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"I feel like I've been asleep for a really long time..."

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The feeling of that cold cream was quite a shock to him, as he had been expecting something much... warmer. He clawed at the bed sheets and gritted his teeth, unable to properly compose himself due to the binds. His whole body quivered, his peach absolutely stuffed with the cold cream, and he could just imagine it, lewdly dripping out and staining the blanket and sheets under him. 

"Aah..." He closed his eyes tightly under the blindfold, able to feel those beads being pushed into him. He let out a soft sigh, his face flushed. This wasn't fair, but... he found himself enjoying it so much. When he felt the familiar sensation of Nobunaga's tongue across his sensitive rim, he moaned lovingly.

"It's different when I tease you... That's being playful. This is absolute torture...! Mm..."  

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Once he was blindfolded, Ranmaru had to admit that he was getting just... a little nervous. He whimpered, straining in his binds a bit. "Nobu, this isn't fair..." He listened in close, hearing the rustling of the bag. Just what was he up to? He had no choice but to wait while Nobunaga pulled out whatever surprise he had in that bag of his.

He felt something slick pressing against his sensitive pucker, and for a brief moment he thought it was that wonderful banana, but quickly realized that it was way too small. A small moan tore from his throat as he tilted his head back, groaning in pleasure as the objects were pushed inside of him. Then, everything was still. And he heard Nobunaga walking away, and he began to wiggle restlessly. "A-ah... Nobunaga, why must you choose to torture me so..."

At the mention of cream, he blushed a bit, clearly thinking the dirtiest of possibilities. "Y-yes... you've already left me quite dry, so some cream... would do me wonders." 

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Ranmaru had wondered what exactly Nobunaga had packed in that suitcase... For the moment, he had no qualms about being hand cuffed and bounded. He flexed his wrists, letting out a soft sigh as he fixed his gaze on his own personal 'Santa'. Fidgeting a bit, he lulled it over in his mind. What did he want for Christmas, eh?

"A banana..." Was the first thing that he spoke, his mouth forming a playful grin. "But if I've been so naughty, I guess you won't be so quick to give me that right away, hmm?" He had to admit, though, he wondered all that his boss had in that bag of wonders for him...

"But you can't really complain, Santa... you like it when I'm naught, don't you?" He teased, licking his lips. For the winter holidays; it certainly was hot in there at that moment...

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Ran yelped softly as Nobunaga pulled him up for a kiss, be he eagerly returned the favor, briefly latching onto his shoulders as he practically drank Nobu in, pushing his tongue forward to meet it's companion. And then, when the kiss was broken and Nobunaga changed their position so that he was on top,  moaning melodiously as he felt that erection push up against him. 

He did not for one moment doubt that Nobunaga couldn't tease him. In fact, wasn't that basically all he'd been doing today? Though honestly, Ran would call that a form of torture-- not that he minded, of course. His hands gripped the sheets of the bed when his boss's tongue began lapping at his sensitive scrotum, ans the lower, lower to his peach's opening. 

Ranmaru let his head roll back, moaning shamelessly as Nobunaga slicked his entrance with his own sweet saliva, his face flushed. He stared down at that devilish man longingly, and couldn't help but smile deviously at his comment. "Oh? And how do you plan on making me pay for that?" He quipped once again, raising an eyebrow innocently.

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Upon hearing this new request, Ranmaru composed himself and turned to face his boss, who was sitting on the bed, and he moved forward, slowly closing the distance between them. He eyed his superior hungrily, and while he could tell that Nobu was close to just pouncing on him and taking his peach, he could understand why he insisted on putting on this facade; playing these games.

Ran didn't mind... too much. 

"Why can't you just be honest with yourself?" He teased, dropping to his knees before his boss, looking up at him with dark, lust filled eyes. All he wore now was his loose sweater, his underwear having been discarded by the wetbar in the heat of the moment just a while ago. 

"I can see it in your eyes, Nobunaga... And that rather impressive bulge in your pants gives you away." He said, running a hand along said bulge teasingly to emphasize his point. His eyes were fixed on the older male's, and he ran his hand along it again, eager to see how his boss would react.

"If you would just take what you want, this little peach of yours would already be dripping with your cream. Why deprive yourself of that?" He breathed huskily, leaning in close to rub his soft cheek against that eager cock, which Ran knew as just dying to come out. 

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Upon hearing the animalistic sound Nobunaga responded with, Ran shivered in excitement, driving him to go deeper as he played with himself, toying his the pit of his peach eagerly, letting out moans and sighs of enjoyment. But when he felt that slap against his rear, he let out a soft cry of surprise and excitement, and he eyed Nobunaga hungrily, reaching over boldly with his freed hand to stroke Nobunaga's concealed manhood.

"Then how long are you going to make me wait? I've done all the chores you asked me to..."

