[PoT - Saeki/Ryou] Closet
Saeki/Ryou - Closet
PG-13, maybe R
“How exactly did we end up in here?” Ryou was fidgeting, he knew he was, but being locked into a broom closet with Saeki, who was pretty much off-limits, but still hot, was kind of awkward. Especially since they kept touching, and Ryou really didn’t want to think about just where Sae’s hand had landed a few moments ago.
“I pushed you?” Yes. There had been that. Ryou had just been asking about Sae’s girlfriend (he was not jealous), and suddenly the other had shoved him into the broom closet. Never mind that it was dirty in here and his hair was going to catch dust, it was a broom closet, for heaven’s sake.
“Why? If you hadn’t wanted to talk about your girlfriend out there you could just have said.” Was he imagining things or had Sae sighed, right into that huge grin he was wearing? Ryou lifted an eyebrow. Sae shook his head, still smiling. Ryou blinked. Sae pounced.
It wasn’t all that hard to give into the soft kisses (slowly turning into more), even with the shelves digging into his back. Sae was holding onto his wrists, as if fearing Ryou would shove him away, but in reality it was the only thing keeping him from pulling the other closer. He had waited for this, hoped for this, yet had never dared to imagine he might actually be with Saeki one day.
A hand snuck under his shirt and Ryou mewled, clutching at Sae’s shoulder with his own free one. He faintly wondered what had possessed his friend to make a move on him, but then, he really should not be complaining. Not when he felt Sae kissing his way down his neck, slowly sucking at his collarbone, leaving a hot, red mark.
He gasped as fingers crept lower, his legs turning to something akin to jelly, when Sae brushed him there, just there and, oh god, all he could see was white and pleasure, and Saeki, always Saeki, only now he was here, in front of him, not out of his reach anymore.
PG-13, maybe R
“How exactly did we end up in here?” Ryou was fidgeting, he knew he was, but being locked into a broom closet with Saeki, who was pretty much off-limits, but still hot, was kind of awkward. Especially since they kept touching, and Ryou really didn’t want to think about just where Sae’s hand had landed a few moments ago.
“I pushed you?” Yes. There had been that. Ryou had just been asking about Sae’s girlfriend (he was not jealous), and suddenly the other had shoved him into the broom closet. Never mind that it was dirty in here and his hair was going to catch dust, it was a broom closet, for heaven’s sake.
“Why? If you hadn’t wanted to talk about your girlfriend out there you could just have said.” Was he imagining things or had Sae sighed, right into that huge grin he was wearing? Ryou lifted an eyebrow. Sae shook his head, still smiling. Ryou blinked. Sae pounced.
It wasn’t all that hard to give into the soft kisses (slowly turning into more), even with the shelves digging into his back. Sae was holding onto his wrists, as if fearing Ryou would shove him away, but in reality it was the only thing keeping him from pulling the other closer. He had waited for this, hoped for this, yet had never dared to imagine he might actually be with Saeki one day.
A hand snuck under his shirt and Ryou mewled, clutching at Sae’s shoulder with his own free one. He faintly wondered what had possessed his friend to make a move on him, but then, he really should not be complaining. Not when he felt Sae kissing his way down his neck, slowly sucking at his collarbone, leaving a hot, red mark.
He gasped as fingers crept lower, his legs turning to something akin to jelly, when Sae brushed him there, just there and, oh god, all he could see was white and pleasure, and Saeki, always Saeki, only now he was here, in front of him, not out of his reach anymore.