Whoops. (For Jean!)

Of course, Nero's amusement at the attack pretty much ended as soon as he was flipped onto his stomach and received those hands slapping on his shoulder blades. He let out a loud grunt, especially as Jean dug his nails into his back. But when he felt his fingers coiling around his waistband, he let out a small smirk as those shorts were yanked down -- though it faded when they weren't yanked off.

Within moments, he understood why. Jean yanked him up into the boston crab, eliciting a muffled yell as he forced his own face into the mattress out of the pain. He knew that it was bad he couldn't even get out a boston crab -- but he really had no clue how to remove himself from submissions. He struggled and grunted against Jean as he joked, trying to get free.

"What, no…nngh…no comment about the lingerie?" Maybe he could make Jean get distracted by making him look back in order to see those panties he had worn for the match -- for Jean. How deliciously plump his ass looked in them. Surely, Jean couldn't resist going for a smack or even getting surprised that Nero had worn something like that -- which would give Nero a chance to get free.

Jean took great relief in hearing Nero struggle and groan under his control, take that ya perv! Since he had the opportunity, Jean tucked Nero's ankles under one armpit so he could lightly glide his fingers along the length of Nero's leg, once again admiring the quivering muscle beneath the skin. To make matters worse for Nero, Jean began to bounce up and down, sending surging waves of pain through the prince's back.

Nero's comment at first confused Jean, what was he going on about lingerie for? He hadn't taken a long look when he first pantsed him, he wanted to be sure he got into position right away. Was Nero possibly trying to trick him? Jean narrowed his eyes in suspicion, he'd keep his wits about him as he investigated.

As Jean's eyes lingered downwards, he was at once glad that Nero could not see the bright blush that now painted his face. Nero was wearing the most risque little pair of black panties that he seemed to be all but bulging out of. His eyes widened, and in fact he could not resist using his free hand to grope and massage Nero's ass.

"They're...." Jean started, but was at a loss of words. His mind fogged over with new dirty thoughts about the things he'd like to do to Nero in those, the things he wanted Nero to do to him. It was mouthwatering, and it definitely had a noticeable impact on Jean's application of the boston crab.

Nero grunted with each bounce on his back, biting his lower lip. Jean was too damn good at these submissions; he had to work with him later on how to get out of them! But there was no chance to ask him how to get out of them now; he had to work his own way through it, however he could. And for Nero, that involved using sex appeal.

He couldn't use hentai since he was in the lead, but he didn't have to; he could practically feel when Jean's eyes landed on the panties he wore. He couldn't help but wiggle his ass a bit, as if trying to entice Jean a bit more; he knew he had landed the blow when he felt that hand groping and massaging his ass. Perfect. He was glad that Jean couldn't see the wide smirk on his face.

"They're what?" he asked, as if he were showing them off and not in the middle of a wrestling match. He could feel Jean's grip loosen a bit as he was lost to his own fantasies, and it's not like Nero could blame him; he couldn't help but have fantasies about Jean when he was in the middle of the headscissor.

But in this case, it was an escape. He managed to get his legs out of the boston crab, letting them lie back down on the bed; they needed a moment to rest, after that excruciating hold. He moved with his torso instead to try and unseat Jean, moving like a mechanical bull to try and throw Jean to the side. But Nero would take it another step forward, shifting his legs up -- in order to pull Jean into a headscissor. "Here, have a closer look…"

Jean didn't respond as Nero asked him about what he was going to say. His mouth was slightly agape as he took the waistband of the panties and began to slide them down to expose Nero's bare ass. The feeling of the bare skin under his hand was even better, and he gave it a firm slap that made the area jiggle. It was right about then that Nero kicked his legs out from under Jean's grip and he started to back.

Jean let out a surprised yelp as he was thrown back, the back of his head crashing into Nero's. Jean scowled as he willingly rolled off to the side, rubbing the offended area as he refocused. He had to be extra extra careful not to fall victim to Nero's sex appeal, the man knew exactly what he was doing and it was proving to be deadly to Jean's game.

As he swung back to get up, it was Nero this time who surprised him with a headscissors, latching those python legs around Jean's neck. Jean let out a surprised guffaw as he sat up on his knees, immediately trying to move forward so that Nero's legs would be closer to 90 degrees with his body, and therefore harder to slam him to the mat with.

"This is...urgh...clever, but I think you're forgetting something" Jean said with a bright grin as he pulled at the insides of Nero's thighs. That wasn't working, so he started trying to wedge an arm up between his legs instead. It'd be much easier to try breaking a headscissors with an arm rather than a hand.

The first thing Nero did when he had control of the situation again was to fix the panties; they weren't coming off until the end game, Nero was going to make sure of it. The fact that Jean couldn't resist tugging them down to slap his ass was just proof that Nero's moves were working -- and also that they would probably be a bit harder to pull off as the match progressed. But not impossible.

Jean's precautions were good -- Nero, who wasn't as great at submissions, didn't notice the holes in his scissor until Jean moved about a bit. But he wasn't about to give up that easily. He could feel Jean trying to slink his hand up between his thighs in order to break his submission, and he gave a small growl -- before moving, trying to shift in order to punch Jean in his abs. Not enough to cause a lot of damage, but hopefully enough to surprise him and get him to yank the hand back out.

