| [Jul. 7th, 2013|11:08 pm] |
Raidou wasn’t prone to going weak at the knees, and he didn’t now, but in another life he might have.
It took a long, red-thrumming moment for his vision to come back. He didn’t rush it, enjoying the sparkly aftershocks fizzing through his nerves. Ryouma swallowed one last time, throat flexing, and drew back with a final flick of his tongue, leaving Raidou clean.
And then he sat there, catching his breath.
Raidou had never had trouble separating work and fun, but goddamn, Ryouma was starting to shape up as someone he wanted to take home and keep.
But that way misery lay, so if he wanted to enjoy what he had while he had it, he needed to get his head back in the game. His right hand was still clenched around Ryouma’s shoulder, gripping hard enough there would be fingerprint bruises tomorrow. He loosened the grip, rubbing the blanched white marks, and used the anchor-hold in Ryouma’s hair to tug Ryouma’s head gently back.
That last gag had made Ryouma’s eyes tear up; his lashes were stuck together, wetly spiked. The heat in his cheeks had spread, staining down his throat. His mouth was red and hard-worked, lips shiny, a smear of white at one corner. He looked a little like he’d been hit.
Which was a thought Raidou didn’t actually have a problem with, assuming there was consent.
He offered his hand to Ryouma. “Come up here, beautiful.”
Ryouma took the hand and levered himself up, letting Raidou steady him. “I like that one best,” he said, leaning close enough to kiss, but not taking it.
Raidou did, cupping a hand around Ryouma’s jaw and an arm around his waist, pulling him in. And down, because tall. Ryouma tasted like salt and musk and a sharp-bitter hint of something almost bleach-like, which would be Raidou. It was base, but not unpleasant, and the way Ryouma pressed against him, hot and eager, was more than worth it.
Raidou licked into that willing mouth, just because he could, and tasted the sharpness of Ryouma’s teeth. He won a little noise, dragged low from Ryouma’s throat; Ryouma pressed even closer, rubbing hard and hot against Raidou’s hip.
Definitely interested in proceedings now.
Raidou broke the kiss and considered his next move.
Don’t let me come. Not ‘til I’m begging for it.
“Lie down on the bed for me,” he said, sweeping his thumb over Ryouma’s cheekbone. “Face down.”
Ryouma turned his head and licked a hot wet streak across Raidou’s palm, then broke away, grinning with a feverish glitter. He stretched out on the bed with his elbows raised above his head, wrists crossed, hands gripping the back of his own neck. A dark, complicated tattoo writhed over his shoulderblades, almost like two jagged wings framing an abstract central flame. Scars caught Raidou’s eye: a knotted tangle halfway down Ryouma’s left flank, and a cleaner cut above the right kidney, faded white with time. There were more, but Raidou had better things to catalogue.
Like the way Ryouma shivered when Raidou bent over him and pressed a kiss between his shoulderblades, followed by a pinching nip. Ryouma twitched.
“S’it okay if I look in your bathroom?” Raidou asked him.
Ryouma shifted, craning a little to look back over his own shoulder, but didn’t move otherwise. “Lube’s in the cabinet over the sink. Don’t mix up the hair gel.”
Raidou laughed. “Noted,” he said, and swept his hand down the naked length of Ryouma’s back, raking blunt nails lightly across the round of one asscheek. “Stay here for me.”
He left Ryouma to his own devices and went to investigate the bathroom. It was barely bigger than a closet, with a single-bulb light and a stall shower. The usual clutter of a solo-occupant bachelor was scattered around the small sink: razor, shave cream, toothbrush. A bar of virulently orange, strong-smelling soap was a little strange, but maybe Ryouma worked a lot of messy missions. The lube was scentless, at least, and exactly where Ryouma had said it would be, standing next to a box of condoms.
Smart man. Raidou had his own supplies, but he preferred protection that hadn’t been warmed and rubbed in a pocket for hours first. |
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