Just a Ruffian

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              JUST  A RUFFIAN

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Those warm, soft lips left him again, even as he canted his hips to follow the motion.  Kendou hissed out a curse, the words slurred and nearly inaudible.  What was the bastard playing at, working him up like this only to leave him hanging on the brink?  And how the hell could Tengai's mouth leave him feeling so euphoric?  The times he'd pleasured himself had felt nothing like this... Though those instances had been born more of a need to release excess energy than out of any kind of carnal desire.  Before the damn monk, he'd never been attracted to anyone.  His thrills came from the battle.  How the hell could messing around in bed compare to that kind of adrenaline?

           He was starting to understand.

The Ruffian loosed a low snarl of protest at being left cold, but the sound caught in his throat at yet another new sensation.  The prickling and pinching of the other man's teeth against the more tender skin of his inner thigh, causing a spasm to run through his muscles.  Goddamn monk.  Of course Tengai would want to hide his marks.  The two of them really were night and day.  He wasn’t allowed too much time to think on it.

Soon enough Tengai's attention shifted again. Smooth hands slid up Kendou's chest, sloppy heated kisses marking a path toward his own lips.  Tengai was learning all the right spots to assail, when had this happened? Head tilted back, he reached up, rougher hands gripping at the other's lithe frame.  Tengai was so small, so light in comparison, yet for once Kendou felt he couldn't move him if he tried.

Not that he wanted to.  He wanted Tengai here, wanted...no, needed all of his attention.  Even if...Kendou should be the one in command.  Damn it. Tengai should be at his mercy. 

      But... his breath came in hot ragged bursts, accompanied by erratic needful vocalizations around the other's lips, where there was a lingering taste of himself. 

              But... letting the man continue as he pleased meant more of this.

Scarred hands moved further down his partner's body, slipping beneath the edge of the robe that now hung loose off his torso, held in place only by the sash.  Fingers hooking into the thinner material of the undergarment, giving it an impatient tug.  He could feel the heat of Tengai's arousal through the material, but it would be better without the damn thing in the way.

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"FIGHT ME BIG GUY!!!!"

   “I NEVER SAY NO TA A CHALLENGE!  YA SEEM STRONG AND LOUD, YA BETTER NOT BEG FER MERCY! C’MON THEN, BLOW ME AWAY!”

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“I’M HARDLY SHORT. YOU’RE JUST LARGER THAN NECESSARY.”

         “IT’S TOTALLY NECESSARY.”

               “DON’T FEEL TOO BAD.  TH’ HAT ADDS A FEW INCHES RIGHT?”

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Cease this.

    “AIN’T MY FAULT YER ALL SHORT.”

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5'8

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  “YER AN INCH TALLER’N TH’ BOSS.  GEHEHE.”

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