There was another way to ensure the headscissor remained; he grabbed for Jean's head again as he loosened the scissor ever so slightly, moving to cram him back into his crotch before trying to crank it back on. There were numerous ways that Jean could get away, but he was hoping the punch to the abs were enough to stun him. "You're right, I forgot that you like it to be up close and personal." As long as it worked, he would even go so far as to reach down and ruffle Jean's hair patronizingly.

Jean let out a grunt of pain when Nero punched him in his perfectly modeled abs, even at less than full strength it was enough to knock the wind from him unprepared. While he was recoiling, Nero used the opportunity to unclench his legs, yank Jean's head forward, and then reapply the headscissors so that the rocker was caught right in the deepest cradle of the hold.

Naturally, Nero couldn't resist rubbing Jean's face in literally and figuratively as he simultaneously taunted and forced him into his crotch. He groaned as he felt Nero's thighs flex around his head, adding enough pressure to make his head feel like it was going to pop. Like this it was harder to implement his escape strategy, but Nero had still put him in the perfect position.

"You forgot you were ahead in points" Jean declared as he shuffled his legs underhimself to sit up. He used his mouth to find exactly where Nero's cock was hiding, and began to pleasure him through the thin fabric. He kissed and licked and sucked until Nero's entire length was slick and tenting as far as the panties could be stretched.

Nero had forgotten, and that would be his downfall. Despite having just thought of it, despite having bragged about it aloud to Jean, he had still forgotten once he put Jean into a hold he liked, and a hold he loved to see Jean in. He really needed to get better with submissions in total, because he was already beginning to lose this one.

As soon as Jean began to use his mouth and pleasure him through the fabric, Nero elicited a moan. It didn't take too long for his cock to start getting hard from the "attack", and with every second, Nero was loosening his grip on Jean's head more and more. The panties stretched out around his cock, though it ended up just going along the side of his leg/hip; which, unfortunately, made it easier for Jean to get at.

Finally, Nero let out another moan, and released the grip entirely on Jean's head. "Nngh…maybe I shouldn't have challenged you until after you helped me with submission school," he groaned, still a bit euphoric from the licking to try and launch an attack -- and partly wanting to see where Jean went next.

Jean continued to attack Nero's cock when it began to slip out of his frilly little prison, which made it all that much easier to distract him. Sure enough, Nero's strength weakened more by the second, till his legs were basically just resting over Jean's shoulders. Nero was moaning up a symphony, and the big man was basically putty under his experienced hands.

Jean hummed in approval when Nero admitted he had made a mistake, he was absolutely correct in that regard. Jean slipped from between Nero's legs and nudged the man's arms to his sides, giving his cock a few strokes to keep him docile. He then mounted him in a reverse schoolboy while he lowered his mouth and took the head of Nero's exposed cock into his mouth.

"One" Jean hummed onto Nero's cock, flicking his tongue across the slit. He started to go down on him, but then backed off and let him slip out of his mouth. "If you want me to keep going, be a good little prince and lie still" he teased, slapping his hand on Nero's thigh to make the first count of his "pin" final.

Nero really needed to work on his focus; this was way too easy for Jean to turn back around on him. He couldn't help himself; not with Jean. The man that was already using hentai moves as counters knew him way too well, and Nero still had no way of forming holes in Jean's attacks. Jean was his best rival, all things considered. Which made the sex a bit hotter, if Nero was being honest.

And before he could muster up a desire to try and reverse Jean, he was stuck beneath him in the reverse schoolboy, with Jean already taking the head of his cock into his mouth -- eliciting a loud moan from the prince beneath him. Once he pulled away and gave the ultimatum, Nero had already given up those two points.

Say one thing for Nero, he didn't move, at least. A piece of him knew that once he climaxed, it would be much easier for him to regain the points -- but for right now, he was at risk of losing points anyway. He might as well give them up while he was still a point in the lead and go for the win at the end of the match anyway. So he laid still for Jean, his toes curling.

"Have I mentioned recently how goddamn sexy you are?"

As Nero mentioned how sexy he thought Jean looked, he slapped the man's thigh for the two count. It appeared that Nero had agreed to his little wager judging by the way he obediently laid there and let Jean pleasure him. Who could fault him though? A free blowjob was worth the two points you'd lose from a pin.

Jean also used the opportunity to peel those panties completely down so he could take all of Nero into his mouth, languidly bobbing up and down as he worked the man into the toe-curling ecstasy he needed. Jean slapped Nero's thigh for the third count that would award him two points, surging him into the lead at 3-2.

He pulled off of Nero's cock with a wet plop before he could finish sucking him off, oh no no, Nero was not getting that lucky this early. To reconcile this possible grievance, he flipped around and leaned down to give Nero a long kiss. "Enjoying your suggestion?" Jean grinned as he swung one leg over and got off. He wiggled backwards a few steps and sat back on his laurels, waiting for Nero to recover for the next round.