment now that he's got the chance, letting him pry off his boots for him. ]

Thanks.

[He gives a slight shrug in reply, smiling shyly as he works his boots completely off. Deciding to make good on his earlier offering, he wriggles to straddle Cain's legs so that he can nuzzle against his dick for a moment, only to work his boxers down just enough to pull him out.

[Cheeks burning in both arousal and mild embarrassment, he grips his dick in one hand, the pad of his thumb digging slightly beneath the head. Opening his mouth, he gives a slow, firm lick to the head, wanting to taste him.

[He hasn't done this often - curiosity has given him some small amount of past experience, but nothing more.]

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