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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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[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.]

[ the taste of blood is light and lingers on his tongue along with the taste of Ren; from licking his cunt earlier and sucking at his mouth. fingers easing through his hair make him moan in appreciation; he likes the feeling, always has, of his hair being teased like that. and being tangled together like this—he likes that, too.

no rush in ending that kiss, where he tastes and nips lightly with his teeth, slow and searching in his afterglow. when he finally breaks it, it's to give Ren a lazy, affectionate smile. not like the cocky smirks and grins. ]

[Ren doesn't mind the taste of himself, either, having tasted himself before and not finding the taste unpleasant. The end to the kiss feels natural enough, and his eyes flutter open as he feels Cain pull away.

[In reply, though there are no words, Ren smiles back in adoration, only to hesitate, and then snicker.]

Oops, hold still.

[Using the back of his hand to wipe off the bit of blood on his own mouth, he leaned in in order to lick off the rest from Cain's.]

Mm?

[ pffttt, blood's fine. he doesn't seem to mind it at all; maybe because it's not the first time and it sure ain't gonna be the last. besides, it's way better when it involves fucking and not knives and guns. he laughs, licking some himself out of habit and hoisting himself up and off of Ren before shit starts getting too soft and cold. ]

Next time, I wanna fuck your ass.

[ .... is the romantic shit he comes out with while peeling the condom off his dick. pausing, he adds, ]

Or eat it out, I don't care.

[ ah... he's realizing that the blankets are kind of ... wet, now. ]

[Ren's all wobbly from his orgasm, and it's regrettable that Cain pulls out. Even so, he laughs softly in reply, nodding.]

I'd like that. Either way. Why else do you think I grabbed lube?

[Also noticing the mess of the blankets, Ren huffs and grabs some napkins in order to first wipe himself clean.]

Not to suddenly reawaken the mood, but I've taken fingers before, so I have an idea on how to relax and junk.

[He still leaves himself on display while he cleans up, absently licking off a bit of fluid that dripped off and landed on the side of his hand.]

So I look forward to getting fucked. If it's anything like how I'm feeling right now, then damn, I'm sold. I'm completely sold.

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