....roleplaying....
Title: Play with Me
Pairing: Rain/Joon
Rating: NC-17
For chocomarijuana Um. Hope you like it. ::nervous::
“Hey, sexy. I have an idea for a game we could play.” He slid large, knowing hands up Joon’s sides, wrapping long arms around his chest and pressing into his back.
“Not the one where I’m the good little housewife cooking supper in nothing but an apron and you are the oversexed businessman husband who has had a rough day at the office?” Fingers twisted his nipples lightly through his t-shirt in silent admonition.
“No, this is a new game.” Hot breath ghosted over his neck as soft lips traced the skin beneath his ear.
“Brand new? Not the one where I’m a nurse who keeps making mistakes and needs to be reprimanded, naked, by the attending physician?”
Teeth nipped his neck and the chest pressed to Joon’s back shook with repressed laughter. “No, no. Not that one either. God, I thought I’d never hear the end of that one.”
“Well, that nurse’s uniform is from the 1950s and the waistband to the skirt chafed. I was raw for days.” Joon groused but still moaned lightly as those hands moved under his shirt to caress his now-smooth waist.
“Baby, it was more than your waist that was chafed after that afternoon.” Hips ground against his ass as a reminder.
“I didn’t mind that rawness.” He pressed back and enjoyed the feel of hard cock pressing into him.
“This game, before you sidetrack me completely, is you are the damsel in distress and I am the badass ninja who saves you.
“Why am I always the woman?” Joon groaned sadly.
“Because you are so damn pretty. And the skirts give me easier access to your tight ass.”
“Ha. That nurse’s uniform was not easy access. You ripped it nearly in half.” Joon turned to face the other man.
“Yea, I did, didn’t I?” He looked horribly smug.
Joon stared up into Rain’s face and thought of a million different protests. He even opened his mouth to voice one of the million before closing it and sighing. Rain’s grin was smug but his eyes were hopeful and a little pleading. Sucker that he knew he was for his lover, Joon sighed again. “Fine. What do I have to wear this time?”
Rain squeezed him tight with a joyful laugh and said, “Wait here.”
Left standing in the living room, aroused and more than a little wary, Joon slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He noted Rain was already in costume except for the mask. It surprised him it had taken this long for this particular role play to happen. Rain fairly bounced back into the room with a bag in hand. The bag was barely bigger than the average takeaway bag.
Taking the proffered bag, he glanced inside and winced a little. “You want me to wear this?”
“Yea.”
“So I’m the damsel you save and I repay you with lots of kinky sex.”
“Basically.” Rain seemed pleased with the prospect.
“Why would I wear this if I am in distress?”
With an exasperated growl, he said, “Because you were wearing that to bed when you were taken hostage by the big bad bad guys. They didn’t care to give you more clothes. And me, the gallant and heroic ninja, will care to give you even less clothes.”
Joon wondered if a person could pass out from sighing but nodded. “Fine. I’ll change.”
“Stay in the bedroom. Once you’ve changed, lay on the bed and call for help.” Rain pulled on the ninja mask. Joon didn’t even bother to sigh before walking into the bedroom and shutting the door.
Once changed, he sprawled on the bed and cried in his best damsel-in-distress voice. “Help. Help. I wish some big sexy ninja would save me from the bad men.” He rolled his eyes at his own lameness. The indignities he suffered for lust.
Silent and swift, having lost none of his training from the movie, Rain entered the room, battled at least five invisible foes, and stood triumphantly looking down at Joon. His dark eyes glittered with barely leashed lust as he surveyed the “damsel” stretched out before him. Doing his best to look sexy yet nervous, Joon just felt silly laying there in a nearly see-through camisole and thong. Neither of were meant for a muscular man and were highly uncomfortable.
Especially the string in his butt crack. Girls must have the tolerance of saints to be able to put up with flossing their butts, he thought.
