[Fic] Satisfaction
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lotus_beautyI'm doing this mostly for archiving purposes, since people want to friend this lj for these.
For reference, read Seduction first ^^v
Title: Satisfaction (Part 2)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus_beauty
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: KeitaxRyo Ryu
Warnings: threesome
Summary: followup to Seduction, Keita and Ryohei have some fun in the shower
Notes: think Guam
Seduction (Part 1)
Air filled Keita’s lungs as he breathed in and heaved a sigh of contentment. He glanced to his right to see Ryohei lying on his side next to Ryuichi, drawing lazy circles on the younger man’s chest as they talked quietly. A soft smile of satisfaction appeared on Keita’s lips as he watched the two men that he was closest to—physically and emotionally—with a feeling of relaxation. He didn’t feel embarrassed when they looked over at him, but ease at the way they all could feel comfortable together.
“Something on your minds?” Keita asked when he noticed their eyes traveling over his body.
Ryohei smirked. “Acres and acres,” he drawled in amusement.
“And it’s all ours,” Ryuichi finished for him, causing a pleased blush to appear on Keita’s cheeks. He hadn’t expected them to say something like that.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said as he sat up, trying to escape the well meant compliments. He wasn’t used to those kinds of compliments—about intimate things. He would have to get used to it, he thought as he stood and walked toward the bathroom. They were bound to do it a lot from now on.
Of course, Keita didn’t see the pleased look on their faces in response to his blush from the compliment. He also didn’t notice Ryohei’s eyes watching him as he walked away.
“Go on,” Ryuichi pushed Ryohei with a soft chuckle. “You know you want to.”
“You sure?” Ryohei asked, already getting up.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get in there eventually.” He winked and smacked the blonde’s ass.
Keita ignored whatever they were murmuring out there and started up the shower. Once it was at a temperature he could tolerate, he stepped under the spray, not bothering to close the clear glass sliding door, since he didn’t plan on staying in long. Though he contemplated differently since the spray felt so very good as it soaked into his hair and trailed down over his skin, warming him. He sighed and leaned forward to rest his head against the wall as the spray hit his upper back. Maybe he would stay in for a while. He had hurried through his shower earlier because he’d wanted to give the other two some privacy since they seemed rather amorous toward each other. Now he had the time to enjoy the warm water running atop his overworked muscles.
He pulled back, his head under the spray again when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that someone was in the bathroom. He glanced over to realize it was Ryohei watching him and straightened, the spray hitting his side as he turned toward the dancer outside the shower. His eyes widened in surprise at the intensity with which Ryohei was watching him, and at the fact that he was turned on—quite visibly so. Keita stood frozen in the hot spray, wondering what in the world to do or say, but Ryohei decided the course of action for him. The blonde moved forward, toward the shower and stepped in, reaching up with his arms to pull Keita down, crushing their lips together as he pinned the singer back against the wall. Keita hit it with a grunt, ignoring the cold tile as he concentrated on the tongue that was slipping past his lips.
As the singer lost himself in the kiss, he let his hands trail down Ryohei’s wet back, memorizing the ripple of every muscle his fingertips traveled over. The other times he’d had Ryohei like this, the dancer hadn’t given him a chance to explore his body, both having given into the need. Somehow, this time he wanted to be the one in control of the situation, even though it felt like his resolve was starting to slip when Ryohei’s usual dominance started to show. The singer felt himself giving in when those lips he loved so much were stolen away. Ryohei nibbled on his lower lip, causing Keita to moan softly as the dancer’s tongue licked across his lips. He felt the blonde kiss his chin, dropping kisses over his neck as he moved down.
His eyes flickered open to watch the young man move down but was distracted by Ryuichi watching them from just outside the door of the shower. The man’s black hair waved softly as he silently shook his head at Keita with a knowing little smirk. He mouthed something then that only Keita could understand, just as Ryohei distracted him by gently biting his nipple, eliciting another moan from the singer. Keita nodded to Ryuichi as the other man shut the shower door quietly and the singer looked down, only knowing too well what his partner was headed for and how easily he could give in if he let the dancer keep moving down.
