STRENGTH. (for Dave!)

Of course, when the blush on Dave's face grew, Ronin's own grew as well. He gave a single nod, trying to keep his embarrassment out of his demeanor. "Well, of course I did," he murmured in response, reaching up to scratch his cheek. "You're…well…" He moved his hands as if to gesture at Dave, removing the hand from around his shoulder so he could stand in front of him.

He took a moment, keeping a level gaze with Dave for a couple of seconds. He had to calm down a bit. It was okay. This is a friend now. He didn't need to worry. Finally, he leaned in -- and pressed his lips against Dave's for a moment, barely even three seconds long. But he didn't move far away; he kept his head down a bit, barely an inch from Dave's mouth. "That was…okay?"

Dave's eyes fluttered closed as Ronin kissed him lightly. The kiss was short, only a few seconds long, much too short for Dave's liking. When Ronin asked him what he thought, Dave's flushed face leaned forward, kissing him deeply, with his hands on the older male's chest. Dave's tongue slowly licked at his new friend's lips.

"Mmmmmm" He moaned, wanting more from him, but knew he had to pace himself.

The follow up kiss was a lot more intense, a lot more…enjoyable. Ronin leaned into it, leaned into Dave for a moment, that strong arm wrapping around the other man's torso and tugging him in tightly against that solid muscle.

When Dave licked at his lips, he shivered slightly, breaking the kiss for a moment. He met Dave's gaze for a moment, beginning to breathe a bit heavier -- and he kissed him again. Still not quite as deep as Dave did it, but he was trying!

"Mmmmmm Ronin," Dave moaned, feeling the muscular man pull him tight against his chest. Dave eve leaned his head down and planted a few kisses on his prominent pecs. From then Ronin took the lead with the kissing, while Dave surrendered control to the Japanese man. Part of his mind wished they were fighting, as he would love being dominated by Ronin. Just the thought of being pinned by this sexy man was enough to make Dave's cock twitch and harden. He wanted Ronin, and he wanted him fucking bad.

"Hey," he asked, in a bit of a daze, "Want to come over to my place? It's not far from here, and I could use the company."

The kisses on Ronin's pecs made him shudder lightly, his eyes closing for a moment before he went in for that second kiss, taking command for the moment. He had his own desires at that moment -- and they were pretty much identical to Dave's. Tossing him around in the ring, getting him pinned…maybe even do that final hold that Haru did on him. He did have his wrestling speedos on under the shorts.

He blinked at he was asked to go over to his place. "Sure. I…haven't spent time with a friend in a while." Or, y'know, ever. He wasn't one to make friends; he kept himself away from the crowd, usually. So being invited to Dave's house…well, how could he say no!

With a smile, Dave pulled Ronin to his feet, leading him out of the gym after he got his things. A few minutes later, Dave unlocked the door to his apartment, gesturing for Ronin to go inside.

"Well, since I don't have that much in the way of entertainment, what would you like to do?" he asked, dropping his bag near the door.

It was a nice, short walk; considering the heat outside and how Ronin's blood was still boiling from their kissing, he kept his shirt off the rest of the way, just putting it and the towel over his shoulder. That was all he brought, at least. He walked inside, taking his shoes off at the door, leaving him in a pair of socks and those black shorts, hiding his wrestling speedo beneath them.

"Hm. Well, if you have food, I can cook," he remarked, giving a small shrug. "But if I'm being honest, I don't think I'm quite hungry yet. Do you have any ideas? It is your house, you know better than anyone what could be done here." He smiled lightly.

Dave had a small smile on his face, "Well hot stuff, how about a friendly little bed wrestling. My bed is big enough for us to do some light sparring."

He turned to look over his shoulder at Ronin, with his tight grey shorts showing off his crotch and ass quite nicely, "What do you say Ronin? Think you can put me to the floor for the count?"

It took a moment to remember that it was all right for Dave to call him hot stuff; the knee jerk reaction was still in place. But when Ronin realized what he was asking for, he couldn't help but grin. He set the towel and shirt down, reaching down and tugging off his shorts for a moment. Of course, that just looked bad for a moment, until Dave saw what he had on under -- those tight black speedos he wore for the first match, freshly cleaned of course, with a silhouette of a grey katana on his ass, leaving little to the imagination.

"I had these on just in case someone wanted to spar in the gym," he remarked, putting his hands on his hips for a moment before stripping off his socks and putting it with the rest of his clothes, following after Dave. "Glad to see it'll be put to use!"

Dave gave off a devious grin, getting into a ready position on the bed when he and Ronin were in position. The young man's fists were in a ready position, as his toned form tensed and readied for a friendly spar.

"Here we go!" Dave called, moving in for the lock up, throwing a punch into Ronin's gut, but was shocked when it landed with a thud, having no effect! This guy must have abs of steel!