[Fic] Moderation
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lotus_beautyI'm posting these separate because they're so damn long >>;
This was originally posted on Halloween.
Title: Moderation
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus_beauty
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: RyoxRyu
Warnings: well you should know the deal by now lol
Summary: On Halloween, Ryohei puts his lessons to good use
Notes: Ryohei is still blonde, so nya~
1: Seduction
2: Satisfaction
3: Persuation
4: Instruction
“Do you have a death wish?” Ryohei watched as Ryuichi looked up into the mirror at his blonde lover behind him, over his shoulder. He grinned to watch the young man laugh in surprise and turn to him.
“Where did you get those teeth?” Ryuichi asked, maybe a little jealous inflection in his tone.
Ryohei couldn’t stop grinning and glanced at the vampire teeth he’d just put in. “One of the makeup artists gave them to me.”
“I almost wish I’d decided to be a vampire,” the rapper huffed before looking his lover up and down. “No cape?”
“You think I should have one?” Ryohei tilted his head thoughtfully. “I thought it might be overkill with this coat.”
“I imagined vampires with cloaks, but the long coat looks good on you.” Ryuichi’s eyes sparkled for a moment. “Very sexy.” Uh oh.
“Oh?” The blonde smirked and looked over the other. “I think you look good as a pirate. I like the bandana and beads.”
“It took forever to get the beads to look right.” Ryuichi turned to the mirror again and looked disapprovingly at the beads. The dancer reached out and caught his hands before he could fiddle with them.
“They look good, as do you,” he murmured and wrapped his arms around the younger man to feel the rapper lean back against him. They were an odd pair, he decided as he gazed over their costumes in the mirror.
“Never thought a pirate would sleep with a vampire.”
Ryohei laughed. “You read my thoughts, but I know why.”
“Oh? Why?” Ryuichi looked unconvinced.
Ryohei dipped his head down as he brushed Ryuichi’s hair away to nibble on the young man’s neck, earning a surprised shiver. He felt a glimmer of smugness inside.
“I stand corrected,” the rapper said with a laugh.
“So can you do that walk you were talking about?” Ryohei asked as Ryuichi stood away from him.
“Sure! I practiced!” He assured the dancer. Ryohei watched in mild surprise as Ryuichi started to do the walk—no, not walk. Strut—drunken swaggering strut. He couldn’t help from feeling impressed. He laughed when Ryuichi started to say the pirate’s lines just as he’d heard in the movie. He laughed even harder when the younger man tripped over his own two feet and lay sprawled on the floor.
“Apparently, you didn’t practice enough,” Ryohei said through his laugher as Ryuichi pouted. “Want me to kiss your booboo?”
Ryuichi smirked deviously, nibbling on his lower lip as he contemplated his answer. Ryohei could just see the cogs in his brain ticking and working out a way to turn this into the rapper’s favor. He realized it already was as the young man had unconsciously shifted and looked up at his lover in a way that begged Ryohei to violate him in every way he could think of. The blonde didn’t realize he was moving until he was standing right over Ryuichi and kneeling down to lean over his lover and capture his lips. Surrendering to the kiss, Ryohei felt Ryuichi deepen the kiss, the young man’s tongue slipping past his lips and felt the young man inspecting his new teeth. The blonde made a mental note to get more of these teeth, knowing how much Ryuichi liked them.
The kiss ended when Ryohei’s phone rang in his pocket. He was unfortunately distracted as Ryuichi nuzzled him, trying to coax him into another kiss. He almost gave in as there was a loud knock on the door.
“Keita,” Ryohei muttered as he pulled out his phone and looked at it. Indeed, it was the young man. “Yeah?” he said into it.
“Are you going to let me in?”
“Yeah, just give me—aaaah!” Ryohei couldn’t have possibly stopped that moan. He threw the little imp under him a look, trying to decide between pleasure and displeasure as he took note of the silence on the other end of the phone. “Keita?”
“You said you’d wait til after the party!”
Ryohei bit back a laugh as Ryuichi looked half guilty, half mischievous. “We are! We’re coming now.”
“I can tell.”