Keita’s fingers wrapped around Ryohei’s wrists as he pulled the man back up, maneuvering him to push him against the wall beside them, pinning Ryohei’s hands to the wall to each side of his face. His look of surprise told Keita he had the upper hand, and the singer took his chance, pressing his body up against Ryohei to roll their hips together. He closed his eyes, nuzzling Ryohei’s forehead as the shorter man moaned in response, his hips bucking against Keita eagerly.
Take control. Ryuichi’s smirk had told Keita all he needed to know—Ryohei would go crazy. In his encounters with the dancer, Keita remembered he’d let Ryohei take control of the situation, mostly because he’d been shy. And it had always ended fast—short but sweet. What would happen if his partner took the dominant role? What would happen if Ryohei had to wait for his partner to make the decisions? What if he took it slow?
He felt Ryohei let out a shuddering breath, his arms shaking as he tried to free them from Keita’s grip. The singer pressed a kiss to the shorter man’s temple and felt his fight lessen, his body relaxing under Keita. Judging by his fight for dominance, it seemed like he could win always over Ryuichi, who wasn’t the type to fight for it. Had he always taken the dominant position? Didn’t he understand that the submissive one could also be in control? A glance to Ryuichi through the glass and his patented smirk answered Keita—who said Ryohei was in control?
He took a moment to release Ryohei’s wrists to move his hands up and thread their fingers together, keeping his hold of the shorter man’s arms on the wall. When Ryohei tilted his head up curiously, their eyes met and Keita took the opportunity to capture his lips, feeling the blonde kiss him back hungrily. He wanted his control back, but Keita wasn’t going to let him have it. Enjoying the feeling of those swollen lips against his own, Keita drew out the kiss and let their lips linger together for a moment before nibbling on Ryohei’s lower lip. As Ryohei’s eyes opened and locked with his, he murmured against his lips.
“Don’t move.”
Ryohei nodded and Keita nuzzled his cheek as his right hand released Ryohei’s left, his eyes following his fingers trailing lightly down the blonde’s arm to his shoulder. As his fingers drew over the dancer’s collar bone, he felt the young man shiver against him. Further exploitation of the spot had Ryohei trying to control his breathing and failing miserably, to Keita’s delight. He leaned down and kissed the spot, earning a squeeze from the hand he still had captured in his own, and continued downward.
He paused, his lips attaching to one of Ryohei’s nipples as his free hand teased the other. A soft moan floated above him as he felt Ryohei’s free hand slide through his wet hair, his fingers curling in Keita’s hair at the base of his neck. Keita continued down the young man’s torso, kissing a path down the center of his abdomen as his fingers moved down his skin beside his trail of kisses. He hesitated, about to kiss Ryohei just below his navel when the man shivered. Keita glanced at his hand, to see it tracing over Ryohei’s pelvic bone lightly, causing the reaction. He took a glimpse upward to see that Ryohei’s head had fallen back against the wall, his chest moving quickly as he gasped at the soft touches. Keita bit back a smirk as he turned his head to nibble on the spot, causing the blonde to whimper as his legs trembled. With a kiss pressed to Ryohei’s skin, he made a mental note to exploit that spot some other time and moved his hand down.
He ignored Ryohei’s obvious erection and trailed his fingers down the young man’s leg. It wasn’t until he was running his fingertips up the blonde’s inner thigh that he earned another shiver from the young man as well as hearing him try to bite back a moan. Keita couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward to lick up the inside of Ryohei’s thigh, finally earning an eager moan from his partner. He gazed upward again to be caught in an intense look; the pleasure oozing from Ryohei’s every pore. He didn’t stop, carving out a path with his tongue all the way up the wet body in front of his until their lips met in a deep, fervent kiss.
“I want you,” Keita managed to get out between the kisses, and Ryohei just nodded impatiently, unable to voice his agreement except in the freedom of his hands reaching down to squeeze Keita’s ass. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning at the move, watching Ryohei smile as he squeezed a few more times.
“We finished it off,” the blonde said quietly, stealing another lingering kiss from Keita, who gave it up willingly.
Keita glanced at the shelf in the shower and stole a bottle off of it. “We can sacrifice Ryu’s conditioner,” he replied, reaching up to open it as Ryohei snatched it from him.
“Let me,” he breathed against Keita’s lips, getting no argument from the taller man.
