Paybacks a Bitch, and So Are You

Haru's attempts to force Ronin under again were not nearly as successful as he hoped. Ronin came in under his guard and pushed Haru back, but not before he could get his legs around him! Ronin began roughly shoving him back unopposed, right into the pool wall. He pinned the dark skinned man's arms down and got flush against him, getting right in his face to deliver a counter-proposal. At this point Haru was more straddling Ronin than trying to bodyscissors him, but not for lack of effort.

Haru's brain considered the idea for exactly 0.2 milliseconds before rejecting it unanimously. Put out just to get his coat back? What was he, some kind of cheap $2 whore? The accusation that he wanted to have sex again was not much of an accusation at all, Haru felt like he had made that much clear when he started making out with him the first time.

"How about.....I make you my bitch?" Haru growled as he leaned forward to nip and bite at Ronin's neck again. His biceps bulged as he fought to free his arms, straining against Ronin's control. They were both panting and breathing heavily with exertion, the water made everything require more stamina. Ronin's legs were exhausted, Haru's arms burned with fatigue, but neither man seemed ready to give up. Well maybe Ronin did, Haru saw his offer as a sign that he was tiring him out.

The straddle was enough to make Ronin want to quit and let Haru do whatever he wanted. Sure, it might be interesting to see how Haru fucked, make a ton of quips through the way until Haru began to choke him -- but if he wanted that, he could also just ask for another wrestling match. The fact that Haru didn't accept the proposal didn't phase him; if he had, Ronin might have lost a bit of what attracted him to Haru.

He grinned at Haru's counter-proposal, making his own arms flare up in order to keep him pinned down to the wall. Luckily, due to the fact that it was Haru's day for arms, he did have a bit more power in his upper body than his opponent -- but then Haru attacked his neck again. Haru probably already figured out that his neck was his weak spot, which was why he was going for it; he let out a sharp moan and loosened his grip.

But he wasn't done. He kept his body pinned against Haru's, reaching up to grab for his hair and yank it back, away from his neck -- so he could kiss him again. This time, it was a bit more needily, hungrily; as if he found the perfect taste and he didn't want to let it go.

The loud moan that Ronin let out was unlike anything he'd heard the man make, cluing Haru in that he'd found quite the lucrative goldmine. Add that to the fact that his head was yanked away and occupied by Ronin's mouth meant it was also a large vulnerability. He grinned into the clumsy, fevered kiss that Ronin planted on him, matching his speed movement for movement.

"How do you want it? Missionary.....doggy....reverse cowgirl?" Haru teased between kisses, trailing his free arm up Ronin's back and resting it over his shoulder. He made sure to support the back of Ronin's neck and force him to kiss harder, so that he'd be unassuming when he forced his tongue into the other man's mouth.

Still not quite satisfied, Haru took things one step further when he used his legs to repeatedly pull Ronin's ass in, so that their crotches would grind together beneath the water. God was enjoying having this man so tight up against him. He wasn't sure how he had gotten this kind of good karma, but he wasn't gonna waste it!

Once the moan came from his mouth, a piece of Ronin knew the teasing would follow. Part of the reason he moved to cover Haru's mouth with his own was because he hoped it would keep him from either continuing to tease him or even from going at his neck, as much as he wanted Haru to. Of course, the grin that was on Haru's lips were enough to know that neither of those wishes were going to come true.

"Nn…shut up…" he replied, though he wasn't making a comment about how it wasn't going to happen, or how he better believe that it would be him on top. No, he had accepted his fate at this point, and was just trying to enjoy the moment. He pressed into the kiss harder as that hand trailed up his back and rested at his neck, opening his mouth at the tongue that forced it's way in -- not that he was really fighting it.

As his ass was pulled in, he ground his crotch against Haru's, finally letting go of his other wrist. He let his hand roam down Haru's back slowly, feeling along those taut muscles before he slipped it into his pants. He cupped down and squeezed Haru's ass, using that hand to push him up a bit.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be fucked this time.

Haru's other hand was released and the game was once again afoot for him. Despite being the one pinned down, Ronin was playing into his hand with every step, becoming more and more distracted by hormones. Hormones indeed that made Ronin slip a hand into Haru's shorts and start to grope his ass more directly. Haru hummed in approval through the kiss, digging his nails into Ronin's back and creating long red streaks. However, he was no longer satisfied being this passive towards Ronin.

Haru hopped up to sit on the lip of the pool, gently guiding Ronin forward by the chin so that he could still kiss him. Once he was nice and close, Haru's legs sprung from the water and latched on, locking his head between powerful thighs. When Ronin reacted naturally and tried to pry them apart, Haru would grab those wrists and hold them out to the sides.

"You might as well just tap now, because you're gonna be out in like thirty seconds" Haru grinned and blew Ronin a mock kiss. He wasn't exactly exaggerating about his threat either, those thighs could easily crush a watermelon, and it wasn't like you could exactly train the neck like you could a bicep.

