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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 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.]

[ his cock twitches from the attention and Cain breathes out, resisting the urge to push his hips up. shit, slow really is agonizing, especially when it's when a tongue is running up his dick.

so he reacts by pushing his hands into Ren's hair again, running his fingers through and scraping his nails just against his scalp. only fair that Ren gets to taste him since he'd done the same before — the tip is only a little wet at the moment, a few drops of pre leaking.

he wraps a short lock of hair around his fingers and gives a short tug, ]

You're gonna drive me nuts like that.

[That tug gets a whimper out of him as he laps up his pre, tasting him and not minding it at all.]

Hmn, how do you think I feel right now.

[Peering at Cain, he makes a point to lick him again, and then firmly suck on just the tip.]

If... if I had any less self control than I do right now, I'd already be hopping on.

[But of course, he isn't hopping on without a condom on, even though part of him wants to.]

[ he offers another tug, this one less intentional and thanks to the shiver that rattles up his spine when Ren sucks on the head of his cock. a soft curse, fuck, and he scrapes his teeth across his bottom lip.

the same temptation also exists for him — but he's not stupid even when he's got a boner. last thing they need is either a) a huge mess or b) something terrible to happen like an accidental pregnancy through some terrible stroke of luck. nope, no thanks, especially on that last one. ]

You got more self control than me, [ he groans as he grabs for the box of condoms, popping it open to pluck out one of the silver packages. it's easy for him tear open, catching the very corner of the packaging between sharp teeth and giving a nice swift tug that makes it crinkle and tear off the top. the lube in the packaging makes his lips and fingers wet, but he doesn't seem to care. ] Unless you get off on making me want you?

[ spitting the top of the packaging to the side, he smirks, ]

I'm not gonna play nice anymore if you say yes to that.

[Ren groans at the softer tug, and he bobs his head a little, still sucking on him. His tongue gives a parting drag against the head as he pulls off of him.]

Well, I gotta say that, yes. Watching you react like this thanks to me? Hell yes I'm getting off on it.

So you don't have to play nice, but I appreciate that you have so far.

[Seeing the condom in his hand, however, he sits up and back somewhat in order to let Cain have the freedom to put it on - that is, if he wants to do it for himself.]

[ he nods his head when Ren speaks, kinda like, yeah sure, that's fair, while rolling the condom on his cock. it only takes him a few seconds to smooth it down his erection and make sure it's on correctly.

so it's perhaps a little jarring when he lurches forward with no warning and without a word, shoving Ren down onto his back with rough hands. burying his face in the crook of his neck he bites again, this time not letting to quite as quickly as the first time, sucking on skin pinched tightly between his teeth.

while he bites his left hand slides down to grab one of Ren's breasts, giving a generous squeeze while digging his thumbnail into his nipple. ]

[Ren's too caught off guard to do anything else for that moment, yelping at the bite, followed by the delightful pain against his nipple. It certainly feels nicer than when he does it himself. Even the groping feels good to some extent, but not nearly as good as everything else.

[Regardless, he can't help but let out a rather loud, sharp moan as his whole body trembles, his hips jerking upward in impulse in an attempt to get more stimulation. Once the shockwaves pass, he takes a shaking breath. Even so, he embraces Cain again, reveling in the sensation of his skin under his touch.]

S-sorry... I kinda... came a little....

[ he manages a smirk at that while sucking on the spot he'd chosen to leave a mark, nail still teasing and digging into that nipple. a chuckle, a soft vibration from his throat while his other hand slinks down to roughly grab at Ren's hip. when he it jerked up earlier it left him in a perfect position; Cain pressed the length of his cock against Ren's outer lips, pressing up against him.

but not aiming to penetrate. he rolled his hips, grinding up so that he could run the length of his cock along Ren's slit, using his squirt to slide back and forth fairly easily. it'd feel better without the condom for him, sure, but he's still getting off on the sensation.

and once he's satisfied that the spot where he'd been sucking is going to leave a nice red mark, he runs his tongue along the irritated skin. ]

[Ren can't keep quiet - too sensitive from even such a small orgasm, it's harder to hold his voice back. He curses as Cain's rubbing hits a good spot, his hips shakily trying to grind back against him. Having his neck and chest teased so only spurs him on even more.]

F-fuuuck!! In. In, now. Any hole, okay?? I can't-- I don't want to wait!

[Admittedly, he's not thinking as clearly as he could.]

[ pulling his head up, he gives Ren a sloppy smirk as he rolls his hips, grinding up against him again. ]

You don't?

[ now he's the one getting off on driving Ren nuts—and it doesn't seem like he wants to stop anytime soon. ]

But doesn't it feel good?

[ shifting again, he pulls Ren's toward him as he rolls back, rubbing up on him harder. tucking his head back down, he slides the hand that had been grabbing Ren's breast around to his side so he can plant his mouth around his nipple instead, nipping at it, teasing it with his tongue. ]

[Ren clings tighter to him, shouting as the harder pressure almost hurts. Shivering, he grinds against his dick in return, crying out at the sensation of Cain's mouth on his chest. It's a weird feeling, but a good sort of weird.]

I-I don't... want to get so overstimulated that it hurts before I can feel you in m-me...

[He watches Cain pleadingly, wanting him, but not wanting to even attempt to force his hand.]

Hahh... don't worry, babe...

