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[Yael's brow arches. Massage? Blowjob? What is he being offered here??]

Toys are fun, Yuui. Guns aren't toys. That's all the more reason to get you to a shooting range.

[He'll give you gun safety lessons all sexy-like, lil mama.]

[ Yuui runs his knuckles up and along Yael's thigh. He'll take that brow arch as a yes. ]

Then what's the point in going...?

[ Why would he want to go somewhere that isn't fun? Does he like torturing himself? ]

Man... You're hopeless.

[Said with a puff of laughter and a grin, he turns so Yuui can get at his leg if that's what he's truly after.]

Learning a new, useful skill. Honing and sharpening it. That isn't exciting to you?

[ It sure is! He's on good behavior tonight, so no dick for him. Yuui is diligent in his light ministrations in massaging the thick muscle of Yael's thigh. ]

I'm sure it's shocking, but using a gun hasn't ever really been a skill I'd like to hone.

[Oh yeah, totally shocking. Yael snickers and considers his gun collection, figuring a smaller caliber handgun would be best for a newbie like Yuui. Those limp wrists can't handle the recoil on anything like a desert eagle or even a revolver.]

You don't want one for self-defense? I can buy you a small one.

[Small enough to fit in his murse...]

[ His murse... ]

I've always found that an elbow to the face or a kick in the balls works, but if you really want to buy me one, go ahead.

[ He kneads at Yael's upper thigh to work some feeling into his leg, concentrating on it before looking up to catch his gaze. ]

I bet you're already thinking about the exact model you want to get for me, aren't you?

[Yael's toes curl, but it isn't a pleasurable response. No, the slight twinge of his face should make it clear he's smarting a little, but it's not so bad that he's asking Yuui to stop. Carry on, twinkie.]

I am, actually. A .22 with a sleek metal finish would look great in your dainty little hands.

[ Yael hasn't told him to stop, so Yuui doesn't, continuing to knead into Yael's thigh. ]

Wow, fantasizing about me holding a gun already, are you?

[ He laughs, but there's a tinge of worry underlying it. ]

I'll think about owning one. Give me some time.

[ Yuui needs to be sure that he won't one day snap and shoot himself in the head with it. ]

[ow, ow, OWW,]

Take your time. It's not urgent.

[In the meantime... him GODDAMN LEG, YUUI?? Yael's had enough, lightly smacking at Yuui's wrist.]

Lighten up a little. I'm still tender there.

[ He's actually happy for that little wrist smack, because it takes him out of the dark path his thoughts were on. With a grin, he stops massaging Yael's thigh. ]

Poor baby. Would a kiss make it better?

[ Yuui doesn't wait for an answer before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his thigh. ]

N—

[aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Yael flexes his thighs immediately to keep all the blood from flowing directly into his dick. He nudges at Yuui's shoulder. Back, semen demon!!]

You were the kind of kid that didn't believe the stove was hot until you burned your hand on it, weren't you?

Was I? I'm not sure...

[ He hums, not-so-absentmindedly laying his hand on Yael's thigh. ]

Your muscles are tense. Should I massage them more?

[ Yuui glances up at Yael, a mischievous look in his eyes. He's well aware of what he's doing. ]

[Of course Yuui is aware of what he's doing, the filthy bastard. Yael can't possibly win, so he stops trying, relaxing his tensed up legs and popping a stiffy immediately after. For all of Yuui's efforts, he gets a palm to the face.]

You don't like to listen, do you? Go run off and watch TV or something. I'll meet you out there.

[ For his efforts, Yael gets a lick to his palm before Yuui pushes his hand out of his face. ]

You won't even let me watch? That's rude.

[Thanks for wetting his palm, bae. He's going to take that and wrap it around his cock, giving it a few light strokes.]

You misbehave and expect a reward? Forget it. Maybe I'll consider letting you watch if you apologize.

An apology?

[ With a grin, Yuui sets a hand on one of Yael's knees, his eyes flickering down to take in the way he looks with his own hand wrapped around his cock before he looks back up at Yael's face. ]

Want me to prostrate at your feet? I didn't know you were into the submissive types.

[Going a full week without consulting Yael Jr is all it takes to get hard, but Yael meant it when he said he wasn't in the mood for fooling around. Still, he glances over at Yuui and gives his dick an enticing waggle. Maybe he could be in the mood for fucking around, but that's going to depend on Yuui.]

Nah. Blow me and I'll forgive you. Fair?

[Yael's never been a big fan of jerking off, but Yuui knows that.]

[ Yuui chuckles, lightly shaking his head. Nah, he's going to make this a little bit more difficult. Yael needs to work for it. Sure, Yael might not be the number one masturbator, but Yuui thinks he has room to get into it at least somewhat.

He runs his fingers up along Yael's thigh, his nails lightly scratching at his skin. ]

Work yourself up a little bit first. Why not put on a little show for me?

[Does he though...? He's already begun to soften a bit in his own hand, but those nails on his thighs keep him from going entirely flaccid.]

What part of me screams showy to you?

Nothing. Which is why I want to see it.

[ But ugh. Boners for Yael are a tenuous thing, aren’t they? Yuui wastes no time in inserting himself between Yael’s thighs, head dipping low so he can start pressing a trail of kisses along his inner thigh. ]

You’re so vanilla.

[ With a bit of a laugh, he sucks a mark on Yael’s skin, leaving behind a dark purple bruise. ]

[Yuui is wayyyy too generous. Yael was prepared to let the damn thing go flaccid and move on with his evening, but here he is getting spoiled instead. Yael Jr clearly approves, perking up when Yuui marks his thigh.]

Hehe. That's because you haven't trained me right.

[Remember, Yuui, you're the one in control here. Yael is your loving malleable meat man.]

[ If there's one thing that Yuui likes to do, it's spoil, and he feels like Yael deserves it with the week he's had. So, he pushes Yael's legs apart further so he can leave little kisses and bites all the way up to the juncture of his leg and hip. ]

Mmm... I should put you in a collar one day and have you perform tricks for me.

[ It's just a thought, a tiny little idea that Yael knows Yuui will probably make good on one of these days. ]

[Yael isn't outwardly expressive, Yuui is aware, but his thighs do tense with each little kiss and bite. It's small, the smile on his lips, but genuine. He's not about to let Yuui do all the work here, so he tentatively begins stroking at his cock, favoring the tip.]

You'll find I'm not a very obedient dog.

[ Each twitch and tensing of Yael's muscles is like a little gift, one that Yuui cherishes underneath his lips. With a smile, he shifts towards Yael's other leg to pay it the same reverence. It's only appropriate to leave him with marks that he can look back on in the morning and know he isn't alone, after all.

Sucking out yet another bruise, Yuui hums against Yael's skin, his gaze traveling to the way he (finally) begins stroking himself again. ]

I'll tug on your collar until you obey.

[See? This is much better. It's no blowjob, but a little motivation a la Yuui's mouth goes a long ways towards getting him off. Still, Yael's a shithead if ever there was one, so he nudges the tip of his cock into Yuui's cheek.]

And if I snarl and bark? Bite your skinny little arm off?

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