“I’m hanging up now,” the blonde said through laughter and flipped his phone shut. “Come, sir pirate. Time to make an appearance.” He stood and helped the drunken sailor up.
“What’s in it for me?” Ryuichi gave him a disbelieving look, already in character.
Ryohei stepped close. “If you’re good, I promise you’ll see stars tonight.”
A smirk appeared on Ryuichi’s lips. “Sounds delightful.”
~***~
Keita made a noise as he was dropped onto the couch and rolled over, cuddling against the back cushions. Ryohei shrugged at his pirate, who shrugged back with a grin. They’d never had a drunken John Travolta look-a-like snoozing on their couch before. Ryohei crouched and ran a hand through Keita’s hair. Sometimes he couldn’t help thinking of Keita as a child that had to be taken care of, something he didn’t mind doing at all.
He heard Ryuichi sigh tiredly and glanced over to watch the young man stretch as he walked away to the kitchen counter. Ryuichi took his pirate hat off and set it on the counter before peeling off the fake mustache he’d put on before their friend’s party. The blonde looked down to see that Keita was indeed asleep before abandoning him. He crept up behind Ryuichi just as he was about to untie the sash around his waste when Ryohei caught his arms.
“That’s my job,” he murmured into his lover’s ear as he hugged him around his middle and placed a kiss on his ear.
Ryuichi sighed contented and leaned back against the dancer. “You always know exactly what to say.” He turned in Ryohei’s arms, giving him a smile before gracing his lips with a kiss. Ryohei found himself diving into that kiss headfirst as his tongue slipped past the younger man’s lips and his hands found the sash around Ryuichi’s waist, untying it to let it slip to the floor. He was distracted when the other man’s tongue inspected his new teeth again before the kiss ended.
“How long will those stay on?”
He grinned, showing the teeth off. “Quite some time.”
Ryuichi nibbled on his bottom lip mischievously as Ryohei took his hand and led him away to their bedroom. To keep from waking Keita up (Ryuichi’s moans were ridiculously loud often times) Ryohei lightly kicked the door to near shut and watched Ryuichi move past him to the bed, letting the younger man’s hand slip from his own. He let his eyes wander over Ryuichi in vague interest as he pulled the belt and toy pistol from his hips and tossed them away. When Ryuichi turned to him, he knew it was his turn.
“I know you’d stop me if I tried to take anything else off,” he said as the blonde stopped, their noses a hair apart.
“Very perceptive of you.” Ryohei nuzzled their noses together, earning a smile.
“I know you.” He leaned up and kissed Ryohei’s nose, causing a tingling feeling to alight in the blonde’s chest. He could only smile in response. He didn’t know how to articulate a feeling like that besides lean closer and press a kiss to his lover, which he did. As Ryuichi’s arms slipped over his shoulders, the feeling grew, and so too did their kiss grow deeper. The feeling changed though when Ryuichi’s hands slipped down his chest, around his middle and down to squeeze his behind.
“I must say,” Ryuichi broke the kiss to speak, squeezing as he did so. “I love these tight leather pants on you.” A giggle betrayed him to make Ryohei laugh.
“I knew you’d like these, even if they’re too tight for my taste,” he stole another kiss.
“They’ll be off soon enough,” the younger man replied as his hands left the blonde’s behind to unbutton his shirt.
The feeling flared up in his chest again as Ryuichi’s hands traced over his now bare chest. His investigative fingers traced over Ryohei’s hip bone as they both reached for a kiss. With a gentle push, the blonde felt his lover freeing his shoulders from his shirt and jacket, and let the garments fall to the floor. Before the man could get any further, Ryohei decided it was his turn and undid the ties on the pirate’s pants; making short work of what he thought might be more complicated. Once loose, he pulled Ryuichi’s shirt out and pulled it up over his head—though for a moment he let Ryuichi get tangled in it, sniggering before pulling it off. Claiming he’d saved his lover from the offending piece of clothing, he kissed the young man before pushing him onto the bed.