The singer rested his forehead against the shorter man’s shoulder and sighed relaxed as Ryohei’s fingers closed around his sensitive flesh, spreading the stolen lubrication over him more gently than he expected. He heard Ryohei place the bottle back on the shelf and felt the man’s arms slide over his shoulders and around his neck. Patiently, he waited as the blonde flexed his arms and pulled himself. Keita took his cue and hooked his arms under Ryohei’s legs and pinned him up against the shower wall, waiting a moment to make sure the blonde was secure in his position before moving an inch.
As their eyes locked, Keita hesitated for a moment, fighting the urge to kiss Ryohei as he gradually pressed himself into his lover, the pace achingly slow for both of them. Once he was fully in, Keita stopped to gather his wits, trembling slightly as he resisted the urge to take the blonde hard and fast. It was Ryohei who caved first, whimpering softly as he tried to gain some semblance of power in his vulnerable position, but he could barely even push against Keita or any type of friction. His head fell back then to the side and he froze, his hand thrusting out to hit the glass door flat and slide down as he wiped away the fog of condensation from it, moaning as he stared intensely through the glass. Confused by the blonde’s actions, Keita turned his head, his mouth dropping open in shock as his eyes took in the image of Ryuichi sitting on the counter, leaning back against the wall with his legs spread, and a hand between them gripping his cock as his lust hazed eyes watched them.
Keita watched Ryohei’s fingers curl against the glass as he slowly pulled himself out and pushed back in, his pace the same. Pulling his eyes away from their voyeur companion, Keita kept his hips moving as he dragged his tongue over the blonde’s collar bone, earning a soft moan and both of the blonde’s hands running through his hair. He was willingly drawn in for another kiss, his lover’s lips suddenly becoming a drug to him. He found himself hanging on to the kiss just as was the blonde, their lips still touching as their breaths mingled between them. Keita loved the way he could get Ryohei to gasp and moan; depending on the smallest of changes in the way he slowly pressed himself into his lover. He wished he could run his hands all over the young man’s body, to find every little spot that made him squirm in pleasure. But Ryohei wasn’t the only one affected by their slow lovemaking.
With every soft gasp and sigh that escaped the dancer’s lips, Keita found himself fighting desperately to keep himself from throwing away his plans to just pound his hips against the man he kept trapped. He couldn’t tell if Ryohei knew this though, because the young man had become all but limp under his ministrations. It seemed the dancer was finally enjoying his submissive side and was leaving all the work to Keita—who of course didn’t mind this at all.
“Stop.”
He almost couldn’t. Ryohei hissed against his lips as his body shuddered in defiance. A whimper escaped him before he could stop it and he found the blonde stealing a kiss from him.
“You’re so close,” Ryohei whispered as he nuzzled their noses together.
Keita only nodded, nuzzling back as he wasn’t sure he could be as coherent at this stage.
“Me too,” the blonde purred and rolled his hips against Keita causing a shiver to run down his spine as he watched his lover’s head fall back as he moaned in pleasure. So, if Keita rolled his hips just so—and he did, watching as Ryohei’s back arched, his fingers digging into Keita’s back. The singer winced as he remembered Ryuichi doing the same thing, and hoped they both didn’t leave obviously visible marks. But that was the last thing on his mind as Ryohei pulled his head from the wall and murmured against his lips again.
“Just…just a few more.. and we’ll both…” he never finished, Keita crushing their lips together as he moved his hips—not fast, but not slow either. The small change in his pace seemed to mean everything, because not a few thrusts later their kiss was broken as they both hit their climax. Keita cried out as the wave of pleasure ran through him over and over, their bodies still moving against one another. He could hear Ryohei moan—feel him rolling their bodies together as the orgasm ate up all his energy.
He didn’t know when it ended, but knew the bliss was still lingering as they leaned against each other, relaxing in their post-orgasmic euphoria. Keita panted exhausted, feeling Ryohei’s breath on his lips. Their foreheads rested together as the world around them seemed to fade away. Somehow, for that moment, everything felt right—perfect.
The singer was about to rest his forehead on Ryohei’s shoulder when the blonde’s hands caught his cheeks and a kiss was pressed to his lips. How did he recover so fast? When the kiss ended, their lips were together again. Keita felt Ryohei smile and did the same, stealing another short, sweet kiss from him.
