STRENGTH. (for Dave!)

The feeling of Dave writhing in his lap, struggling, making choking sounds, was too much for him. It was good to know that Dave was getting off to it too, eye glancing down at Dave's obvious hard on. He leaned in and kissed Dave's cheek lightly. "Good night, sweet prince," he murmured into Dave's ear as he applied a bit more pressure onto the sleeper, letting that be the last thing he heard before the hold put him out, his breath tickling the inside of his ear.

He would give it a few more moments, just to make sure, before reaching down and checking Dave's arm, raising it up and letting it fall limply down. Well, that just wouldn't do. Falling asleep while wrestling? He'll have to wake his opponent up.

Hearing those soft words in his ear was too much for him, as his dick twitched and hardened to almost his full length. That's when the pressure picked up suddenly, fully cutting off his air. Dave's eyes slowly closed, his arms falling limp by his side. His head fell against Ronin's chest, a peaceful look on his face. He was out like a light, nothing but a limp rag doll in the arms of his opponent.

Of course, it was the fact that he was like a ragdoll, sleeping in his arms, that made Ronin want to fuck with him more. He grinned a bit at Dave as he finally let go of the sleeper hold, watching him fall on the mattress, fast asleep. He looked at him for a moment, pondering -- before reaching over and picking him up. He got off the bed, forcing Dave into a standing position with him, before locking him into a headlock with that sleeping face crammed into his armpit, and fell backwards onto the mattress in a sort of DDT, keeping him bridged so he could slap at Dave's torso lightly. "Come on, little prince, wake up!"

Released from the hold, Dave fell to the bed, sleeping peacefully next to the older male. His body twitched at random intervals, still trying to catch up after being choked out so effectively.

When Ronin dragged Dave to his feet, the younger male was nothing but dead weight on his feet, needing his opponent to keep him steady less he fall on his face. He had no reaction to the headlock, only his arms dangling limply by his side was any indication to his current state. The following DDT did little to shake him out of his state, with his body collapsed on the smooth sheets.

When Ronin slapped at his torso, Dave groaned lightly, still heavily dazed. He wasn't exactly conscious at this point, outside of the incoherent moans and his still hard member in his shorts.

Dave still wasn't awake, which made Ronin bite his lip lightly. He let go of Dave for the moment, watching him breathing lightly on the bed, still basically asleep. Perhaps he could do something a little more fun for himself. That shaft was still hard in Dave's shorts, which made him think of that match against Haru.

He reached down and picked Dave up, putting him into a nelson hold, right in his lap. He grinned lightly and used one hand to keep him locked in the nelson, while using the other one to slide down Dave's front and over his shorts, groping at his crotch lightly. After a few moments, he slipped it into the other's shorts, giving a small groan as he felt the cock hardened in his grip, rubbing his palm against it.

Dave's body was easy enough for Ronin to maneuver onto his lap, given his weight. His head fell back onto the older male's shoulder, facing Ronin with his deep breaths ghosting over his opponent's skin. The nelson was easy to maintain, seeing as he put up no struggles against the Japanese wrestler. It wasn't until the hand slid into his tight shorts that Dave gave any sort of reaction. A soft moan escaped past his parted lips, with his dick going rigid in seconds. His breathing quickened in pace as Ronin essentially began jerking him off.

"mmmmm" he moaned softly, his face inches from Ronin's.

The soft sounds of Dave moaning was music to Ronin's ears, making him press against Dave and grind against him more, cranking that half-nelson a bit more as he rubbed against Dave's crotch more. His own breath began to quicken in excitement, and he shifted, actually moving to grip Dave's cock and stroke him off. It was past the point of no return on his sexuality, but he was a little too enticed by things to keep himself from doing it. He turned his own head, switching the nelson into a basic headlock to keep him next to his own face -- and pressed against his lips with his own, kissing him deeply.

Dave's eyes opened slightly, feeling waves of pleasure wash over him like gentle waves on the beach. Looking down, he saw the muscled hand under his tight shorts, slowly pumping him.

"Mmmmmmm Ronin.....what are you....oooohhhhh" he sighed , his body relaxing in Ronin's grip, rocking his hips and weakly thrusting into Ronin's hand. Ronin apparently wasn't stopping there, as he turned and deep kissed Dave. The young man weakly moaned like a horny mess, opening his mouth and trying to tongue kiss Ronin for dominance, a battle that was unlikely to fall in his favor.

"Mmmmm.... Don't stop.." he panted, his heart racing. This play wrestling/jerkoof session was better than anything Dave could have imagined. Had Ronin not been sensitive about his sexuality, Dave would have ripped their clothes off before fucking right then and there!

Ronin had been captured by the moment, lost in the excitement of the match and in his own arousal. He kept rubbing himself up against Dave's lower back, trying to keep him in the hold. When he saw Dave's eyes begin to flutter, he stopped for a moment, worried. Shit, he shouldn't have done that, should he? He worried for a second, opening his mouth to apologize, but then Dave spoke for a moment, and he just claimed those lips deeply. He could feel the moan against his mouth, feeling the tongue against his lips. He opened his mouth and let his tongue dance with the other's, hand moving again on his crotch, resuming right where he had left off.

With Dave telling him not to stop, Ronin gave a small growl in response, pumping at his cock harder, breaking the kiss to put him in a tighter headlock. "Say my name. Scream it," he murmured, stopping the jerk off as he started to feel precum. "Beg me to keep going, as much as you can." He was giving Dave a smirk, keeping his hand over Dave's crotch, cranking on that headlock.

It came as no surprise that Ronin was the victor of their little make out, with Dave moaning as the older male's tongue darted into his mouth, exploring his warm cavern. Ronin had froze for a moment, but continued jerking him off when the kissing resumed. Dave gasped for breath, the kiss being broken, and yelped when he found the headlock tighten sharply. He was on the edge of an orgasm now, with precum leaking from his tip, but Ronin had stopped!

Upon hearing his orders, David nodded weakly, "Ronin! Please finish me off! Please, it feels so fucking good!"