Ryuichi laughed. “What would you like as your prize for saving me? Not that a pirate needs saving or anything…”
Ryohei leaned over the young man and tugged his pants and underwear off unceremoniously. “You.”
“Good, because I don’t really have much else,” he said as he looked down at himself. “And you, sir, are far too overdressed.”
“My apologies.” Ryohei bowed and when he was straightening back up, he saw Ryuichi twirling a finger at him to turn around. The blonde however was slightly distracted by the way his lover had positioned himself on one side, leaning on his arm as he eyed the dancer like his prey. Ryohei swallowed the urge to jump him and turned around, bending over to give his lover the view he wished for as he took off his socks, and then his pants and boxers. He turned back to his lover to see the lust sparkling in his eyes. Not one to just stand and look a gift horse in the mouth, he crawled onto the bed and over his lover, stealing a kiss as Ryuichi’s hands found his behind again. Amused by his lover’s fixation for his ass tonight, Ryohei decided it was time for a little distraction.
Breaking the kiss, he nibbled his way down Ryuichi’s neck before finally settling on a spot to sink his new teeth into. The young man froze before moaning softly. He then kissed his way down the rapper’s chest, his finger tips following lightly over the skin. As he pressed a kiss just above his lover’s navel, he saw Ryuichi’s hands digging into the bedspread instead of his behind. Score one for vampire. His momentary distraction allowed him to be caught off guard as Ryuichi rolled them over and sat on the blonde’s abdomen with a smirk.
“I like those teeth.” Ryuichi leaned down and placed a light kiss on the dancer’s lips.
Ryohei raised an eyebrow in amusement and glanced down. “I can tell.”
“Hmm, you always have this effect on me.” A smile graced his lips.
“Go raid the supplies, pirate, and I’ll meet you at the headboard.” Ryohei punctuated his order with a kiss and let Ryuichi go as the young man slipped off his body. Pushing up, he scooted backward to sit with his back resting against the headboard, and not too soon. Ryuichi was in his lap before he could blink. This pirate had ambition.
Before he could speak—hell, think—Ryuichi’s lips were on his, the young man’s tongue slipping past his lips again. He felt his coherency slipping as his lover exploited his weak spots as they kissed, his body betraying his plans as it shivered in response. Ryohei broke the kiss with a moan when he felt his lover’s hand stroke him with a deliciously slick liquid. He wasn’t going to make this easy, was he? Ryohei panted as he tried to recover from the attack, but he just wasn’t fast enough. His head fell back in defeat as he felt Ryuichi lower onto him and couldn’t make himself protest to the pleasure. He reached back to grip the headboard as his lover moved up and down, quickly stroking over him to elicit a pleasure he wanted so badly. But he had to stop him.
With an iron will, Ryohei let go of the headboard to rest his hands on Ryuichi’s hips.
“Slow,” he said quietly, closing his eyes as he guided the young man up and down, slower and slower. A hiss escaped him as he heard his lover moan. “Stop.” He heard a whimper escape Ryuichi as he had stopped with Ryohei fully inside him. Ryuichi’s breath played over the dancer’s lips as he let his hands feel their way up the younger man’s chest to his shoulders as he leaned closer. He nuzzled the young man’s collar bone before dragging his lips up to Ryuichi’s neck to nibble and bite it again. The rapper shuddered at the act, causing Ryohei to moan softly, his every little movement being felt through their contact.
A smile graced his lips as he heard Ryuichi mutter a string of incoherent words. He always did have a way with words. With a kiss to Ryuichi’s shoulder, he opened his eyes to look up and catch the young man’s eyes to see the deep trust they had gained over the years. He didn’t have to ask as his lover captured his lips and the blonde shifted, their kiss breaking as their position changed, Ryuichi lying back on the bed with Ryohei over him, their eyes still locked. The dancer licked his lips and had to take a moment to gather his wits as the shift had made his groin cry out in protest for the lack of movement.