“I’m going to let you down,” he told the dancer, immensely grateful for his flexibility at that point. Ryohei nodded and waited as Keita pulled out of him, hissing at the loss of having Ryohei around him before carefully and slowly lowering his legs. He wrapped his arms around the blonde to keep him from falling as he tested his balance and found himself not wanting to let go. But he’d already had his fulfillment and sighed as he started to release the dancer only to find Ryohei holding him tightly.
Ryohei tilted his head up and caught Keita’s eyes. “That was amazing.” He pulled the singer down for a kiss, just like when he’d entered the shower and Keita felt satisfaction oozing from every pore in his body. He poured his heart into the kiss, feeling Ryohei doing the same before the kiss finally ended and their lips parted.
“Next time,” Ryohei confirmed, “I’ll let you explore every inch of my body if you’ll do the same.” He laughed when Keita nodded emphatically.
The singer blushed at his eagerness. “I’d like that.”
“Good. Now let’s get cleaned up before Ryuichi gets lonely.” Ryohei pushed Keita out of the way to wash himself in the water’s spray. Keita leaned against the wall and found himself admiring the dancer’s body before Ryohei turned and pulled him into the spray, running his hands over Keita to wash him thoroughly—and the singer enjoyed every second.
Once Ryohei deemed them clean, he shut the water off and opened the door to lead Keita out. He was surprised to see Ryuichi resting comfortably on the counter still, the only difference being that he looked quite content, if a little tired instead of seductive as before. He couldn’t stop his look of amazement and incredulity as Ryohei bent over the tired young man and licked his abdomen clean from the mess he’d made. He had clearly enjoyed himself just as much as they had. A passionate kiss from Ryohei on Ryuichi’s lips told Keita that they both still had energy left.
“Rabbits,” he muttered in amusement as he toweled his hair and body, causing them to laugh quietly.
“Well, after all that enthusiasm about showering with Keita, you didn’t get to,” Ryohei teased as he caught a towel from Keita.
Ryuichi mock pouted. “You’re right.” He smirked deviously, recovering and catching Keita’s eyes. “I’ll get to eventually.”
“Is that a threat?” Keita laughed.
“It’s a promise.” He winked.
Keita smiled in the satisfaction that this was only the beginning.
To part 3
For reference, read Seduction first ^^v
Title: Satisfaction (Part 2)
Author:
lotus_beautyRating: NC-17
Pairings: KeitaxRyo Ryu
Warnings: threesome
Summary: followup to Seduction, Keita and Ryohei have some fun in the shower
Notes: think Guam
Seduction (Part 1)
Air filled Keita’s lungs as he breathed in and heaved a sigh of contentment. He glanced to his right to see Ryohei lying on his side next to Ryuichi, drawing lazy circles on the younger man’s chest as they talked quietly. A soft smile of satisfaction appeared on Keita’s lips as he watched the two men that he was closest to—physically and emotionally—with a feeling of relaxation. He didn’t feel embarrassed when they looked over at him, but ease at the way they all could feel comfortable together.
“Something on your minds?” Keita asked when he noticed their eyes traveling over his body.
Ryohei smirked. “Acres and acres,” he drawled in amusement.
“And it’s all ours,” Ryuichi finished for him, causing a pleased blush to appear on Keita’s cheeks. He hadn’t expected them to say something like that.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said as he sat up, trying to escape the well meant compliments. He wasn’t used to those kinds of compliments—about intimate things. He would have to get used to it, he thought as he stood and walked toward the bathroom. They were bound to do it a lot from now on.
Of course, Keita didn’t see the pleased look on their faces in response to his blush from the compliment. He also didn’t notice Ryohei’s eyes watching him as he walked away.
“Go on,” Ryuichi pushed Ryohei with a soft chuckle. “You know you want to.”
“You sure?” Ryohei asked, already getting up.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get in there eventually.” He winked and smacked the blonde’s ass.
Keita ignored whatever they were murmuring out there and started up the shower. Once it was at a temperature he could tolerate, he stepped under the spray, not bothering to close the clear glass sliding door, since he didn’t plan on staying in long. Though he contemplated differently since the spray felt so very good as it soaked into his hair and trailed down over his skin, warming him. He sighed and leaned forward to rest his head against the wall as the spray hit his upper back. Maybe he would stay in for a while. He had hurried through his shower earlier because he’d wanted to give the other two some privacy since they seemed rather amorous toward each other. Now he had the time to enjoy the warm water running atop his overworked muscles.
