More than just a job

[shonenjump]

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? Comment with your character, preferences, role (the one with the job or the one who is the job), etc. Reply to others. Thread.

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[rennotrin]

[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.]

[otvali]

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. ]

[rennotrin]

[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.