Surprise distracted him as Ryuichi caught his hands and weaved their fingers together as he pulled the dancer down to lean over him. As Ryuichi was about to speak, he hushed the young man with a kiss as he finally let his hips move again, slowly this time. The two were lost in the kiss as their bodies moved in unison, their hands still linked as they rested to each side of Ryuichi. Their lips finally parted for some much needed air as their eyes locked again. Entranced by one another’s movements, they exchanged light kisses and touches with their lips. Every time a soft moan or gasp escaped his lover, Ryohei felt it push him closer and closer, Ryuichi’s voice an aphrodisiac to him. And with every stroke, the intensity in his voice raised.
Ryohei rolled his hips, pushing into his lover faster to earn a deep moan and watched as Ryuichi’s eyes unfocused. The dancer shifted and thrust his hips again as he sank his teeth into his lover’s neck to feel his body shudder and his head fall back in absolute pleasure. He drove his lover over the edge, thrusting his hips faster to feel Ryuichi tighten around him. He felt a shiver drive up his own spine and kept his hips moving before an orgasm finally tore through him and he emptied himself into his lover, for once feeling like the pleasure was never going to end.
He found himself atop over his lover, panting against his shoulder as he realized one of Ryuichi’s hands was lightly tracing over his back. He closed his eyes with a feeling of triumph and kissed his lover’s shoulder.
“Ryohei?”
“Hn?”
“Let’s try it slower next time.”
He couldn’t stop the smile from taking over. “You read my mind.”
“You know,” Ryuichi drawled as his fingertips never stopped caressing Ryohei’s back lightly. “We should thank Keita.”
“Mm. We should. But I’m not sure if I can move yet.”
The rapper laughed. “Me neither.”
Ryohei sighed contented as they lay together. He didn’t really know how long they held one another like that, but they would have to move some time. With a light grunt, he levered himself up a little, stole a short kiss and finally pulled away from Ryuichi to sit back on the bed, pulling his lover up with the hand that was still linked to his. Ryuichi however, surprised him with a much more enthusiastic kiss.
“Thank you.” He smiled.
A sudden blush engulfed Ryohei’s cheeks and he looked down feeling oddly proud of himself. It wasn’t often that something new in their relationship made him feel that way, so he cherished the feeling for that moment, even if he did feel a little embarrassed for blushing. He was glad Ryuichi had been kind enough not to exploit it.
“I’m going to see if Keita’s awake,” he said as he ruffled Ryuichi’s hair and slipped off the bed. After a moment of searching, he found his boxers and slipped them on before going out to see about their drunken friend. He stopped short when he saw Keita moving toward him, but not the way he would normally walk.
“Ryohei?” he asked squinting.
“Keita? Are you okay?” the blonde asked concerned.
“I think I’m going to be sick…” Keita looked a little greenish…
Ryohei reacted with an amazing speed he hadn’t had not five minutes ago, directing Keita into the bathroom and lifting the lid just before the young man emptied the contents of his stomach into it. Ryohei bit his lip to keep from laughing and knelt down behind Keita to rub his back soothingly—or so he hoped.
“What’s going on?” Ryuichi asked as he peered into the bathroom confused. He covered his mouth and snickered when Keita looked up at him from his position near the bowl. The mournful expression on his face made Ryohei shush his lover.
“Can’t you be the least bit sympathetic?” Keita muttered. “You’ve been in my position.”
“And who laughed at me for the hangover I had the next day? Really loudly I might add,” Ryuichi pointed out as Ryohei snickered at the memory.
Keita groaned. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”
“Do you think it’s finished?” the blonde asked to receive a nod. He glanced up to see Ryuichi filling a cup with water before turned and handed it to the pale singer. Ryohei took the moment to stand as Keita washed his mouth clean and flushed the toilet.
“Need help?” Ryuichi held out a hand to Keita, who sighed and took it with a grateful look and stood.
“Come on disco king.” Ryohei moved to hold him on one side as Ryuichi did the same on the other, similar to the way they had when they’d dragged the singer in earlier. “You can cuddle with us tonight.”
“It’s Tony Manero,” Keita corrected him as they directed him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “I’m never drinking again.”
“You’re supposed to drink in moderation,” the rapper commented.
Ryohei laughed. “Only if you can learn how.”
Ryuichi smirked. “Will you be there to help?”