He shifted under Nobu, his own erection twitching from the pleasurable assault. His other hand reached back skillfully, tangling his fingers in Nobunaga's hair. "When am I going to get my reward?" Ran asked, pouting, his face flushed and his heart racing.

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Aside from Nobunaga's penis, what are your top three favourite features of his body?

His eyes... He has some of the most beautiful, deep eyes I've ever seen on a man. As cliche as it sounds; I can honestly get lost in them.

Other than that... I love his hair... And can I say his facial hair, too? Mmm, it's so scratchy against my skin... I love it.

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wat is ur fave sex position??

Ummm... I don't really have a favorite... I guess I really like any position where I can look into his eyes when we do it... I mean, any position is really fine with me, though. I'm willing to try anything once. And it really depends on what Nobu wants to do as well.

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what do ur panties look liek? can i get a pic?

Well, right now ((Since my other ones are... wet...)) I have some like these, you pervy anon, you!

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TMI TUESDAY, BITCHES!

Hit me with your best shot!

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Ran couldn't help but blush fiercely at the lewd suggestion-- or rather, the chore that was just given to him. But who was he to refuse? The look in Nobunaga's eyes was rather beastly, driven by lust, and it made the young male quiver in anticipation. He could practically feel the heat already. He moved into a new position, very slowly and deliberately moving to bend over the counter, sticking out that firm, wet peach of his, making absolutely sure to grind it against the obvious bulge in Oda's pants.

"Whatever gets me hot the fastest, right?"

His fingers now found themselves playing across his own peach, eyes half lidded as he glanced over his shoulder at his superior. He popped the first finger inside of himself to, 'test the waters', so to speak, letting out a shaky breath of air before pushing in another digit. The younger male began to stretch himself out, wincing just a bit as he pushed in deeper, legs spread out as he kept one hand gripped onto the counter top for support.

"Hnm... how about this? Good enough for you? Because I... I think it's getting to job done for me," he breathed huskily, daring to go further, adding a third finger and uttering a low moan of approval at his own literal handiwork. 

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The sight of that ice cube melting against Ranmaru’s full, smooth and skilled lips electrified Oda’s lightning rod. He blinked and realized he’d begun to lean forward, finding his face much closer to Ran’s than it had been the last time he’d paid attention. He tried to recover by donning a mock-unimpressed expression. “That doesn’t look like it really cools you off sufficiently. Your lips may be warm but they’re not the steamiest part of you.” Oda casually plucked an ice cube from the bucket and pushed it up against Ranmaru’s neck, sliding it up and down to help it suction to his skin before releasing it to let it slide and melt down the back of his shirt.

While it did this, he made his way around the bar to where Ranmaru was and grabbed another cube of ice. Swiftly, he wrapped his free hand around Ran’s waist and let the one holding the ice slip down the back of his pants. He rubbed it on Ran’s tailbone, then released it, teasingly letting it fall between his cheeks though he wasn’t able to slip it easily into whatever tight underwear Ran was wearing, which he rubbed his fingers against appraisingly, suddenly very curious about what ones they were, trying to feel them for familiarity.

That reminded him. He’d brought some gifts for both Ran and himself along on this little trip. He just had to figure out when would be best to use them.

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Once Nobunaga had pulled away, Ranmaru whimpered loudly, turning to face Nobu. He could be so positively cruel at times! His boss knew what kind of effect games like these had on him. It just made Ran all the more desperate to do whatever it took to please Nobunaga. Ran pulled himself up, taking a seat on the counter, his legs spread lewdly as he eyed his boss.

"Warm myself up now, huh? Mm, yeah I think I can do that..."

Well then. If Nobunaga was going to be difficult and not touch him, then he'd have to do it himself.

Ran's hand found itself between his legs, and he shuddered lightly as his soft fingertips found the base of his manhood. He wasn't one to masturbate often; just when it was in his best interest... like now. He made sure to keep his eyes, now half lidded, locked on Nobu as he began to slowly stroke himself, letting out a soft moan as he began to pleasure himself, spurred by the sight of Nobunaga, of course. His cheeks became covered in a light blush and he let another moan escape from his lips, leaning back and propping himself up with one hand as the other continued to please himself.

"Nmm... Like this... this is getting me warmed up pretty well... What do you think, sir?" He asked in a teasing manner, making sure to punctuate the question with a sultry moan of approval.

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The sight of that ice cube melting against Ranmaru’s full, smooth and skilled lips electrified Oda’s lightning rod. He blinked and realized he’d begun to lean forward, finding his face much closer to Ran’s than it had been the last time he’d paid attention. He tried to recover by donning a mock-unimpressed expression. “That doesn’t look like it really cools you off sufficiently. Your lips may be warm but they’re not the steamiest part of you.” Oda casually plucked an ice cube from the bucket and pushed it up against Ranmaru’s neck, sliding it up and down to help it suction to his skin before releasing it to let it slide and melt down the back of his shirt.

