Midnight Rematch! Ronin vs Haru Fujiwara, the Ambush Match

If there was one thing Ronin was good at, it was choking. A kink he didn't even know he had until coming to this federation and facing against Haru that first time. So getting to use it on Haru while fucking him -- well, that was just perfect. He was admittedly a bit surprised when Haru actually kissed him back with vigor, though it seemed to be angry more than anything; though, then again, his own seemed to be pretty angry too.

The grunt helped to solidify Ronin's hold on his throat as he plowed into Haru, finally getting a fast rhythm. When Haru leaned forward, so did Ronin, mashing his lips against his "opponent's" with a soft growl. He'd won, and this was his prize. He would have to ask for stakes more often now. He could feel the man's cock twitching beneath his muscled abdomen, but he didn't touch it; no, he let it be for now, keeping that grip on Haru's throat tight.

It was clear that a piece of him actually wanted the kiss, and not just the piece of him that was trying to fuck Haru and annoy him. No, a piece of him actually wanted to make out with Haru, to feel those muscles beneath him.

Shit, he thought. I think I actually like this douchebag.

Haru's grunts as Ronin rammed into him roughly were quickly replaced by moans of lust as his body succumbed yet again to the man's ministrations. Being able to let out his frustrations about having been milked on camera and put out like some weak pussy was a great relief, and the greatest of reliefs was soon approaching. Had he full control of his body, he'd likely be digging his fingers in long arcs across Ronin's back, perhaps even hard enough to draw blood.

Their bodies were practically dripping at this point with sweat from the midnight activities, causing their chests to glide against each other. Haru's dick rode the ridges between Ronin's abs, up and down, up and down in unison with each thrust. Haru shut his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he allowed himself to fully get into the scenario. And had his throat not been closed off, he might even have offered a rare compliment to the man fucking his brains out.

"Fasterrrr.....dontstop" Haru managed a hoarse whisper despite the clenching of his throat.

In this moment, the two of them actually got along. Who would have thought? And damn if it wasn't good sex. Ronin felt satisfied as those discordant grunts turned into melodious moans coming from his throat. He tightened his grip on Haru's throat once more when Haru managed a hoarse whisper, giving a faint chuckle. But he consented, speeding up his thrusts more.

He gave a small growl and claimed Haru's lips once more in a passionate lip-lock, biting down on his lower lip for a few moments before working his tongue into Haru's mouth, this time not using it to choke him (mainly because he already was choking him) -- just using it to twine his tongue around.

Already, he was beginning to release pre-cum into Haru. He growled softly as he picked up the pace, trying to get Haru to climax before him.

The increased fury and passion that Ronin seemed to bring on only further enhanced the ecstasy that Haru was currently being assaulted with. The bite to his lower lip earned a fresh gasp even though he had barely any air to work with, and he enjoyed the fact that Ronin used it to get his tongue inside his mouth. Their tongues began to dance and battle, but Haru's body was already sending up the white flag.

With a loud grunt he began to cum once more, spilling new sticky seed that quickly spread across both men's chests. Judging from the way Ronin seemed to be tightening up his arms, his legs, his stance, the man was not far behind him.

Thankfully, Haru climaxed first; Ronin didn't even want to know how badly Haru would tease him if he didn't manage to hold out. But it was done, and as soon as Haru finished, Ronin followed suit. He gasped and thrust himself inside of Haru deep, filling him up completely.

With a soft breath of relief, he pulled himself out of Haru, giving him a tired grin -- before leaning in and claiming those lips roughly, passionately one more time, with a nice bite to finish it off as he pulled away, finally letting go of the blue-haired man's throat.

The truth was, that was amazing. One of the best lays he's ever had. Not that he really had many, if any, really, but it was still amazing. He sat back on the bed for a moment, keeping that grin plastered on his face. "Glad you enjoyed yourself, Haru-hime," he remarked, somehow making an even cuter name for him.

Haru's throat stung when he gulped down the loads of fresh air, but damn if he wasn't feeling incredible amount of bliss. Ronin gave him one more rough kiss and a bite, drawing a small amount of blood from those dark puffed lips. Ronin pulled out with a sticky, wet pop as he sat back, panting and looking entirely fucked out. Even with his dark skin you could roughly make out a bruise where Ronin's hand had been.

With a contented sigh Haru relaxed back against the headboard and disheveled pillows, propping one knee up as he rode the aftermath to completion. Ronin's new nickname earned him a middle finger and a loud 'fuck you', but Haru couldn't bear to look at that stupid smug self-satisfaction on his face.

"Yer not a bad fuck, needs work though. Untie my hands already, my arms are tired" Haru complained as he looked at Ronin expectantly.

To be honest, his plan was to leave Haru tied up for a while; but after fucking him like that, he really forgot all about that. He reached over and untied Haru, sitting up from the bed and grabbing those shorts in order to tug them on. The half compliment didn't go unnoticed; the grin was replaced by a small smile, before he turned away and it was gone.

He stretched out for a moment, before going back into Haru's closet. "Hope you don't mind, I'm gonna take a little something to remember this by." And out he came, wearing that damn giant fur coat, stretching his arms out. "Mmm, and it's comfy too."

Haru massaged sore wrists when he was finally freed from his restraints. There was an undeniable relief in that he was technically already home, no need to stave off exhaustion to get anywhere. He rested his hands behind his head and yawned, closing his eyes as he rested.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever" Haru groaned as he rested sore muscles. He figured that Ronin was talking about the pajama pants, he had a million of those, so why lose sleep over one pair? Yeah, sleep, sleep sounded good, especially considering that the sun was about to rise in a few short hours. "The bill's already in the mail for damaged property, try not let the door knock ya on yer ass on the way out"

Ronin was lucky, Haru barely paid any attention to him taking that coat out. Good, he wasn't going to give it back. He chuckled as he groaned, shaking his head once more. "Go ahead and keep the uh. Dance belt over there. My gift for you." Nice, a pair of stinky, ugly underwear for a fur coat? Could have had a worse deal.

He walked out the bedroom door, snickering softly at the damaged property he left in his wake. With a quick swoop, he knocked the last lamp off a table as he walked out the door. There was no way he was paying for any of that, AFW could handle it. Or Haru, depending on the contract he signed.

WINNER: RONIN