“We’ll see.”
Comments? :3
This was originally posted on Halloween.
Title: Moderation
Author:
lotus_beautyRating: NC-17
Pairings: RyoxRyu
Warnings: well you should know the deal by now lol
Summary: On Halloween, Ryohei puts his lessons to good use
Notes: Ryohei is still blonde, so nya~
1: Seduction
2: Satisfaction
3: Persuation
4: Instruction
“Do you have a death wish?” Ryohei watched as Ryuichi looked up into the mirror at his blonde lover behind him, over his shoulder. He grinned to watch the young man laugh in surprise and turn to him.
“Where did you get those teeth?” Ryuichi asked, maybe a little jealous inflection in his tone.
Ryohei couldn’t stop grinning and glanced at the vampire teeth he’d just put in. “One of the makeup artists gave them to me.”
“I almost wish I’d decided to be a vampire,” the rapper huffed before looking his lover up and down. “No cape?”
“You think I should have one?” Ryohei tilted his head thoughtfully. “I thought it might be overkill with this coat.”
“I imagined vampires with cloaks, but the long coat looks good on you.” Ryuichi’s eyes sparkled for a moment. “Very sexy.” Uh oh.
“Oh?” The blonde smirked and looked over the other. “I think you look good as a pirate. I like the bandana and beads.”
“It took forever to get the beads to look right.” Ryuichi turned to the mirror again and looked disapprovingly at the beads. The dancer reached out and caught his hands before he could fiddle with them.
“They look good, as do you,” he murmured and wrapped his arms around the younger man to feel the rapper lean back against him. They were an odd pair, he decided as he gazed over their costumes in the mirror.
“Never thought a pirate would sleep with a vampire.”
Ryohei laughed. “You read my thoughts, but I know why.”
“Oh? Why?” Ryuichi looked unconvinced.
Ryohei dipped his head down as he brushed Ryuichi’s hair away to nibble on the young man’s neck, earning a surprised shiver. He felt a glimmer of smugness inside.
“I stand corrected,” the rapper said with a laugh.
“So can you do that walk you were talking about?” Ryohei asked as Ryuichi stood away from him.
“Sure! I practiced!” He assured the dancer. Ryohei watched in mild surprise as Ryuichi started to do the walk—no, not walk. Strut—drunken swaggering strut. He couldn’t help from feeling impressed. He laughed when Ryuichi started to say the pirate’s lines just as he’d heard in the movie. He laughed even harder when the younger man tripped over his own two feet and lay sprawled on the floor.
“Apparently, you didn’t practice enough,” Ryohei said through his laugher as Ryuichi pouted. “Want me to kiss your booboo?”
Ryuichi smirked deviously, nibbling on his lower lip as he contemplated his answer. Ryohei could just see the cogs in his brain ticking and working out a way to turn this into the rapper’s favor. He realized it already was as the young man had unconsciously shifted and looked up at his lover in a way that begged Ryohei to violate him in every way he could think of. The blonde didn’t realize he was moving until he was standing right over Ryuichi and kneeling down to lean over his lover and capture his lips. Surrendering to the kiss, Ryohei felt Ryuichi deepen the kiss, the young man’s tongue slipping past his lips and felt the young man inspecting his new teeth. The blonde made a mental note to get more of these teeth, knowing how much Ryuichi liked them.
The kiss ended when Ryohei’s phone rang in his pocket. He was unfortunately distracted as Ryuichi nuzzled him, trying to coax him into another kiss. He almost gave in as there was a loud knock on the door.
“Keita,” Ryohei muttered as he pulled out his phone and looked at it. Indeed, it was the young man. “Yeah?” he said into it.
“Are you going to let me in?”
“Yeah, just give me—aaaah!” Ryohei couldn’t have possibly stopped that moan. He threw the little imp under him a look, trying to decide between pleasure and displeasure as he took note of the silence on the other end of the phone. “Keita?”
“You said you’d wait til after the party!”
Ryohei bit back a laugh as Ryuichi looked half guilty, half mischievous. “We are! We’re coming now.”
“I can tell.”