Haru knew how Ronin would react when it came to the sex -- much like a horny teenager, he would get swept up in the hormones of it all and forget what they came here for. He played into Haru's trap as if he were a virgin in the throes of passion for the very first time -- which, to be fair, wasn't too far from the truth. He hissed softly at the nails digging into his back, biting at Haru's lower lip and trying to cut it lightly.

When Haru hopped up on the lip of the pool, Ronin even helped him, humiliating as it was later. He slipped that hand out of his pants and moved to help scoop him up a bit to get there. Haru proceeded to guide him in for another kiss, which Ronin, once again, fell for -- and Haru clamped those legs around his neck, grabbing his hands as they came up and held them out to the sides.

Fuck.

He lost. Fair and square. Kinda. As much as one can be fair in an unofficial, no rules, pool wrestling match. He grunted in anger, trying to move his arms in order to tap -- and still, Haru wouldn't budge. He growled softly, but he could feel his lungs starting to burn from the lack of oxygen. "Fine, princess. You win. I quit."

"Hmm, what was that? I'm sorry, you're gonna have to speak up, it's loud in here" Haru grinned as he squeezed his thighs tighter. He knew he had Ronin beat, and Ronin knew he was beaten, he just wanted to hear him admit it one more time. Once he gave in and admitted it once more, Haru would release the pressure and Ronin's hands, but keep him trapped in a playful version of the headscissors.

"And that's King to you, just so you know." he said as he released Ronin's arms. He grabbed a fist of wet hair and pulled Ronin's face towards his crotch, rubbing the outline of his cock against the man's face. "You gonna service your King?" Haru asked in a haughty tone. He didn't wait for Ronin to respond, he was already lifting his bum up so he could slide his wet shorts down. Haru's thick cock flopped free and stood up immediately, waving back and forth just centimeters from Ronin's face.

Once again, it was something Ronin should have known Haru would do -- make him quit again, just louder. He grumbled a few choice words under his breath about Haru, before wincing at the tightening of the headscissors. "I quit!" he responded, giving a small huff as the pressure was loosened. "You're a real dick, you know that." Stated as fact, not even as a question. He moved a bit closer, his hands reaching up to rest on Haru's thick, toned legs. He didn't even seem to mind being in the headscissor; he probably would have been fine to stay there all day.

"King? No, not even at all. You'll always be my little princess. My little Haru-hime." Sure, he'd just lost, but eh, he got sex out of it, so was it really much of a loss? As Haru asked if he would "service his king", he grimaced a bit -- if only just for appearances. He watched as those wet shorts were tugged down a bit, tucking them under his chin and around his throat. "I'm not servicing my 'king', I'm servicing my little princess and his littler princess!" Nice one, Ronin.

But he did it. He crossed the rest of the gap before Haru could come up with a response and took that thick cock into his mouth, starting to run his mouth up and down the shaft, using his tongue to lavish it and provide a bit of extra stimulus to the head. His hands would massage lightly along Haru's thick thighs, stroking along them gently, running his fingers through the contours of his muscles.

Haru narrowed his eyes as Ronin as he refused to call him King, but insisted on continuing on with his princess shtick. He'd have to rectify that little anomaly latter, but Ronin was still listening to him. He slapped Ronin's face with his cock, trailing it back and forth over Ronin's waiting lips but not letting him take it in.

"King" Haru repeated as he gripped Ronin's hair, and then docked himself inside. The other wrestler took over from there, running his mouth up and down, lathering it with a thick amount of spit as he worked at it. Haru tilted his head back with a throaty moan as Ronin caressed his thighs and traced the contours of his muscle.

"Shittttt, you do this for a living?" Haru groaned as he ran his fingers through Ronin's soft, wet hair. He propped himself back on his other elbow for support, and tilted his head back down to watch Ronin work. The sight of that powerful man, clenched between his thighs and working his pole, it was almost enough to make him shoot right then and there!

Ronin grunted as he was slapped in the face with Haru's cock -- why did everyone do that to him? Was his face particularly slappable? He could feel it along his lips, giving a small grunt -- and rolling his eyes at the "King" comment. Had his mouth not been preoccupied, he would have made a comment. For now, he satisfied himself with nipping lightly at Haru's head, a nice jolt of pain in the middle of the pleasure.

As he was asked if he did it for a living, he gave a small snort. The truth was, this was his second time ever handling a dick other than his own, so it was probably a bit of beginner's luck. He ran himself up and down Haru's pole a bit more, before pulling up -- and he began to suck lightly at the tip of Haru's cock, before going back down.

He vaguely remembered a tip online he read over the last few days when he was scrolling the internet; what better time to try it? He closed his left hand over the thumb of that finger -- and pushed himself completely onto Haru's cock, beginning to deep throat him. Probably not doing the best job of proving that he didn't actually do this for a living.