[ he relaxes his grinding, easing back into just rubbing against Ren, teasing him with his cock. The pressure of Ren's thighs was great, making him bite his lip; even through the condom it was enough to make a cold sweat break out across his back.

any hole, huh? he's wearing a condom so... this should be fine. normally he's more into anal, but Ren's so nice and wet and ready, he goes ahead and presses the head of his dick into him to see how he reacts. ]

[In truth, so is Ren. He normally prefers to play with his ass the most, but right now, feeling Cain start to press into him the way he is, is more than enough. Crying out and clinging onto him even tighter, Ren bucks his hips to try and take him in even further, his gaze cloudy and blissful as he keeps watching him.

[Ren's walls are so soaked that they yield to him easily, and do not give Ren even the slightest hint of pain. There's no real discomfort even from the stretch.]

O-oh fuuuuck....

[Even this much feels amazing.]

[ when Ren bucks his hips Cain pushes into him even more, this time not not pausing until he's all the way in. changing his grip, he hooks his fingers around Ren's outer thighs and ass, giving a healthy squeeze as he exhales, adjusting to the feeling of him around his cock. the condom dulls some of the sensation but the pressure and heat still really fucking nice. ]

Shit... you feel fucking nice.

[ there's no more waiting; he rocks his hips again, slowly pulling his cock out until it's just the tip again and the pushing back in. between the lube from the condom and how slick Ren is, it's easy. ]

Fuck...

[Ren holds onto him tightly, crying out when Cain presses in to the hilt. Knowing enough about his own body, he tries to wriggle enough so that Cain's dick can firmly rub against his g-spot. His blunt nails slightly dig into Cain's back as he adjusts his grip just the slightest bit.]

G-gods, so... so do you...!

[It's hard to think at the moment, his body acting on autopilot to try and derive the most pleasure that he can. He meets those thrusts of his, no matter how slow they are.]

[ he does the same, meeting where Ren is struggling to reach, picking up the pace and digging nails into Ren's ass as he thrusts in and out of him. listening to where he hits that makes Ren cry out the loudest and feeling what makes him squirm the most.

the nails digging into his back make him groan, the prick making his skin tingle and burn in the best fucking way. Cain isn't even trying to think outside of following that Ren seems to respond to and the ache of his own joints and muscles growing taut. ]

[Ren can't help but be vocal - and each time his dick rubs against his g-spot, or teases him shallowly, that coaxes him ever closer to another orgasm. His legs tremble as he clings onto him, his nails digging in deep enough to leave indents behind.]

F-fuck! Cain... Cain...!!

[Although it doesn't muffle his cries much, Ren leans in closer still in order to try and bite Cain's shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin, but not gently, either. All the while, despite Cain's grip on him, he keeps trying to move his hips in time with his thrusts.]

Hhhaa—... fuck, Ren... !

[ he manages to groan out Ren's name, voice rough from the tug in his abdomen and want. shit!! that feels fucking good, teeth scraping roughly into his shoulder. it spurs him on, jerking his hips and angling himself so that he can hit where Ren had been trying to get him before.

there's a small part of him that wonders how up to a round two Ren would be, but there's the matter of finishing this first. the sweat that's settled across his arms and forehead is cold, crisp, and it feels fucking great. hands slide up to settle on his lower back, so that he can keep Ren more balanced rather than pull him towards him. he's thrusting back so nice, he doesn't need the help. ]

[Though he still bites Cain's shoulder, Ren nearly screams as his g-spot is repeatedly hit. His inner walls flutter and clench around Cain's dick, and Ren's nails leave scratches in their wake as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. He can sense that it's not a small one, either. Not with how his body is trembling and his voice is leaking out so much.

[He continues to ride him as much as he's able, his thighs gripping him even harder as he trembles.]

[ he tenses again when he feels Ren tighten around him, cursing again and again, because fuck it's good. even with the damn condom. he can feel the burn of those scratches and almost wishes Ren would make him bleed; still rocking, driven on by Ren's voice.

he's close to coming, biting down on his lip hard and furrowing his brow. ]

[Ren's honestly surprised that he doesn't need to touch himself directly at this point. As he starts to come, he bites hard enough to break the skin, tasting Cain's blood on his tongue, muffling his scream of bliss in the process. His shaking grip tightens further, scratching him deeply as his hips and legs tremble even as he struggles to keep hold on him. Perhaps unfortunately, due to such stimulation, his orgasm leaves a mess of mostly-clear fluid in its wake between them both. He doesn't stop moving his hips, either, letting out a sob of a sound in his next breath as waves of bliss roll through him.]

Fuck.

[ that's what really ends up pushing him over the edge; the feeling of Ren's teeth making his skin split and bleed, the throbbing pain and sting of a fresh wound and nails scratching him hard enough to probably leave a light scar. he barely even notices how Ren's squirting, coming with his own orgasm and riding Ren through it. thrusting his hips and throwing his head up, hair messy against his forehead and standing up at odd angles.

it's sweeping, the sweet numb and drowsy feeling of climax. fffffuck yeah. he pants, chest heaving with heavy breath and eyelids fluttering. he only stops moving when it seems like they're both finished, but he doesn't pull out right away. just grabs Ren by the scruff of the neck to drag him into a sloppy kiss. ]

[Ren sluggishly licks at the blood blooming across Cain's skin, only to groan and press into the kiss instead, as Cain makes his desires known. His hips still make small, idle thrusts to milk his pleasure just a little longer, all the same, which makes him continue to tremble and whimper from his sensitivity. His tongue lazily curls around Cain's, contented to share the taste of his blood with him. One hand drags away from his back in order to cup the back of Cain's head, fingers threading into his hair in affection.]

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