“I’m hanging up now,” the blonde said through laughter and flipped his phone shut. “Come, sir pirate. Time to make an appearance.” He stood and helped the drunken sailor up.
“What’s in it for me?” Ryuichi gave him a disbelieving look, already in character.
Ryohei stepped close. “If you’re good, I promise you’ll see stars tonight.”
A smirk appeared on Ryuichi’s lips. “Sounds delightful.”
~***~
Keita made a noise as he was dropped onto the couch and rolled over, cuddling against the back cushions. Ryohei shrugged at his pirate, who shrugged back with a grin. They’d never had a drunken John Travolta look-a-like snoozing on their couch before. Ryohei crouched and ran a hand through Keita’s hair. Sometimes he couldn’t help thinking of Keita as a child that had to be taken care of, something he didn’t mind doing at all.
He heard Ryuichi sigh tiredly and glanced over to watch the young man stretch as he walked away to the kitchen counter. Ryuichi took his pirate hat off and set it on the counter before peeling off the fake mustache he’d put on before their friend’s party. The blonde looked down to see that Keita was indeed asleep before abandoning him. He crept up behind Ryuichi just as he was about to untie the sash around his waste when Ryohei caught his arms.
“That’s my job,” he murmured into his lover’s ear as he hugged him around his middle and placed a kiss on his ear.
Ryuichi sighed contented and leaned back against the dancer. “You always know exactly what to say.” He turned in Ryohei’s arms, giving him a smile before gracing his lips with a kiss. Ryohei found himself diving into that kiss headfirst as his tongue slipped past the younger man’s lips and his hands found the sash around Ryuichi’s waist, untying it to let it slip to the floor. He was distracted when the other man’s tongue inspected his new teeth again before the kiss ended.
“How long will those stay on?”
He grinned, showing the teeth off. “Quite some time.”
Ryuichi nibbled on his bottom lip mischievously as Ryohei took his hand and led him away to their bedroom. To keep from waking Keita up (Ryuichi’s moans were ridiculously loud often times) Ryohei lightly kicked the door to near shut and watched Ryuichi move past him to the bed, letting the younger man’s hand slip from his own. He let his eyes wander over Ryuichi in vague interest as he pulled the belt and toy pistol from his hips and tossed them away. When Ryuichi turned to him, he knew it was his turn.
“I know you’d stop me if I tried to take anything else off,” he said as the blonde stopped, their noses a hair apart.
“Very perceptive of you.” Ryohei nuzzled their noses together, earning a smile.
“I know you.” He leaned up and kissed Ryohei’s nose, causing a tingling feeling to alight in the blonde’s chest. He could only smile in response. He didn’t know how to articulate a feeling like that besides lean closer and press a kiss to his lover, which he did. As Ryuichi’s arms slipped over his shoulders, the feeling grew, and so too did their kiss grow deeper. The feeling changed though when Ryuichi’s hands slipped down his chest, around his middle and down to squeeze his behind.
“I must say,” Ryuichi broke the kiss to speak, squeezing as he did so. “I love these tight leather pants on you.” A giggle betrayed him to make Ryohei laugh.
“I knew you’d like these, even if they’re too tight for my taste,” he stole another kiss.
“They’ll be off soon enough,” the younger man replied as his hands left the blonde’s behind to unbutton his shirt.
The feeling flared up in his chest again as Ryuichi’s hands traced over his now bare chest. His investigative fingers traced over Ryohei’s hip bone as they both reached for a kiss. With a gentle push, the blonde felt his lover freeing his shoulders from his shirt and jacket, and let the garments fall to the floor. Before the man could get any further, Ryohei decided it was his turn and undid the ties on the pirate’s pants; making short work of what he thought might be more complicated. Once loose, he pulled Ryuichi’s shirt out and pulled it up over his head—though for a moment he let Ryuichi get tangled in it, sniggering before pulling it off. Claiming he’d saved his lover from the offending piece of clothing, he kissed the young man before pushing him onto the bed.
Ryuichi laughed. “What would you like as your prize for saving me? Not that a pirate needs saving or anything…”
Ryohei leaned over the young man and tugged his pants and underwear off unceremoniously. “You.”
