Whoops. (For Jean!)

Nero wasn't one for "loose fitting clothing"; he always got things a size too small, to show off his considerable assets. He spent too much time in the palace wearing the loose-fitting clothes; it was enough for any man's life time, especially with a body like Nero's. When Jean questioned him, he cast him a wink. "You know it."

It took a moment for Nero to take in Jean's full attire. He looked…positively cute, as if he was going to bed any moment now. I guess that is the point of the bed wrestling match attire; Nero's own outfit wasn't too far from that, if not for the tightness. No matter; soon, Jean wouldn't be wearing much of anything.

Alas, Nero was caught in his fantasies when Jean declared it the beginning of the match. Before he knew what was going on, Jean had pulled him down and begun to try and flip himself onto Nero's back. But Nero gave a small growl -- he didn't want to give any points until he managed to strip Jean of at least his shirt! He moved to try and roll, attempting to trap Jean under his back. "Nice try!"

"Whoa!" Jean was initially startled when Nero suddenly threw his weight around and he ended up trapped beneath him. Jean shoved at his shoulders, but again he would not be able to shift Nero's body weight so easily. Jean grinned, it was technically a smart move, but he was still moving too slowly to make full use of it.

Jean was able to tug his legs out and catch Nero's waist in a bodyscissors while he worked at figuring the rest of his move out. Jean reached around to grab the front of Nero's shirt, yanking it up and trying to pull it over Nero's face! Since the shirt was tight and his arms still through the holes, it would prove to be an effective blinding maneuver if he could just snag it just right.

"It's an excellent try, love, because it's working!" Jean grinned madly.

Nero had forgotten to stay away from those legs; as Jean managed to place him into a bodyscissor, he gave a loud grunt in pain, trying to get away. But he made the note of it last night, and failed to remember it today, and now he had to pay the price. He was just lucky they hadn't clamped onto his head quite yet. But speaking of his head…

The prince let out a soft surprised noise as the shirt was forced into his face, giving him a growl. He was right, it was working -- he could practically hear the grin in Jean's voice! He had to find a way out of this, but how? Jean's legs were keeping him trapped in there, and he couldn't get out of his shirt easily enough. Or could he?

Within moments, Nero began to rub back into Jean -- letting those muscles rub up against his crotch with a smirk as he began to work the shirt off. He didn't need it to make him let go of the scissors, he just needed a distraction enough to get the shirt off without being cranked into another hold! If successful, he would throw his elbow back into Jean's side to try and loosen those legs for him.

Jean flexed his legs tighter and tighter once he heard that groan from Nero, they were arguably his most powerful asset! And as he got the shirt up and over Nero's head, the man reacted as planned and clawed at his shoulders as he tried to free himself. If Nero ended up stripping his own shirt off off, then that ultimately made Jean's job easier.

His tempo was momentarily disturbed when Nero began to rub himself sexily over Jean's crotch. He let out a soft moan as he felt his own cock stir in response. Dammit! He couldn't let Nero continue and ruin his concentration, he'd just get steamrolled that way!

"I dont think so my prince" Jean grunted as he slipped his arms beneath Nero's pits to grab and massage the man's pecs. The sharp elbow he threw bit into jean's side and he hissed in pain, screw being nice! He whipped his arms up as he worked to get Nero in a half-nelson choke!

That was one thing Nero did right -- he managed to strip the shirt off of his upper body with a triumphant laugh, moving to toss it off the bed so it wouldn't get in his way again. All right, one piece of clothing down. As he rolled backwards into Jean, he could feel the man's cock begin to stir, and he even heard as Jean moaned lightly.

Nero let out a soft moan of his own as he felt those pecs getting massaged, biting his lip to keep from moaning again. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied as Jean commented on the rolling, but then things changed when he managed to slam that elbow into Jean's side. He could hear that hiss of pain, and before Jean even went for the half-nelson, Nero knew that things were gonna get real.

Like a caged animal, Nero snarled lightly as he was trapped in the half nelson. Back to where he was before -- trapped in one of Jean's deadly submissions, and no way to get out. But perhaps that wasn't the case any longer. He groaned softly, before moving, trying to roll onto his front -- because from there, he would be able to get back onto his knees. Which would make it very easy to turn around and use his body weight to slam Jean down on the mattress, stuck between his hardened muscles and the soft frame of the bed. It worked better in a ring, but hopefully, it would do the trick.

Jean grunted and yanked Nero back with the full-nelson, but that didn't stop the man from eventually rolling over onto his chest. From there he was able to power back to his knees, and rather than hang from him, Jean abandoned the bodyscissors so he could stand on his knees. "Oh I think you do, Arkedia" Jean taunted in the man's ear as he licked at the outer rim. Since they were technically tied at 0-0, Jean felt it was fair enough to be erotic.

