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[ he's pushing his tongue into Boss's mouth again, with a please, rough sound in the back of his throat. he only has a shirt on on his torso so it's easy enough to at least pull up and out of the way, and his own hands are wandering, to Boss's sides, sliding down to his waist before starting to work at whatever he has on his torso in turn. ]

[it's that t-shirt with the face on it, so it's also easy enough to pull up and off. he makes a faintly annoyed sound when the shirts get pulled over their heads and the kissing has to pause, but he's also quick to resume where they left off.

the extra good news is that his hands are now touching skin and is nails are digging into Oni's back a bit, not hard--almost testing or teasing a promise of them being dragged across his skin.]

[ he's most certainly approving of that, and he arches his back towards his nails to indicate that, voicing his approval with a groan that's a bit louder, a bit deeper now that more of his hesitation has faded. he actually breaks the kiss again but it's for a good reason, dipping his head down to press his lips up against Boss's neck, bite a small little mark into there -- tentatively, seeing if he's told off for it. ]

[his brain almost starts to consider how that will look to others, but then he very decidedly skids his nails across Oni's skin and tilts his head to bare his neck further because look, if he's that bothered, he can invest in makeup. The point isn't to think or worry or anything like that, so he's just. not. going to.

he remembers how it felt when Intensity was at his neck, and he has no real objections to that with Oni.]

[ Boss baring his neck further sends a spark of arousal straight through him; not only because of the vulnerability of it but the unspoken permission to mark him he's been granted. there's another hitch of his breath at the nails on his back and he bites with a little more force, leaving a vivid red spot that he then sucks at - - laps at, tongue hot against his skin.

But that's not all he's focused on, and his hips roll, experimentally grinding his ass down against where he's partly settling his weight on Boss's hips. ]

[his own breathing hitches at the feel of teeth at his neck. that already is enough to make that flush on his cheeks heat up more with arousal, but then he feels Oni grinding down on him and can't quite catch the harsh but still quiet groan that escapes him.

his hips try to buck under Oni's weight, cock noticeably becoming harder against his ass--definitely more of that, of everything really, is encouraged by the needy sounds getting drawn from him.]

[ part of him wants to just linger there, rutting against him, leaving those possessive little marks on his neck - - but at the same time he knows he was given a command, to tire him out, and he doesn't quite think that he'd want to stop at just this.

so he lets up; shifting to leave more of those little nips, down Boss's bare chest, ghosting over a nipple, while both hands drop to undo his pants. from this perspective Boss is probably afforded a very nice view of Oni's back, the tattoos and the scratch marks lightly visible there. ]

[he lets his hands slip from Oni's back to his hair as the man works his way down his chest. he arches into the kisses and nips and makes a soft sound of encouragement when he feels hands at his waist, working to get his pants open.

it's definitely a sight to watch Oni make his way down his body, dizzyingly satisfying to see marks left on his back, over his tattoo, before he lifts his hips to try to help with removing the clothes that are definitely in the way. he's hard underneath his pants, and he exhales harshly at the relief of there being less clothes in the way.]

[ the hand in his hair is nice too and he's briefly distracted from what he was doing by tilting his head into that, like he's nuzzling into it, almost. but then he lets himself go back to work.

he's not getting his pants entirely off for now but just shoved down his hips enough he can get more room, access to Boss's cock without the barrier of his pants. he brings his broad hand up to wrap around him, while his nips and kisses go down to his stomach and then the inside of his thigh, making it pretty clear where this is heading. ]

[it's VERY clear where this is heading and Boss can feel his breath catching before he makes a needy sound of anticipation. his fingers curl against Oni's scalp, not as a sign to stop him but more as a way for him to hold on as he finds himself jerking his hips into Oni's grasp, eagerly and without too much thought.]

[ he can't help the smile that curls to his lips at that, a mix -- of how endearing it is that Boss is that eager, and both how arousing it is, having Boss's cock hard in his hand and keeping in mind what he's about to do.

he takes in a breath before sliding his hand further down his shaft, curling at the base, and then tips his head up to take the head of his cock into his mouth. ]

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