“Good, because I don’t really have much else,” he said as he looked down at himself. “And you, sir, are far too overdressed.”
“My apologies.” Ryohei bowed and when he was straightening back up, he saw Ryuichi twirling a finger at him to turn around. The blonde however was slightly distracted by the way his lover had positioned himself on one side, leaning on his arm as he eyed the dancer like his prey. Ryohei swallowed the urge to jump him and turned around, bending over to give his lover the view he wished for as he took off his socks, and then his pants and boxers. He turned back to his lover to see the lust sparkling in his eyes. Not one to just stand and look a gift horse in the mouth, he crawled onto the bed and over his lover, stealing a kiss as Ryuichi’s hands found his behind again. Amused by his lover’s fixation for his ass tonight, Ryohei decided it was time for a little distraction.
Breaking the kiss, he nibbled his way down Ryuichi’s neck before finally settling on a spot to sink his new teeth into. The young man froze before moaning softly. He then kissed his way down the rapper’s chest, his finger tips following lightly over the skin. As he pressed a kiss just above his lover’s navel, he saw Ryuichi’s hands digging into the bedspread instead of his behind. Score one for vampire. His momentary distraction allowed him to be caught off guard as Ryuichi rolled them over and sat on the blonde’s abdomen with a smirk.
“I like those teeth.” Ryuichi leaned down and placed a light kiss on the dancer’s lips.
Ryohei raised an eyebrow in amusement and glanced down. “I can tell.”
“Hmm, you always have this effect on me.” A smile graced his lips.
“Go raid the supplies, pirate, and I’ll meet you at the headboard.” Ryohei punctuated his order with a kiss and let Ryuichi go as the young man slipped off his body. Pushing up, he scooted backward to sit with his back resting against the headboard, and not too soon. Ryuichi was in his lap before he could blink. This pirate had ambition.
Before he could speak—hell, think—Ryuichi’s lips were on his, the young man’s tongue slipping past his lips again. He felt his coherency slipping as his lover exploited his weak spots as they kissed, his body betraying his plans as it shivered in response. Ryohei broke the kiss with a moan when he felt his lover’s hand stroke him with a deliciously slick liquid. He wasn’t going to make this easy, was he? Ryohei panted as he tried to recover from the attack, but he just wasn’t fast enough. His head fell back in defeat as he felt Ryuichi lower onto him and couldn’t make himself protest to the pleasure. He reached back to grip the headboard as his lover moved up and down, quickly stroking over him to elicit a pleasure he wanted so badly. But he had to stop him.
With an iron will, Ryohei let go of the headboard to rest his hands on Ryuichi’s hips.
“Slow,” he said quietly, closing his eyes as he guided the young man up and down, slower and slower. A hiss escaped him as he heard his lover moan. “Stop.” He heard a whimper escape Ryuichi as he had stopped with Ryohei fully inside him. Ryuichi’s breath played over the dancer’s lips as he let his hands feel their way up the younger man’s chest to his shoulders as he leaned closer. He nuzzled the young man’s collar bone before dragging his lips up to Ryuichi’s neck to nibble and bite it again. The rapper shuddered at the act, causing Ryohei to moan softly, his every little movement being felt through their contact.
A smile graced his lips as he heard Ryuichi mutter a string of incoherent words. He always did have a way with words. With a kiss to Ryuichi’s shoulder, he opened his eyes to look up and catch the young man’s eyes to see the deep trust they had gained over the years. He didn’t have to ask as his lover captured his lips and the blonde shifted, their kiss breaking as their position changed, Ryuichi lying back on the bed with Ryohei over him, their eyes still locked. The dancer licked his lips and had to take a moment to gather his wits as the shift had made his groin cry out in protest for the lack of movement.