What really caught him off-guard was when Nero suddently threw himself backwards, crushing Jean beneath him with all his weight. "Oooooomph" Jean grunted as the wind was knocked from his lungs, and to make matters worse, his legs were now awkwardly and somewhat painfully locked beneath himself, still bent at the knee. All he had left was the half-nelson still half-secured round Nero's neck.

The nelson was better than nothing and Jean decided to go for a full one. He'd attempt to get his hands locked behind Nero's neck but he knew so early in the game that Nero was more than strong enough to break his hold. It was more a matter of how much damage he could inflict in short bursts, and whether he could outlast Nero. Of course, he could also go for pins and things, but submissions were where he felt safest.

"Don't suppose you feel like tapping already?" Jean joked with a cheery laugh. He was really starting to enjoy himself.

God, Jean was so sexy when he cranked those holds on. It was as if in that moment, and that moment only, one could finally see just how strong the smaller man was, and it was…absolutely brilliant. Nero shivered at the taunt and lick, giving a soft, breathy laugh in return. "Well, you're already pulling erotic moves, so I feel like you're starting to get desperate."

He could feel the wind escaping Jean, and those dangerous legs were trapped beneath him. It was already starting to get better! But then he found Jean locking in that full nelson. Not as bad as the scissors, but bad enough; he grunted as he tried to overpower Jean, but it was still no use. Jean had the benefit of the hold weighing against Nero, and Nero wasn't very good at breaking holds. Perhaps the prince shouldn't have asked for a match so reliant on submission holds if he wasn't ready for Jean's prowess quite yet. But it was no matter; he could get out of it. Somehow.

"Not even close, Richards," he replied, shaking his head as best he could. Still, despite the fact that he hadn't gotten free of Jean's grip, he couldn't help but grin -- it was a good idea, this was. Now if only he could get their clothes off, then it would be extra fun. For now, he had to focus on getting out of the hold. He moved to roll over onto his stomach, hoping to get Jean to change up the hold; in the interim, he would be able to strike.

"Desperate? I call it smart strategy" Jean laughed along with Nero as he started to push the man's head and chin down into his chest. True to his word the day before, Nero seemed to have a legitimately hard time freeing himself from the nelson despite his considerable strength. Ohohoho would Jean use this discovery to his advantage!

A literal weight was removed from Jean's chest when Nero began to roll himself over, but then he was presented with a brand new problem. Since his legs weren't locked along Nero's waist this time, he wasn't pulled perfectly on the man's back, but instead somewhat knelt next to him. It removed any strong leverage that the nelson had and it was now just a weak way to keep Nero's head down.

"Not bad" Jean remarked as he tried to jump on the man's back. He would try to slip his hands under the man's chin for a makeshift camel clutch, and in the following period, he'd try to leverage those bulky biceps up over his knees if Nero didn't twist himself free again.

Partly wishing he hadn't told Jean about his submission weakness, partly cursing himself for bringing home a bonafide submission artist and starting to crush on him, but mostly sitting in the hold and getting distracted by…well, almost everything about the hold. Jean's strong arms working against him, his toned and trim body beneath his back? There was so much about it that made Nero just all the more excited; at this point, he was going to be hard before Jean pulled off his pants!

Though at least he managed to finally snake his way out of the full nelson for the moment, though he had worse things coming up. Before he knew it, those hands had snaked under his chin in a camel clutch, bringing him up -- but he wouldn't have it. Before Jean could actually get those biceps over his knees, he yanked free of him, moving to slip away, back to the other side of the bed.

Already, Nero was beginning to breathe a bit heavier. "I could say the same to you, cutie." He was still grinning widely, clearly showing how he was having a lot of fun with this match; this would have to make a come back at some point between the two of them. Before Jean could move to try and attack, Nero launched himself at the other man, hoping to scoop him up in a tight bearhug.

Jean growled as Nero began to give him resistance, he had nearly slid the bicep up over his unraised knee when suddenly his opponent sprung to life! He bucked up and Jean fell backwards onto his elbows with an annoyed umph. He quickly rolled to his chest and got back to his knees, arms up and ready as he waddled to get back into a ready position.

Luckily, Nero was taking a longer time to get ready, breathing a bit more heavily than Jean too. But the one thing that Jean had a size advantage in was his grin at the moment. His hair was slightly tousled but he was clearly enjoying himself. He raised his arms and motioned for Nero to bring it, and oh boy did Nero do just that.

He jumped forward with arms out wide for a grapple, and Jean tried to duck under him to the side. His dodge attempt was unsuccessful as he was scooped up by Nero and lodged tightly against the center of Nero's chest, arms pinned at his sides. "Merde!" Jean cursed with a laugh as he tried to flex his arms out, but with Nero's tree trunk arms, that was a fool's dream. Jean wasn't giving up hope yet though, he could still fight back with his hands! Though arms pinned at his sides and oxygen becoming harder to retain, he was still pressed up tight against Nero's ripped chest, and so he began to trace circles in the small amount of torso he could reach. He tried to reach for Nero's waistband and slip his pants down as much he could, there were other objectives here besides points!