He pulled back, his head under the spray again when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that someone was in the bathroom. He glanced over to realize it was Ryohei watching him and straightened, the spray hitting his side as he turned toward the dancer outside the shower. His eyes widened in surprise at the intensity with which Ryohei was watching him, and at the fact that he was turned on—quite visibly so. Keita stood frozen in the hot spray, wondering what in the world to do or say, but Ryohei decided the course of action for him. The blonde moved forward, toward the shower and stepped in, reaching up with his arms to pull Keita down, crushing their lips together as he pinned the singer back against the wall. Keita hit it with a grunt, ignoring the cold tile as he concentrated on the tongue that was slipping past his lips.
As the singer lost himself in the kiss, he let his hands trail down Ryohei’s wet back, memorizing the ripple of every muscle his fingertips traveled over. The other times he’d had Ryohei like this, the dancer hadn’t given him a chance to explore his body, both having given into the need. Somehow, this time he wanted to be the one in control of the situation, even though it felt like his resolve was starting to slip when Ryohei’s usual dominance started to show. The singer felt himself giving in when those lips he loved so much were stolen away. Ryohei nibbled on his lower lip, causing Keita to moan softly as the dancer’s tongue licked across his lips. He felt the blonde kiss his chin, dropping kisses over his neck as he moved down.
His eyes flickered open to watch the young man move down but was distracted by Ryuichi watching them from just outside the door of the shower. The man’s black hair waved softly as he silently shook his head at Keita with a knowing little smirk. He mouthed something then that only Keita could understand, just as Ryohei distracted him by gently biting his nipple, eliciting another moan from the singer. Keita nodded to Ryuichi as the other man shut the shower door quietly and the singer looked down, only knowing too well what his partner was headed for and how easily he could give in if he let the dancer keep moving down.
Keita’s fingers wrapped around Ryohei’s wrists as he pulled the man back up, maneuvering him to push him against the wall beside them, pinning Ryohei’s hands to the wall to each side of his face. His look of surprise told Keita he had the upper hand, and the singer took his chance, pressing his body up against Ryohei to roll their hips together. He closed his eyes, nuzzling Ryohei’s forehead as the shorter man moaned in response, his hips bucking against Keita eagerly.
Take control. Ryuichi’s smirk had told Keita all he needed to know—Ryohei would go crazy. In his encounters with the dancer, Keita remembered he’d let Ryohei take control of the situation, mostly because he’d been shy. And it had always ended fast—short but sweet. What would happen if his partner took the dominant role? What would happen if Ryohei had to wait for his partner to make the decisions? What if he took it slow?
He felt Ryohei let out a shuddering breath, his arms shaking as he tried to free them from Keita’s grip. The singer pressed a kiss to the shorter man’s temple and felt his fight lessen, his body relaxing under Keita. Judging by his fight for dominance, it seemed like he could win always over Ryuichi, who wasn’t the type to fight for it. Had he always taken the dominant position? Didn’t he understand that the submissive one could also be in control? A glance to Ryuichi through the glass and his patented smirk answered Keita—who said Ryohei was in control?
He took a moment to release Ryohei’s wrists to move his hands up and thread their fingers together, keeping his hold of the shorter man’s arms on the wall. When Ryohei tilted his head up curiously, their eyes met and Keita took the opportunity to capture his lips, feeling the blonde kiss him back hungrily. He wanted his control back, but Keita wasn’t going to let him have it. Enjoying the feeling of those swollen lips against his own, Keita drew out the kiss and let their lips linger together for a moment before nibbling on Ryohei’s lower lip. As Ryohei’s eyes opened and locked with his, he murmured against his lips.
“Don’t move.”
Ryohei nodded and Keita nuzzled his cheek as his right hand released Ryohei’s left, his eyes following his fingers trailing lightly down the blonde’s arm to his shoulder. As his fingers drew over the dancer’s collar bone, he felt the young man shiver against him. Further exploitation of the spot had Ryohei trying to control his breathing and failing miserably, to Keita’s delight. He leaned down and kissed the spot, earning a squeeze from the hand he still had captured in his own, and continued downward.