While it did this, he made his way around the bar to where Ranmaru was and grabbed another cube of ice. Swiftly, he wrapped his free hand around Ran’s waist and let the one holding the ice slip down the back of his pants. He rubbed it on Ran’s tailbone, then released it, teasingly letting it fall between his cheeks though he wasn’t able to slip it easily into whatever tight underwear Ran was wearing, which he rubbed his fingers against appraisingly, suddenly very curious about what ones they were, trying to feel them for familiarity.

That reminded him. He’d brought some gifts for both Ran and himself along on this little trip. He just had to figure out when would be best to use them.

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Within the span of just a few moment, Ran had become a twitching, whining puddle thanks to both the freezing ice as well as Oda's way of doing things. He continued to claw at the smooth surface, taking in deep, shaky breaths as his peach was chilled. The sensitive area twitched in protest, and all Ran could do was moan in protest as he felt his undies become soaked.

"Hnng... You can be so cruel sometimes, Nobunaga." He said, feigning despair as he reached a hand down, running his fingers along his skin and the damp fabric. Ran squirmed wildly as he felt yet another cube push inside, and he bit his lip to refrain from crying out. His hand found it's way atop Nobu's head, tangling his fingers in those messy black locks of his while the older man began to bite at his peach.

"I think I'm feeling much c-cooler now..." he struggled to find the words, his mind racing. "But now I think I'm too cold... I need something to warm me up..." The younger male challenged, taking advantage of the position Nobu had him in, propping a leg up on the older man's shoulder now.

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The sight of that ice cube melting against Ranmaru’s full, smooth and skilled lips electrified Oda’s lightning rod. He blinked and realized he’d begun to lean forward, finding his face much closer to Ran’s than it had been the last time he’d paid attention. He tried to recover by donning a mock-unimpressed expression. “That doesn’t look like it really cools you off sufficiently. Your lips may be warm but they’re not the steamiest part of you.” Oda casually plucked an ice cube from the bucket and pushed it up against Ranmaru’s neck, sliding it up and down to help it suction to his skin before releasing it to let it slide and melt down the back of his shirt.

While it did this, he made his way around the bar to where Ranmaru was and grabbed another cube of ice. Swiftly, he wrapped his free hand around Ran’s waist and let the one holding the ice slip down the back of his pants. He rubbed it on Ran’s tailbone, then released it, teasingly letting it fall between his cheeks though he wasn’t able to slip it easily into whatever tight underwear Ran was wearing, which he rubbed his fingers against appraisingly, suddenly very curious about what ones they were, trying to feel them for familiarity.

That reminded him. He’d brought some gifts for both Ran and himself along on this little trip. He just had to figure out when would be best to use them.

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Ranmaru was suddenly aware of a very cold feeling against the back of his sensitive neck, and he let out a very surprised yelp, twitching a little as he tried to get used to the freezing cube that was pressed against him. His boss pulled no punches, that was for sure... The young male exhaled sharply and shakily as he felt it run down his back, his hand gripping the smooth counter.

"You always have something up your sleeve, don't you?" Ran quipped, doing his best to try and steel himself... but then he felt something incredibly cold pop inside of his peach, and he absolutely lost it. He squealed loudly, not used to such a feeling of extreme temperature against a very sensitive part of his body. 

Oda could feel the distinct feeling of lace against his hand as he groped at his little peach. Ran was no doubt wearing something straight from Victoria's Secret, complete with lace and tiny decorative ribbons. Ran was definitely not shy about expressing himself when it came to crossdressing. 

"Nobu, s-stop... You're going to make them all wet!" He whined, practically clawing at the counter top as he felt the ice melt gradually, dripping water from between his plump peachy cheeks, dampening his fancy underwear. 

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The sight of that ice cube melting against Ranmaru’s full, smooth and skilled lips electrified Oda’s lightning rod. He blinked and realized he’d begun to lean forward, finding his face much closer to Ran’s than it had been the last time he’d paid attention. He tried to recover by donning a mock-unimpressed expression. “That doesn’t look like it really cools you off sufficiently. Your lips may be warm but they’re not the steamiest part of you.” Oda casually plucked an ice cube from the bucket and pushed it up against Ranmaru’s neck, sliding it up and down to help it suction to his skin before releasing it to let it slide and melt down the back of his shirt.

While it did this, he made his way around the bar to where Ranmaru was and grabbed another cube of ice. Swiftly, he wrapped his free hand around Ran’s waist and let the one holding the ice slip down the back of his pants. He rubbed it on Ran’s tailbone, then released it, teasingly letting it fall between his cheeks though he wasn’t able to slip it easily into whatever tight underwear Ran was wearing, which he rubbed his fingers against appraisingly, suddenly very curious about what ones they were, trying to feel them for familiarity.

