Pianissimo: 18 (La Corda d'Oro, Ryoutarou/Len)
Title: Pianissimo ~ A Violin & Piano Romance
18: Interlude ~ Bathing Habits, Take Two
Fandom: La Corda d’Oro
Pairing: Ryoutarou Tsuchiura x Len Tsukimori
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Disclaimer: La Corda d’Oro and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Future fic. A series of one-shots and drabbles following the progression of the relationship between Ryoutarou and Len, from feuding roommates to friends to lovers.
A/N: My god, this took so freakin’ long. It was definitely supposed to be about Len meeting Ryoutarou’s mother, but that was giving me a hard time, so I finally decided to fall back on my default-smut. Anyway, the last two parts are full of fluff and romance to kinda wrap things up so I can get started on the follow-up, Allegro-in which things actually happen. XD
Ryoutarou hadn’t taken a bubble bath since he was a kid. He wasn’t sure if he just hadn’t time for them or if he’d outgrown them. (Our out-manned them, which wasn’t a real word, he didn’t think, but still fit the situation, he felt.) So while he’d intended on just a quick shower to rinse off the dirt and sweat of soccer practice, when a nearly naked Len offered to share a soak with him, the tub could’ve been filled with mud or jell-o for all he cared.
Ryoutarou sighed contentedly and leaned back into Len, smiling as skilled, slender fingers massaged his scalp through shampoo-lathered hair. It was Len’s shampoo, a scent that Ryoutarou was only vaguely familiar with since the violinist seemed to prefer stealing his.
“What is sandalwood, anyway?”
“I don’t know,” Len said, unconcerned. “Something that smells good, apparently.”
Ryoutarou closed his eyes and shivered at the feel of his lover’s touch. He didn’t bother trying to quell the arousal he felt warming up inside of him. It was inevitable, he knew it; and Len had to know it, too, the flirt. He inhaled sharply as Len’s legs pressed against either side of him and he started rinsing the shampoo out of his hair. The water rushed down his shoulders as his hair was cleansed and his lashes fluttered; he could feel Len’s breath teasing the skin of his ear as he moved closer. He opened his eyes and hastily scooped up a heap of the bubbles and brought them to his lap, doubting they would really do much to hide his growing excitement, especially when he heard-felt-Len chuckle against the back of his neck.
“You’re a damn tease,” he muttered.
“It’s only teasing,” Len whispered, his hand touching Ryoutarou’s slick chest, “if I don’t intend to follow through.”
His words-not to mention the slow, downward movement of his hand-set Ryoutarou’s pulse skyrocketing. He bit his lip and squirmed, the bathwater sloshing a little as he lifted his hips slightly in anticipation. Len’s hand dipped beneath the water and an appreciative grunt fell from Ryoutarou’s lips as fingers curled slowly around him and tugged.
“N-Nnh…”
Ryoutarou spread his legs to give that wonderful hand more room for its ministrations; Len’s own legs were wrapping, almost, around his waist, pulling him back even more. He felt his lover’s erection nudge at the small of his back and he trembled faintly. It was a sensation he was unfamiliar with and he felt a brief twinge of panic, which he hastily pushed away. Len wouldn’t do anything without asking him, Len wasn’t like that, Len was…Len was…Len was doing deliciously torturous things to his dick and he really couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
His head fell back with a huff of pleasure and Len’s lips brushed at his neck and his jaw and the corner of his mouth. He turned his head to catch those lips before they went away, his own moving against them urgently as Len’s other hand joined his first and teased his tightening testicles.
His fingers grasped at the rim of the tub, needing to hold on to something as he got close and his hips bucked. Water splashed onto the bathroom floor and he hazily thought to himself that he would never be able to take a bubble bath again without getting hard. And then Len’s tongue slipped past his lips and into his mouth and nothing else existed as he came undone.
Yes, he decided, a soak with Len was always, always worth it.
18: Interlude ~ Bathing Habits, Take Two
Fandom: La Corda d’Oro
Pairing: Ryoutarou Tsuchiura x Len Tsukimori
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Disclaimer: La Corda d’Oro and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Future fic. A series of one-shots and drabbles following the progression of the relationship between Ryoutarou and Len, from feuding roommates to friends to lovers.
A/N: My god, this took so freakin’ long. It was definitely supposed to be about Len meeting Ryoutarou’s mother, but that was giving me a hard time, so I finally decided to fall back on my default-smut. Anyway, the last two parts are full of fluff and romance to kinda wrap things up so I can get started on the follow-up, Allegro-in which things actually happen. XD
Ryoutarou hadn’t taken a bubble bath since he was a kid. He wasn’t sure if he just hadn’t time for them or if he’d outgrown them. (Our out-manned them, which wasn’t a real word, he didn’t think, but still fit the situation, he felt.) So while he’d intended on just a quick shower to rinse off the dirt and sweat of soccer practice, when a nearly naked Len offered to share a soak with him, the tub could’ve been filled with mud or jell-o for all he cared.
Ryoutarou sighed contentedly and leaned back into Len, smiling as skilled, slender fingers massaged his scalp through shampoo-lathered hair. It was Len’s shampoo, a scent that Ryoutarou was only vaguely familiar with since the violinist seemed to prefer stealing his.
“What is sandalwood, anyway?”
“I don’t know,” Len said, unconcerned. “Something that smells good, apparently.”
Ryoutarou closed his eyes and shivered at the feel of his lover’s touch. He didn’t bother trying to quell the arousal he felt warming up inside of him. It was inevitable, he knew it; and Len had to know it, too, the flirt. He inhaled sharply as Len’s legs pressed against either side of him and he started rinsing the shampoo out of his hair. The water rushed down his shoulders as his hair was cleansed and his lashes fluttered; he could feel Len’s breath teasing the skin of his ear as he moved closer. He opened his eyes and hastily scooped up a heap of the bubbles and brought them to his lap, doubting they would really do much to hide his growing excitement, especially when he heard-felt-Len chuckle against the back of his neck.
“You’re a damn tease,” he muttered.
“It’s only teasing,” Len whispered, his hand touching Ryoutarou’s slick chest, “if I don’t intend to follow through.”
His words-not to mention the slow, downward movement of his hand-set Ryoutarou’s pulse skyrocketing. He bit his lip and squirmed, the bathwater sloshing a little as he lifted his hips slightly in anticipation. Len’s hand dipped beneath the water and an appreciative grunt fell from Ryoutarou’s lips as fingers curled slowly around him and tugged.
“N-Nnh…”
Ryoutarou spread his legs to give that wonderful hand more room for its ministrations; Len’s own legs were wrapping, almost, around his waist, pulling him back even more. He felt his lover’s erection nudge at the small of his back and he trembled faintly. It was a sensation he was unfamiliar with and he felt a brief twinge of panic, which he hastily pushed away. Len wouldn’t do anything without asking him, Len wasn’t like that, Len was…Len was…Len was doing deliciously torturous things to his dick and he really couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
His head fell back with a huff of pleasure and Len’s lips brushed at his neck and his jaw and the corner of his mouth. He turned his head to catch those lips before they went away, his own moving against them urgently as Len’s other hand joined his first and teased his tightening testicles.
His fingers grasped at the rim of the tub, needing to hold on to something as he got close and his hips bucked. Water splashed onto the bathroom floor and he hazily thought to himself that he would never be able to take a bubble bath again without getting hard. And then Len’s tongue slipped past his lips and into his mouth and nothing else existed as he came undone.
Yes, he decided, a soak with Len was always, always worth it.