He paused, his lips attaching to one of Ryohei’s nipples as his free hand teased the other. A soft moan floated above him as he felt Ryohei’s free hand slide through his wet hair, his fingers curling in Keita’s hair at the base of his neck. Keita continued down the young man’s torso, kissing a path down the center of his abdomen as his fingers moved down his skin beside his trail of kisses. He hesitated, about to kiss Ryohei just below his navel when the man shivered. Keita glanced at his hand, to see it tracing over Ryohei’s pelvic bone lightly, causing the reaction. He took a glimpse upward to see that Ryohei’s head had fallen back against the wall, his chest moving quickly as he gasped at the soft touches. Keita bit back a smirk as he turned his head to nibble on the spot, causing the blonde to whimper as his legs trembled. With a kiss pressed to Ryohei’s skin, he made a mental note to exploit that spot some other time and moved his hand down.
He ignored Ryohei’s obvious erection and trailed his fingers down the young man’s leg. It wasn’t until he was running his fingertips up the blonde’s inner thigh that he earned another shiver from the young man as well as hearing him try to bite back a moan. Keita couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward to lick up the inside of Ryohei’s thigh, finally earning an eager moan from his partner. He gazed upward again to be caught in an intense look; the pleasure oozing from Ryohei’s every pore. He didn’t stop, carving out a path with his tongue all the way up the wet body in front of his until their lips met in a deep, fervent kiss.
“I want you,” Keita managed to get out between the kisses, and Ryohei just nodded impatiently, unable to voice his agreement except in the freedom of his hands reaching down to squeeze Keita’s ass. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning at the move, watching Ryohei smile as he squeezed a few more times.
“We finished it off,” the blonde said quietly, stealing another lingering kiss from Keita, who gave it up willingly.
Keita glanced at the shelf in the shower and stole a bottle off of it. “We can sacrifice Ryu’s conditioner,” he replied, reaching up to open it as Ryohei snatched it from him.
“Let me,” he breathed against Keita’s lips, getting no argument from the taller man.
The singer rested his forehead against the shorter man’s shoulder and sighed relaxed as Ryohei’s fingers closed around his sensitive flesh, spreading the stolen lubrication over him more gently than he expected. He heard Ryohei place the bottle back on the shelf and felt the man’s arms slide over his shoulders and around his neck. Patiently, he waited as the blonde flexed his arms and pulled himself. Keita took his cue and hooked his arms under Ryohei’s legs and pinned him up against the shower wall, waiting a moment to make sure the blonde was secure in his position before moving an inch.
As their eyes locked, Keita hesitated for a moment, fighting the urge to kiss Ryohei as he gradually pressed himself into his lover, the pace achingly slow for both of them. Once he was fully in, Keita stopped to gather his wits, trembling slightly as he resisted the urge to take the blonde hard and fast. It was Ryohei who caved first, whimpering softly as he tried to gain some semblance of power in his vulnerable position, but he could barely even push against Keita or any type of friction. His head fell back then to the side and he froze, his hand thrusting out to hit the glass door flat and slide down as he wiped away the fog of condensation from it, moaning as he stared intensely through the glass. Confused by the blonde’s actions, Keita turned his head, his mouth dropping open in shock as his eyes took in the image of Ryuichi sitting on the counter, leaning back against the wall with his legs spread, and a hand between them gripping his cock as his lust hazed eyes watched them.
Keita watched Ryohei’s fingers curl against the glass as he slowly pulled himself out and pushed back in, his pace the same. Pulling his eyes away from their voyeur companion, Keita kept his hips moving as he dragged his tongue over the blonde’s collar bone, earning a soft moan and both of the blonde’s hands running through his hair. He was willingly drawn in for another kiss, his lover’s lips suddenly becoming a drug to him. He found himself hanging on to the kiss just as was the blonde, their lips still touching as their breaths mingled between them. Keita loved the way he could get Ryohei to gasp and moan; depending on the smallest of changes in the way he slowly pressed himself into his lover. He wished he could run his hands all over the young man’s body, to find every little spot that made him squirm in pleasure. But Ryohei wasn’t the only one affected by their slow lovemaking.
