[OPEN] come back and sit right down.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe groaned as his hips were pinned. He felt Zain's hand, his hips, wanted him so badly it literally hurt. 'My jeans are too fucking tight..' He thought, dropping his hands to the wall. He ran his tongue over Zain's, tempted to give in. But he knew he wouldn't. He was too stubborn. He pressed closer to his hand, despite how rough he was being. It only turned him on more. He moaned into his mouth, rocking his hips as best he could.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain huffed, pressing closer still. He reached down and undid his own jeans but didn't pull them off or down, continuing to kiss him, hands digging against Monroe's hips before tracing up his back, shoving his chest and shoulders closer to the wall again.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe groaned when he was pushed closer to the wall. "I'm not trying to fuck the damn wall." He groaned, but couldn't get out from under him. He moaned, digging the heels of his hands into the wall. He arched closer to the wall, trying to get out of the pin, but only ending up closer to the wall.

"Damnit, just fuck me already.." He caved, pained by how tight his jeans were getting. He leaned his head against the wall, chewing on his lip.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain groaned in response, unzipping Monroe's jeans and carefully pulling them lower. Once they were at his thighs he pulled them roughly off, dropped his own, and freed both of them from their boxers. He hesitated, but had heart enough to pull Monroe to the couch, pushed him down and pinned him, hands pulling his arms over his head as he sucked on his shoulder.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe was grateful to be freed of his jeans, no matter how roughly they were pulled off of him. He stumbled to the couch, arching up as he was pinned. He wrapped his legs painfully tight around Zain's waist, managing to kick his shoes off in the process. He tipped his head to the side, giving him access to his neck but denying him any kisses in the process. He pressed his hands up against Zain's, gritting his teeth.

[zain marshal rhoston]

"What's wrong babe?" Zain drawled, voice almost dangerous. He kissed over his neck slowly, and then bit down as he pressed his body close, refusing to let go of his wrists.

---

Zain drew back just slightly, but didn't let Monroe out from under him, kissing the bite mark over his throat softly, the other over his shoulder. He had managed to get his shirt off at some point, let up on his wrists and kissed his chin. He returned to the bite marks, moist lips trying to soothing the faintly bruised indents of his teeth.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe's choked whimper sounded almost pitiful, the boy so stubborn and set in his ways he refused to show Zain just how much he was falling temporarily in love with his touch.

---

Monroe choked back a moan, turning his head away from him. The bites hurt, would serve to be a lesson to him in the morning- dont be so damn stubborn. He dropped a leg from around him, letting it fall to the floor. He bit his lip, closing his eyes as Zain kissed the marks he'd made.

[zain marshal rhoston]

The one thing Zain couldn't help was that no matter how rough he was, afterwards, and only usually with the guys, he showed what could most nearly be considered remorse for the damage he had done, and was far gentler. Unless they got into it again.

For right now with Monroe though, his kisses remained gentle over the marks, hand rubbing at his chest.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe bit his lip, his hands falling to Zain's back. He ran his fingers slowly over the smooth skin, and finally bent his other leg up beside him. "You aren't my mom. You don't have to kiss everything and make it better." Monroe muttered, tipping Zain's chin to him. He kissed him slowly, leaning close to him. His other hand ran slowly up and down his back.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain met the kiss, eyes slitting as he watched Monroe curiously. He rarely stayed long when he was finished with someone, had rarely even gone to the same person again. But something about Monroe and his rugged attitude was drawing. The competition, dominance, that they both had. He kissed him a little deeper, eyes closing.