Surprise distracted him as Ryuichi caught his hands and weaved their fingers together as he pulled the dancer down to lean over him. As Ryuichi was about to speak, he hushed the young man with a kiss as he finally let his hips move again, slowly this time. The two were lost in the kiss as their bodies moved in unison, their hands still linked as they rested to each side of Ryuichi. Their lips finally parted for some much needed air as their eyes locked again. Entranced by one another’s movements, they exchanged light kisses and touches with their lips. Every time a soft moan or gasp escaped his lover, Ryohei felt it push him closer and closer, Ryuichi’s voice an aphrodisiac to him. And with every stroke, the intensity in his voice raised.
Ryohei rolled his hips, pushing into his lover faster to earn a deep moan and watched as Ryuichi’s eyes unfocused. The dancer shifted and thrust his hips again as he sank his teeth into his lover’s neck to feel his body shudder and his head fall back in absolute pleasure. He drove his lover over the edge, thrusting his hips faster to feel Ryuichi tighten around him. He felt a shiver drive up his own spine and kept his hips moving before an orgasm finally tore through him and he emptied himself into his lover, for once feeling like the pleasure was never going to end.
He found himself atop over his lover, panting against his shoulder as he realized one of Ryuichi’s hands was lightly tracing over his back. He closed his eyes with a feeling of triumph and kissed his lover’s shoulder.
“Ryohei?”
“Hn?”
“Let’s try it slower next time.”
He couldn’t stop the smile from taking over. “You read my mind.”
“You know,” Ryuichi drawled as his fingertips never stopped caressing Ryohei’s back lightly. “We should thank Keita.”
“Mm. We should. But I’m not sure if I can move yet.”
The rapper laughed. “Me neither.”
Ryohei sighed contented as they lay together. He didn’t really know how long they held one another like that, but they would have to move some time. With a light grunt, he levered himself up a little, stole a short kiss and finally pulled away from Ryuichi to sit back on the bed, pulling his lover up with the hand that was still linked to his. Ryuichi however, surprised him with a much more enthusiastic kiss.
“Thank you.” He smiled.
A sudden blush engulfed Ryohei’s cheeks and he looked down feeling oddly proud of himself. It wasn’t often that something new in their relationship made him feel that way, so he cherished the feeling for that moment, even if he did feel a little embarrassed for blushing. He was glad Ryuichi had been kind enough not to exploit it.
“I’m going to see if Keita’s awake,” he said as he ruffled Ryuichi’s hair and slipped off the bed. After a moment of searching, he found his boxers and slipped them on before going out to see about their drunken friend. He stopped short when he saw Keita moving toward him, but not the way he would normally walk.
“Ryohei?” he asked squinting.
“Keita? Are you okay?” the blonde asked concerned.
“I think I’m going to be sick…” Keita looked a little greenish…
Ryohei reacted with an amazing speed he hadn’t had not five minutes ago, directing Keita into the bathroom and lifting the lid just before the young man emptied the contents of his stomach into it. Ryohei bit his lip to keep from laughing and knelt down behind Keita to rub his back soothingly—or so he hoped.
“What’s going on?” Ryuichi asked as he peered into the bathroom confused. He covered his mouth and snickered when Keita looked up at him from his position near the bowl. The mournful expression on his face made Ryohei shush his lover.
“Can’t you be the least bit sympathetic?” Keita muttered. “You’ve been in my position.”
“And who laughed at me for the hangover I had the next day? Really loudly I might add,” Ryuichi pointed out as Ryohei snickered at the memory.
Keita groaned. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”
“Do you think it’s finished?” the blonde asked to receive a nod. He glanced up to see Ryuichi filling a cup with water before turned and handed it to the pale singer. Ryohei took the moment to stand as Keita washed his mouth clean and flushed the toilet.
“Need help?” Ryuichi held out a hand to Keita, who sighed and took it with a grateful look and stood.
“Come on disco king.” Ryohei moved to hold him on one side as Ryuichi did the same on the other, similar to the way they had when they’d dragged the singer in earlier. “You can cuddle with us tonight.”
“It’s Tony Manero,” Keita corrected him as they directed him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “I’m never drinking again.”
“You’re supposed to drink in moderation,” the rapper commented.
Ryohei laughed. “Only if you can learn how.”
Ryuichi smirked. “Will you be there to help?”
“We’ll see.”
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