Just a Ruffian

           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.