With every soft gasp and sigh that escaped the dancer’s lips, Keita found himself fighting desperately to keep himself from throwing away his plans to just pound his hips against the man he kept trapped. He couldn’t tell if Ryohei knew this though, because the young man had become all but limp under his ministrations. It seemed the dancer was finally enjoying his submissive side and was leaving all the work to Keita—who of course didn’t mind this at all.
“Stop.”
He almost couldn’t. Ryohei hissed against his lips as his body shuddered in defiance. A whimper escaped him before he could stop it and he found the blonde stealing a kiss from him.
“You’re so close,” Ryohei whispered as he nuzzled their noses together.
Keita only nodded, nuzzling back as he wasn’t sure he could be as coherent at this stage.
“Me too,” the blonde purred and rolled his hips against Keita causing a shiver to run down his spine as he watched his lover’s head fall back as he moaned in pleasure. So, if Keita rolled his hips just so—and he did, watching as Ryohei’s back arched, his fingers digging into Keita’s back. The singer winced as he remembered Ryuichi doing the same thing, and hoped they both didn’t leave obviously visible marks. But that was the last thing on his mind as Ryohei pulled his head from the wall and murmured against his lips again.
“Just…just a few more.. and we’ll both…” he never finished, Keita crushing their lips together as he moved his hips—not fast, but not slow either. The small change in his pace seemed to mean everything, because not a few thrusts later their kiss was broken as they both hit their climax. Keita cried out as the wave of pleasure ran through him over and over, their bodies still moving against one another. He could hear Ryohei moan—feel him rolling their bodies together as the orgasm ate up all his energy.
He didn’t know when it ended, but knew the bliss was still lingering as they leaned against each other, relaxing in their post-orgasmic euphoria. Keita panted exhausted, feeling Ryohei’s breath on his lips. Their foreheads rested together as the world around them seemed to fade away. Somehow, for that moment, everything felt right—perfect.
The singer was about to rest his forehead on Ryohei’s shoulder when the blonde’s hands caught his cheeks and a kiss was pressed to his lips. How did he recover so fast? When the kiss ended, their lips were together again. Keita felt Ryohei smile and did the same, stealing another short, sweet kiss from him.
“I’m going to let you down,” he told the dancer, immensely grateful for his flexibility at that point. Ryohei nodded and waited as Keita pulled out of him, hissing at the loss of having Ryohei around him before carefully and slowly lowering his legs. He wrapped his arms around the blonde to keep him from falling as he tested his balance and found himself not wanting to let go. But he’d already had his fulfillment and sighed as he started to release the dancer only to find Ryohei holding him tightly.
Ryohei tilted his head up and caught Keita’s eyes. “That was amazing.” He pulled the singer down for a kiss, just like when he’d entered the shower and Keita felt satisfaction oozing from every pore in his body. He poured his heart into the kiss, feeling Ryohei doing the same before the kiss finally ended and their lips parted.
“Next time,” Ryohei confirmed, “I’ll let you explore every inch of my body if you’ll do the same.” He laughed when Keita nodded emphatically.
The singer blushed at his eagerness. “I’d like that.”
“Good. Now let’s get cleaned up before Ryuichi gets lonely.” Ryohei pushed Keita out of the way to wash himself in the water’s spray. Keita leaned against the wall and found himself admiring the dancer’s body before Ryohei turned and pulled him into the spray, running his hands over Keita to wash him thoroughly—and the singer enjoyed every second.
Once Ryohei deemed them clean, he shut the water off and opened the door to lead Keita out. He was surprised to see Ryuichi resting comfortably on the counter still, the only difference being that he looked quite content, if a little tired instead of seductive as before. He couldn’t stop his look of amazement and incredulity as Ryohei bent over the tired young man and licked his abdomen clean from the mess he’d made. He had clearly enjoyed himself just as much as they had. A passionate kiss from Ryohei on Ryuichi’s lips told Keita that they both still had energy left.
“Rabbits,” he muttered in amusement as he toweled his hair and body, causing them to laugh quietly.
“Well, after all that enthusiasm about showering with Keita, you didn’t get to,” Ryohei teased as he caught a towel from Keita.
Ryuichi mock pouted. “You’re right.” He smirked deviously, recovering and catching Keita’s eyes. “I’ll get to eventually.”
“Is that a threat?” Keita laughed.
“It’s a promise.” He winked.
Keita smiled in the satisfaction that this was only the beginning.
To part 3
