Paybacks a Bitch, and So Are You

Ronin continued to slobber up and down on Haru's cock, doing a lot better of a job than Haru would have expected from someone who didn't have much experience. Perhaps he was just a natural blowjobber, some people were just born for certain things, ya know? And that little trick where he sucked only on the head? If AFW didn't work out, Ronin ought to go star in porn.

"Holyshit" Haru mouthed breathlessly as Ronin swam up and devoured his cock whole, enveloping his entire length in hot, moist pleasure. Haru threw his head back dramatically with a loud moan, and he had a hard time keeping his hips to stay still and not impale the back of Ronin's throat for more.

When Ronin brought him to the point of climax, Haru pulled Ronin's head back just in time to spew hot seed across the man's lips and face, covering him in a blanket of DNA. "Unfff, now that's hot" Haru grinned as he clapped the side of Ronin's face patronizingly. He unclenched his thighs to release his captive and sat back on his haunches. Technically he hadn't fucked Ronin yet, and he had a few ideas about that, but he wanted to see the man's reaction.

It was true, Ronin did have a bit of a natural affinity towards blowjobs, but if Haru actually began calling him a blowjobber, he was going to crack his skull open on the nearest hard surface. For now, Haru was safe at least. He just smirked lightly as he watched Haru's reaction to the deep throating, pleased he was actually doing a good job at that.

He was steeling himself for Haru climaxing in his mouth -- when he pulled out. He looked up at him in surprise, but then Haru climaxed all over his face. Covered in the tanned man's white seed, Ronin had the urge to yank him back into the pool and make him pay for it. But instead, he grabbed for Haru's pants as he was pulling away, yanking them off -- and wiping his face off with the outside, tossing it back to him.

"You left something!" Ronin remarked as he tossed it back to Haru, shaking his head. He pulled himself up onto the lip of the pool, standing slowly, a bit shakily; his legs weren't quite ready for that workout so soon after a whole day of leg workouts. He stood there with his hands on his hips, drenched shorts still clinging to his own tree-trunk legs. "Now what, princess? Where are you gonna take me?" He knew he hadn't been fucked yet, so he was waiting for Haru to lead the way.

Haru laughed as the best Ronin could do to get back at him was wipe his face with the discarded shorts. They were going in the washing machine whenever he got home anyway, what did it matter? He rolled his eyes at the princess comment but got to his feet and collected the discarded clothing. He stepped forward and pressed his chest against Ronin's leaning his face in close enough for him to feel his breath. His hand slid down Ronin's abdomen, briefly rubbing across the ridges of his abs, before he dipped into those sagging shorts. But rather than kiss or fondle him, he just grabbed hold of the front of his waistband.

"I'm getting cold, and you're going to warm your King up" Haru declared with a smirk as he stepped back and led Ronin by the shorts back to the showers. His wet shoes made loud squishing noises and he could feel his socks awkwardly rubbing against them. Once back in the locker room he kicked his shoes off and dropped his shorts in a pile to clean up later.

Without waiting for Ronin, he padded over to to the showers and turned on the hot spray, letting out a relieved groan as hot water poured over sore and aching muscles. He tilted his head back and swiped the hair from his face, damn that felt good.

It wasn't much, but it was good enough for him; assuming that Haru didn't have an extra pair in his locker, he would be forced to wear them home. It was the best thing he could think of, he would have been embarrassed by that! He chuckled at the eye roll, turning to the side for a moment -- and making a surprised sound as he was turned around and pulled in close, feeling their breath mingle, Haru's hand trailing down low, lower…

And grabbing his pants. He blinked as he was led by his shorts, slightly amused by the image and also a bit aroused by Haru's form of dominance. He followed him, his own shoes mimicking the sound as well, which made him grimace a bit.

When they got into the locker room, he kicked his own shoes off, tugging his pants down and revealing his cock, hard as diamond. He walked over to the showers and to Haru's side after a moment, reaching over and moving to turn Haru around so he could pin him to the wall under the coursing water, though his hands moved instead for Haru's hips to pull himself closer. "All right, princess. You gonna tell me to wash you off before you take your reward?"

Haru was tugged away from the direct spray as Ronin whipped him around, caught between the cool tile on his back and Ronin's heated flesh at his front. The man grabbed at his hips and forced them together, and once again he was presented with Ronin's hard cock pressed up against his abdomen. "You would dare to order your King?" Haru joked as he rested his arms behind Ronin's neck, craning him forward so they could press their lips together.

He hadn't quite decided how he wanted to take Ronin yet, the warm water felt so nice and it was amusing to let the man think he was dominating and in control, and then snatch it away from him time and time again. A hand snaked down to give Ronin a few tugs before it slipped behind him, sneaking between his cheeks and teasing his index finger around his entrance.

"Tell me how much you want me to fuck you" Haru growled as he inserted his finger.