As Rain stripped off the ninja costume, Joon decided his naked and aroused body was worth the discomfort. Especially when he left the mask on like he was really some heroic but horny stranger. Joon shivered as those long fingers traced the v-neck of the camisole and tugged one strap down just enough to expose a nipple. He arched into the caressing and pinching fingers, moaning softly as his nipple was rolled and tugged. Rain’s fingers moved to the other strap, lowered it and tortured the other nipple until Joon was gasping with his chest thrust into the touch.
Rain knelt over him and grasped the barely-there shirt in both hands. He used to pull Joon into an almost seated position before ripping it in half. Joon whimpered and pretended to struggle, to want to cover himself with both hands as if logic were reasserting itself. The ninja refused let him go or cover himself, grabbing his wrist and pinning them above his head with one hand. His free hand drifted across Joon’s cheekbones, his lips, and trailed down his neck and chest to pause deliberately on his belly button. The fingers circled and dipped and circled again until Joon panted out a soft “more”.
The ninja chuckled softly and moved his touch over hipbones and muscular thighs. The palm of his hand almost brushed Joon’s trapped erection and he groaned in protest. Touch me, the groan said and fingers trailed back to his crotch. His balls were cupped through filmy material by a hot palm. He thrust into the touch, wanting more. One part of his mind knew this was Rain and he was safe. Another part of his mind, captured by the illusion of a still-masked ninja trembled with equal parts lust and fear. A stranger was touching him. A violent and dangerous stranger who he wouldn’t be able to identify later was pulling the thong tight up into butt crack but releasing his erection from the confines.
In the dual mental state, Joon whimpered and murmured “no, we shouldn’t do this.” The figure above him growled and said “yes we should” before palming Joon’s cock and stroking it base to tip and back again. A fingertip drew patterns around the sensitive head before dipping lightly into the slit. Joon arched and keened. Reality and fantasy began to blur, to fade as pure hungry lust took over. Ninja Rain continued to stroke his cock and tease the head with the slightest amounts of pain until Joon begged for more, for relief.
Releasing Joon’s hands, Rain lifted his legs, bending them, exposing his ass and tearing the thong with a quick tug. A long finger circled the pucker before penetrating to the second knuckle. He cried out at the pleasure and tried to ride that finger but it vanished. He cried out again but in protest, then nearly screamed when he felt Rain’s only lightly lubed cock begin to enter him. The pressure and the pleasure and the pain swirled up his body and thrashed through him. He wiggled, tried to adjust, and slid further onto Rain’s erection.
Fully seated in Joon’s body, Rain began an inexorable pace in and out, holding Joon’s hips still with both hands. He begged, panted, cried, keened, whimpered and pleaded. The litany consisted of faster, harder, fuck me, faster, harder, pleasepleaseplease. Finally after an eternity of a keep-him-on-the-very-brink pace, Rain began to pound into him harder and faster, hands bruising the backs of Joon’s thighs as he rode hard into the younger man’s ass.
Joon thrashed and arched his back before grabbing his cock to jerk off in time with the frantic pace set by masked Rain. The moans finally escaping Rain’s control sent Joon over the edge and he came all over his abs. As he vibrated and trembled, he tightened and milked Rain’s orgasm from him almost painfully. The bruising hands went lax and Rain fell to the side, pulling the mask off as he went. Straightening his legs, Joon groaned, knowing he’d be sore tomorrow.
Nights like this never ended with just one round.
Discarding the torn lingerie, Joon used the fake ninja mask to wipe the cum off his belly. “I should let masked strangers do me more often.”
“You should wear lingerie more often.”
Joon tossed the mask to the floor and leaned up over Rain’s relaxed body. “If you like women’s clothes so much, you should fuck a woman.”
Rain opened his eyes, barely a slit but there was humor glinting in them. “I like you in women’s clothes. I like you in men’s clothes.” Running a lazy hand down Joon’s back, he smiled. “I especially like you in no clothes.
