| [Jul. 7th, 2013|11:20 pm] |
"Don't stop," Ryouma said, and bit his hand again while Raidou laughed.
It'd been a long time since he'd bottomed. Longer still since he'd let someone hit him, and the stinging sensation of both at once hurtled him dangerously close to the edge. He tried to breathe slower and deeper, lost the rhythm when Raidou's fingers slicked inside him again, and dug his hands into the sheets. "There," he panted, dropping his head down, trembling. "That's it, that's—hnngh."
"There, is it?" There were teeth in Raidou's voice, a predator lurking in the dark. The stroke of his fingers slowed, then eased out. He dragged short nails around the inside of Ryouma's thigh. "I don't think you've earned that yet."
"I could kill you," Ryouma said, into the sheets. He turned his head again, blinking sweat out of his eyes. "No one would blame me."
"You could try," Raidou said, and slid three fingers into him, not gently at all.
Ryouma cried out, and bucked back. A hand on his hip pressed him down. He braced his forehead on a bent arm and wormed the other hand down beneath his body to grasp his cock at the base, gripping hard. Raidou's fingers were enough to burn him with the stretch, but they didn't fill, and their taunting curl deliberately avoided the right place. Ryouma swore at him.
He earned an eye-stinging crack of an open palm across the back of one thigh, then the other, hard enough to welt. Painful enough to wring another cry. He'd lost control of his breathing, couldn't find it again, wasn't sure if he wanted to. Control of anything seemed very far away.
Raidou's hand settled back on his thigh. Ryouma flinched, but Raidou merely rubbed, gentler now, soothing the sting away. The broad palm swept up his side, and Raidou's chakra rose with it, brushing against Ryouma's, warm and solid and grounding.
"Easy," he murmured. His fingers crooked again, and this time they did tickle Ryouma's prostate. Ryouma shuddered, and Raidou's other hand patted his ribs. "Breathe for me."
He tried. It grew easier, after a little while, while Raidou smoothed lazy circles on his ribs and stroked carefully below. Then, just as Ryouma drew his first deep, even breath, Raidou tweaked the nipple ring.
Ryouma groaned. "You can do that harder, too."
"You weren't kidding about being bossy," Raidou said, on the edge of a laugh. He flicked the ring with his fingernail. Nerves flared like sparks. Raidou curled his fingers inside Ryouma one last lingering time, then pulled them out. He caught Ryouma's hips with both hands, the right sliding slick on already-sweaty skin, and tugged him sideways. "Turn over. Let me look at you." He eased back off the bed to give Ryouma room, then settled down again, between Ryouma's spread legs.
Dilated pupils drank in the lamplight, rimmed with only a hint of lighter brown. The faintest flush burned across Raidou's muscled chest and his broad cheekbones. He wasn't quite breathing easy, either, and his cock was thick and hard.
Ryouma reached for him. "C'mon," he said, hoarse. "You've looked. Come on and take." |
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