That reminded him. He’d brought some gifts for both Ran and himself along on this little trip. He just had to figure out when would be best to use them.

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He offered a playful pout as he was teased about his age, but Ranmaru had honestly never been much into drinking, although he did enjoy sharing a glass of wine with Nobunaga every now and then. Who knows, maybe he would try a few drinks at some point at the hotel. He watched as Nobu sipped at his drink, jealous of the glass which was graced with the touch of his lips. 

Ran shifted a bit, crawling towards the edge of the bed before climbing off, his expression playful as he eyed his boss. Could there be any man sexier than Nobunaga? He was literally the epitome of male perfection. Ranmaru licked his lips and headed over to Nobu, leaning over the wetbar counter and smiling at him sweetly, his shoulder bare as again, the sweater slipped down, revealing milky white skin. 

"Cool myself down, hmmm?" He reached into the bucket of ice, gently gripping one in his hand. It was cold against his skin, but he didn't mind too much. He brought the frosty cube up to his lips, eyeing Nobu suggestively as he pressed his lips against it, kissing it innocently. 

If Nobunaga wanted to play games, then he could play games very well. 

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Ran perked up when he heard Nobu's voice, and he smiled sweetly when the older man entered the room. Ranmaru almost giggled at the idea of Nobunaga making a list for him of things to do, and he could only imagine the wide array of perverse things that list would contain. A list that would more than likely make anyone else do a double-take and go "What the ever loving fuck?"

"Well, that sounds pretty tempting, actually... you know how I like to stay busy, sir." Ran teased playfully, the smirk that was forming on Nobunaga's face managing to get him all hot and bothered. His dark eyes took in his lover's figure. Even when he was fully clothed, Ranmaru could make out every subtle curve and bump, every muscle of Nobunaga's body. That was just an example of how well acquainted he had become with it over the years.

The younger male sat up on all fours, his peach perched into the air, a sweet, but obviously mischievous smile on his face as he gazed at his lover. "Is it hot in here to you, Nobu? I think it is... and this sweater isn't helping me much..." he raised up one hand and tugged at the loose collar of his sweater, then fanned his face with his hand. "This hotel has really good heating or... I don't know, maybe it's just you." He practically purred the words.

He felt incredibly liberated at that moment. The door was locked, the walls-- hopefully-- weren't too thin, and if they were, then he didn't really have too much of a problem with other people hearing their fun. Ran had gotten over that type of shyness long ago, once it had become apparent than he and Nobu's relationship would be much more than a simple PA and his boss.

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Nobunaga whistled Bing Crosby to himself as he made his way back up to the hotel room from the lobby. It was beginning to look a lot like Christmas had come early for him that year, and he was his own Santa Claus. Granted, he had gone through hell and high water to arrange his and Ranmaru’s little getaway but he was already feeling that it was worth it.

While not immune to the feeling of guilt for deceiving his wife, on the whole he was feeling pretty justified. After all, how many times a year did he and Noh go on vacation together? Many. How much time did they really get to spend with one another? A lot.

Even though he worked with Ranmaru and saw him during the day, he couldn’t say he was able to spend as much time with his young lover, at least not without being in a state of constant vigilance prepared for Noh’s imminent return. Of course, Noh would argue that that was exactly how things should be, and he wouldn’t be able to argue against that with her, but, well….

He liked what he liked and he couldn’t help it. Perhaps Nobunaga had become a very spoiled man, but he wanted to get the things he liked when he wanted them. And right now, he wanted his delicious young assistant squirming beneath him and telling him who his “daddy” was for a few days.

“What?  Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” he said, realizing that he still had his cellphone to his ear. He’d just been whistling at one of his store front covers for a drug operation—an illegal knock-off purse distributor run out of the back of a pachinko parlor. Sometimes his own operations seriously made him laugh.

He unlocked the door to his and Ranmaru’s room and stepped inside. “No, please refrain. I have no interest in prostitution….” Not at the pachinko parlor, anyway. That’s what the bath houses were for, but he wasn’t about to tell this supplier that. “Just the regular order please. No people.” He shut and locked the door after himself and made his way to the bedroom of the hotel suite and let his eyes fall on Ranmaru. He stared at his young lover and the sight of him even in normal clothes splayed out on the bed like that made his pulse tangible in his crotch.

He hung up his phone despite the fact that the man on the other end was still speaking, and slipped it into his pocket, a slow and devilish smirk slipping onto his lips. “You look restless. Not sure what to do without a list of chores laid out for you? Do you need me to make you one?” he purred, shrugging off his coat to reveal his burgundy long-sleeved shirt and black dress pants—clearly not dressed to impress either—he’d seemingly dressed to undress.