To be honest, Ronin knew he wasn't the one in control; he was the loser, and he knew that Haru could turn things around in a second if he really wanted. But if he was being honest, the one thing he liked as much as being the dominant party -- was having it ripped away from him at the last moment. Something about the inherent, overarching power that had never been threatened by the other person's dominance really…stuck with him. And besides, it was clear from the end of their wrestling match that when it came to sex, it would be…hard for Ronin to completely dominate, but god knows he would try his damnedest.

He pressed his lips against Haru's as he was pulled in, pressing him against the wall, arms still wrapped around his waist for the moment. He groaned for a moment against Haru's lips as the hand tugged at him a couple of times, though that was nothing compared to the grunt he gave as the finger teased his entrance -- and that was nothing compared to the moan he gave as the finger slipped inside of him.

"Sh-shit, Haru…" he uttered, pressing against him a bit more. "I-I want you so bad."

Haru hummed in approval as Ronin squeezed into him, quite unhinged by the finger Haru was swirling around. The noise he made was unlike anything he'd heard the man make before, and he half-wondered whether Ronin had ever bottomed in the first place. While Ronin was busy melting for him, Haru switched their positions and inserted a second finger, scissoring them apart and making sure that he was nice and stretched out.

Haru took Ronin's other hand and raised it above his head, leading him to take hold of the shower head. He'd need that for additional support. Once he was ready, Haru reached under Ronin's thighs and lifted him up against the wall with a grunt, pinning him there with his body while he positioned himself at the man's entrance. Haru's tongue darted out of his mouth and traced across Ronin's lips to tease him.

He wiggled his way inside and slid to full length, waiting a few moments for Ronin to adjust to his size and girth. It could be a lot to take in if it was your first time, not to mention the position was hardly ideal, but since when did Haru ever make anything easy. After getting a sense that he had acclimated enough, Haru started up a reasonably paced rhythm, grunting as he pounded that shapely ass.

Haru should have known that he had never bottomed from their first interaction; considering how strongly he reacted to Haru's touch in that first match, how he was easy to manipulate and take advantage of. Ronin bit his lower lip and closed his eyes tight when the second finger slipped into him, eliciting another moan at the scissoring. His hole was tight, not very malleable; it took a bit to get it open enough to even consider putting Haru's shaft in. Distracted as he was by the movements, he barely noticed how Haru had switched their positions, getting Ronin against the wall.

He grabbed onto the shower head as he was led, grunting as well as he was picked up. He wrapped those legs around Haru, as if trying to keep him close -- as if worried he might turn out to play a game and just leave him there. But then he felt Haru's head pointing at his entrance, and that blue-haired head dipped in and his tongue traced across his lips, and he knew that it was no game. It was going to happen.

A soft cry came from Ronin as Haru wiggled his way in, gripping onto the shower head with white knuckles. It was extremely hard to take in, considering Haru's size, and he wanted to do nothing more than try and bash Haru against the wall for making it hurt so damn bad. Shove his face into a bottle of lube. But then again, wasn't this part of the reason he kept coming back? His obstinate nature with the muscles to back it up?

Ronin shifted to try and settle onto Haru's cock, biting his lip to try and keep back another cry. A soft grunt as if he was exerting himself came free, but it wasn't long until he had stopped his shifting. His free hand reached up and around Haru's shoulders, hand ghosting along his muscles. That is, until Haru began to pound into him. Ronin let out a sharp moan, fingers coiling against Haru's tanned skin. He pulled Haru in by his neck and kissed him deeply, fingers finely wrapping around Haru's neck as if daring him to try and break the kiss. Ronin needed it, as he elicited muffled moans.

Ronin's small grunts and cries were excellent, coupled with the way he began to cling to him, unfff, yes! Ronin grasped his head and forced their mouths together again, and Haru was happy to oblige, tilting his head to the side to get access from a new angle. In addition to that, he began to shift his feet just slightly so he could hit Ronin from slightly different angles, experimenting to find just how he might hit Ronin's G-spot the best.

"This is how a real man fucks" Haru panted as he bit down on Ronin's bottom lip, unable to resist getting in his digs even mid-coitus. He trailed down, his teeth scraping the skin of his jaw and neck as he leaned towards a nipple. His tongue swung around the outsides and then flicked back and forth across the top, before Haru took it between his teeth to stimulate it even more.

This was all brand new to Ronin, and he didn't know what to do with it; the few times he's had sex, he's been the one in charge of the whole shebang. Being pleasured for once, feeling Haru ram into him -- well, it was a whole new experience, to say the least. He kissed at him roughly, surprised when he tilted his head. He couldn't help but buck his hips into Haru's muscled torso for a moment, the constant thrusts causing his cock to well between their thick frames.

He growled lightly as Haru still got his digs in. "Nnn…shut up. Less talking, more fucking." He wanted to go back to kissing, but Haru had other ideas; he moved down to his nipple, making Ronin moan like he was in a symphony. Once that happened, it wasn't long until Haru hit his G-spot perfectly, making Ronin dig his nails into the blue haired man. "Sh-shit! Haru!"