The Intimacy Of Longing

VII

Ramuda lay his head on Jakurai’s chest, looking up at him with adoring eyes. Even if he teased Jakurai a lot, he loved him more than anything in the world, and being so close to him was a godsend. But naturally, he was going to keep teasing. He gave a little yelp as Jakurai grabbed his ass, smirking slyly. “Duhhh, I’m not going easy on you, old man! I have a division reputation to protect. I can’t let it down just because you give good kisses and call me cute names” he replied, poking his tongue out. “And besides, the more I tease you in a division battle, the more fuel I add to the fire for our little looooovemaking session later on!” he giggled.

Jakurai looked down to the male with a tender look in his eyes, even though Ramuda teased him all the time he knew he loved him, he could easily detect such in his eyes, in his delicate expression, the way his touch felt, so endearing. However, the softness he saw before him continued to do what he enjoyed, opening his mouth to let out a tease only for the words to be replaced with a yelp due to his own bit of teasing, having grabbed the small male’s ass as his typically calm and gentle lips curled at the edges into a bit of a smirk of his own. He listened to the others sly words, raising a brow as the other's little tongue stuck out at him before he added the part about what the fuel to the fire would lead to afterwards as a result, he chuckled softly. "Good, I wouldn't want you to do anything else." He started before nodding a bit as he rubbed the others plush bottom gently. "Indeed, indeed.. I can only imagine how amazing it will be as the winning division to get such a reward after it all." He said with more of a sly smirk of his own, hinting nonchalantly to the other that 𝘩𝘪𝘴 division would be the winning one, wondering if the boy got his little tease and how he may respond.

Ramuda purred, enjoying every touch from Jakurai’s large but gentle hands. He supposed it was good for a doctor to have such gentle hands considering some of the stuff they had to do. He knew that he would prefer Jakurai’s gentle touch to a rough, careless one. He furrowed his brows a bit, all pouty. “Uhhh, excuuuuuse me? I think Fling Posse will be finding out what that reward is, old man!” he replied, giving Jakurai a teasing wink. “The Shibuya division will come out on top, just you wait and see!” he chirped, confident in the abilities of himself and his team.

Jakurai raised a brow upon seeing such an adorable expression lay upon the other's face only for it to be paired with such a reply, he chuckled softly nodding along as he listened to the boy chirp oh so confidently. He was a modest man, an honest man, but could be a bit outwardly confident when he wanted to be. However his collected tender gaze caressed the other oh so delicately, admiring every detail of him. "Hmm.. Indeed, I suppose I will have to wait and see, however, when Matenrou wins I'd like to see no cross or pouty expression when I say, "I told you so"" He said with almost a cocky smirk pulling at his lips, such a rare side of him to show and yet he was sure Ramuda had seen it before during the battles between them.

Ramada scoffed, the petulant child in him not able to back down from that. “And you’d better not take out being a sore loser on my poor butt” he replied, shaking his ass slowly from side to side to make his point. “Anyway, I’m not pouty. I’ve never pouted in my life. Only big babies pout” he replied, sticking his nose in the air...and pouting.

Jakurai noticed the other not backing down and hadn't expected any less from him, "mhm mhm, well, if such an unlikely situation is to occur I'll do my best not to." He said as his gaze moved to the luring ass which was shaking slowly side to side, only for his gaze to return to the pouty face in front of him, declaring such an outlandish idea. "Is that right? I'm surprised," His face lighting up with false shock, "I would have never expected Ramuda Amemura to have not looked in a mirror before, as alas, you are in fact a big baby." He said with a fake-ly dramatic and sorrowful expression and tone lacing over him, "at least, under your own pretenses."