Revenge Served Cold (for Haru)

There was something different about the way they were having sex this time. Rather than their usual aggressive "sex as a weapon" to use against each other, there was more meaning behind each of their movements. Sure, move of the movements were done to hurt each other as much as possible, but there was a piece of each of them that was also trying to exact as much pleasure as well. He grinned as Haru complained, but the grin morphed as he let out a moan in response to the nipple being bitten and ground between his teeth, tilting his head back for a moment.

Ronin grit his teeth and began to pump his hand on the other's cock, trying his best to arouse Haru enough to get his jaw to unclench. If he could manage to do that for even a moment, he would let his spare hand reach up and through Haru's hair to yank him away from his pecs, so he would be able to clamp his mouth onto the other's and kiss him again, his hand continuing to rub at his cock and trying to tug it to full length.

Haru continued his fine work on the muscular pecs beneath and between his teeth, massaging and grinding the flesh. The more Ronin worked at it, the more it became harder to ignore the effects of his hand. He was definitely getting turned on by it, and it gave the desired opening to yank him up and force him into a kiss. He growled with discontent but played on the new battlefield anyway, bringing a forearm up to grab Ronin's free hand and pin it to the pillows above his hand.

By this point the blue-haired man was nearly at full hardness, which he demonstrated by dragging his hips sensually across Ronin's bulge. He reached down to grab Ronin's other wrist, and attempted to slide himself up into a sitting position much like a schoolboy. He didn't give a fuck if Ronin want, he was only concerned with getting what he wanted now. He'd lean forward, letting his dick slide up and slap at Ronin's chin. Haru grinned as he swayed his hips side to side, which made his tip graze back and forth on the other's face.