Pairing: Rain/Joon
Rating: NC-17
For chocomarijuana Um. Hope you like it. ::nervous::
“Hey, sexy. I have an idea for a game we could play.” He slid large, knowing hands up Joon’s sides, wrapping long arms around his chest and pressing into his back.
“Not the one where I’m the good little housewife cooking supper in nothing but an apron and you are the oversexed businessman husband who has had a rough day at the office?” Fingers twisted his nipples lightly through his t-shirt in silent admonition.
“No, this is a new game.” Hot breath ghosted over his neck as soft lips traced the skin beneath his ear.
“Brand new? Not the one where I’m a nurse who keeps making mistakes and needs to be reprimanded, naked, by the attending physician?”
Teeth nipped his neck and the chest pressed to Joon’s back shook with repressed laughter. “No, no. Not that one either. God, I thought I’d never hear the end of that one.”
“Well, that nurse’s uniform is from the 1950s and the waistband to the skirt chafed. I was raw for days.” Joon groused but still moaned lightly as those hands moved under his shirt to caress his now-smooth waist.
“Baby, it was more than your waist that was chafed after that afternoon.” Hips ground against his ass as a reminder.
“I didn’t mind that rawness.” He pressed back and enjoyed the feel of hard cock pressing into him.
“This game, before you sidetrack me completely, is you are the damsel in distress and I am the badass ninja who saves you.
“Why am I always the woman?” Joon groaned sadly.
“Because you are so damn pretty. And the skirts give me easier access to your tight ass.”
“Ha. That nurse’s uniform was not easy access. You ripped it nearly in half.” Joon turned to face the other man.
“Yea, I did, didn’t I?” He looked horribly smug.
Joon stared up into Rain’s face and thought of a million different protests. He even opened his mouth to voice one of the million before closing it and sighing. Rain’s grin was smug but his eyes were hopeful and a little pleading. Sucker that he knew he was for his lover, Joon sighed again. “Fine. What do I have to wear this time?”
Rain squeezed him tight with a joyful laugh and said, “Wait here.”
Left standing in the living room, aroused and more than a little wary, Joon slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He noted Rain was already in costume except for the mask. It surprised him it had taken this long for this particular role play to happen. Rain fairly bounced back into the room with a bag in hand. The bag was barely bigger than the average takeaway bag.
Taking the proffered bag, he glanced inside and winced a little. “You want me to wear this?”
“Yea.”
“So I’m the damsel you save and I repay you with lots of kinky sex.”
“Basically.” Rain seemed pleased with the prospect.
“Why would I wear this if I am in distress?”
With an exasperated growl, he said, “Because you were wearing that to bed when you were taken hostage by the big bad bad guys. They didn’t care to give you more clothes. And me, the gallant and heroic ninja, will care to give you even less clothes.”
Joon wondered if a person could pass out from sighing but nodded. “Fine. I’ll change.”
“Stay in the bedroom. Once you’ve changed, lay on the bed and call for help.” Rain pulled on the ninja mask. Joon didn’t even bother to sigh before walking into the bedroom and shutting the door.
Once changed, he sprawled on the bed and cried in his best damsel-in-distress voice. “Help. Help. I wish some big sexy ninja would save me from the bad men.” He rolled his eyes at his own lameness. The indignities he suffered for lust.
Silent and swift, having lost none of his training from the movie, Rain entered the room, battled at least five invisible foes, and stood triumphantly looking down at Joon. His dark eyes glittered with barely leashed lust as he surveyed the “damsel” stretched out before him. Doing his best to look sexy yet nervous, Joon just felt silly laying there in a nearly see-through camisole and thong. Neither of were meant for a muscular man and were highly uncomfortable.
Especially the string in his butt crack. Girls must have the tolerance of saints to be able to put up with flossing their butts, he thought.
As Rain stripped off the ninja costume, Joon decided his naked and aroused body was worth the discomfort. Especially when he left the mask on like he was really some heroic but horny stranger. Joon shivered as those long fingers traced the v-neck of the camisole and tugged one strap down just enough to expose a nipple. He arched into the caressing and pinching fingers, moaning softly as his nipple was rolled and tugged. Rain’s fingers moved to the other strap, lowered it and tortured the other nipple until Joon was gasping with his chest thrust into the touch.
Rain knelt over him and grasped the barely-there shirt in both hands. He used to pull Joon into an almost seated position before ripping it in half. Joon whimpered and pretended to struggle, to want to cover himself with both hands as if logic were reasserting itself. The ninja refused let him go or cover himself, grabbing his wrist and pinning them above his head with one hand. His free hand drifted across Joon’s cheekbones, his lips, and trailed down his neck and chest to pause deliberately on his belly button. The fingers circled and dipped and circled again until Joon panted out a soft “more”.
The ninja chuckled softly and moved his touch over hipbones and muscular thighs. The palm of his hand almost brushed Joon’s trapped erection and he groaned in protest. Touch me, the groan said and fingers trailed back to his crotch. His balls were cupped through filmy material by a hot palm. He thrust into the touch, wanting more. One part of his mind knew this was Rain and he was safe. Another part of his mind, captured by the illusion of a still-masked ninja trembled with equal parts lust and fear. A stranger was touching him. A violent and dangerous stranger who he wouldn’t be able to identify later was pulling the thong tight up into butt crack but releasing his erection from the confines.
In the dual mental state, Joon whimpered and murmured “no, we shouldn’t do this.” The figure above him growled and said “yes we should” before palming Joon’s cock and stroking it base to tip and back again. A fingertip drew patterns around the sensitive head before dipping lightly into the slit. Joon arched and keened. Reality and fantasy began to blur, to fade as pure hungry lust took over. Ninja Rain continued to stroke his cock and tease the head with the slightest amounts of pain until Joon begged for more, for relief.
Releasing Joon’s hands, Rain lifted his legs, bending them, exposing his ass and tearing the thong with a quick tug. A long finger circled the pucker before penetrating to the second knuckle. He cried out at the pleasure and tried to ride that finger but it vanished. He cried out again but in protest, then nearly screamed when he felt Rain’s only lightly lubed cock begin to enter him. The pressure and the pleasure and the pain swirled up his body and thrashed through him. He wiggled, tried to adjust, and slid further onto Rain’s erection.
Fully seated in Joon’s body, Rain began an inexorable pace in and out, holding Joon’s hips still with both hands. He begged, panted, cried, keened, whimpered and pleaded. The litany consisted of faster, harder, fuck me, faster, harder, pleasepleaseplease. Finally after an eternity of a keep-him-on-the-very-brink pace, Rain began to pound into him harder and faster, hands bruising the backs of Joon’s thighs as he rode hard into the younger man’s ass.
Joon thrashed and arched his back before grabbing his cock to jerk off in time with the frantic pace set by masked Rain. The moans finally escaping Rain’s control sent Joon over the edge and he came all over his abs. As he vibrated and trembled, he tightened and milked Rain’s orgasm from him almost painfully. The bruising hands went lax and Rain fell to the side, pulling the mask off as he went. Straightening his legs, Joon groaned, knowing he’d be sore tomorrow.
Nights like this never ended with just one round.
Discarding the torn lingerie, Joon used the fake ninja mask to wipe the cum off his belly. “I should let masked strangers do me more often.”
“You should wear lingerie more often.”
Joon tossed the mask to the floor and leaned up over Rain’s relaxed body. “If you like women’s clothes so much, you should fuck a woman.”
Rain opened his eyes, barely a slit but there was humor glinting in them. “I like you in women’s clothes. I like you in men’s clothes.” Running a lazy hand down Joon’s back, he smiled. “I especially like you in no clothes.