[Ryo/Yasu] [NC-17] For the Love of a Shirt
Recipient: rainymemories
Title: For the Love of a Shirt
Group/Pairing(s): Kanjani8 - Ryo/Yasu (or Yasu/Ryo, depending on how you look at it, really...)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yasu takes Ryo shopping and finds him a shirt... with interesting consequences.
Warnings/Notes: Uhm. Excuse the randomness?
Word Count: 3210
"I'm serious, Ryo-chan, try it on! It will look good on you!"
Ryo frowned. In his hands was a black nylon shirt. A tight black nylon shirt. It had only the hint of sleeves and the front was adorned with a Chinese dragon, all in white. It was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever seen.
Obviously, Yasu didn't agree. "Try it oooon," he whined, jumping around in a fashion that made Ryo want to punch him. Instead of punching, he flashed his brightest smile. The effect was instantaneous and it didn't hurt his fist quite as much. Yasu stopped dead in his tracks and... did something Ryo should have seen coming. He pouted. "Do it for me?"
With a royal roll of his eyes, Ryo turned around and made his way to the changing cubicles. For the umpteenth time since they had first met, he wondered how it was that Yasu always knew how to persuade him to go clothes shopping. He hated shopping with other people. He hated waiting for people and he hated making people wait. But for some reason it was different with this particular friend of his. Yasu was never impatient and he knew instinctively when to hurry up to avoid making Ryo wait. And... he came up with the strangest things for Ryo to wear, some of them wonderful and some of them... well. Not. In Ryo's mind, this shirt definitely belonged to the second group.
Minutes later, Ryo stood looking at himself in the mirror that occupied one of the walls of his cubicle. He was amazed. The tiny sleeves of the shirt made his shoulders look broad. The tight cut of the nylon made his figure come out nicely and for a moment he wished there was a mirror on the opposite wall as well so he could admire the perfect V-shape of his back.
He was shaken out of his silent reveries when suddenly the curtain was pulled aside and a positively horrified Yasu all but dove into the small space, closing the curtain behind him with a sharp tug. Before Ryo knew it, Yasu was - he couldn't think of another word to describe it - hiding behind him. Or rather, since his back was to the curtain, in front of him.
"What's the matter?" Ryo lifted an eyebrow in sardonic amusement. "Couldn't wait to see that shirt on me? You're right, it does look good on me."
Ryo figured it said a lot about Yasu's current state of mind that he didn't even look. Instead, his eyes found Ryo's and he grimaced. "There's a girl there... in the shop... she keeps staring at me. Just now, she came up to me. I... I ran..."
"Was she that ugly?" It was out of Ryo's mouth before he could stop himself.
Yasu frowned at him. "She wasn't ugly! No, she was actually really pretty, but..." He finally noticed the shirt and his frown turned into something closer to a smirk. "Told you you'd look good in this..." Holding on to Ryo's arms, he put a step back to get a better view. "Nice," he nodded, and his expression changed again, this time to something Ryo couldn't identify. Amusement? No, it wasn't exactly that...
Again, Ryo's thoughts were interrupted by Yasu's unexpected behaviour. Yasu's hands had moved up his arms to his shoulders and now slowly trailed over his chest and down to his abdomen. Ryo watched the fingers on his body without comment, his eyebrow lifted once again. After a minute, Yasu looked up, almost apologetically but not quite. There was still a hint of amusement in those eyes. "You should wear things like this more often..." Ryo blinked at the sound of Yasu's voice; it was almost like a purr.
"You're acting weird today..."
Ryo gasped involuntarily when in answer to his comment, two cool fingers disappeared under the black piece of clothing and stroked his abs. "Weird?" Yasu looked up at him, his face a mask of innocence. "I'm just admiring the shirt. I think you should buy it." With that, Yasu let go of him and walked out of the cubicle, but not before looking around to see if the unknown girl had left.
Dismissing the odd confusion about Yasu's behaviour, Ryo changed back into his own Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt and neatly folded the top he had been trying on, pointedly ignoring Yasu's content grin when he made his way to the counter. Minutes later they were outside, Yasu still grinning and Ryo in the possession of a shirt he wasn't sure he would ever wear again.
It was as if Yasu could sense his thoughts. Without warning he took Ryo by the arm and poked him none too gently. "Ne, Ryo-chan... will you go clubbing with me tonight? You could wear that shirt! Girls will be all over you... boys too." Was Ryo imagining things or had Yasu looked rather mischievous when he added those last words? He decided it was his mind playing tricks on him.
"I can't say the idea of people being all over me is a very compelling one," Ryo answered, deadpan. But then that pout was there again and he groaned. "Fine, I'll go. We don't have work tomorrow, anyway." How does he -do- that...
The rest of the day passed without any strange things happening. Yasu was still clingy, but not more so than usual, and Ryo started to forget about his earlier confusion. Surely he'd imagined it all...
Somehow Ryo had been able to reject Yasu's offer to have dinner together and he ate alone, in his apartment, enjoying the short time of rest and silence before he'd be pulled into the clubbing scene. He enjoyed clubbing as much as the next young adult, and he knew the shirt Yasu had chosen for him made him look good, so he should have been looking forward to this. Still, a kind of silent apprehension kept plaguing him and he didn't know how to get rid of it. In the end he gave up trying to figure it out and decided it was just because he hadn't really been out in a long time. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd danced, work related activities not included.
After dinner, washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen for good measure, Ryo took a five minute shower and got dressed. Once again, he admired the effect the black shirt had on him and he flashed himself a grin in the mirror. Looking good, Nishikido... Less than twenty minutes later, he was ready to go. Yasu had offered to drive, which had been a surprise to Ryo. The other had assured him that he wasn't planning on drinking, though he hadn't explained why. In the end, Ryo had given in, knowing it was useless to try and get Yasu to change his mind. Now, he waited outside, in front of his apartment building, until he saw the familiar car rounding the corner.
Once inside the car, he felt Yasu's eyes on him again, an almost burning sensation. "You really like this thing, don't you," Ryo smirked, hiding his discomfort. Yasu just nodded before looking around and inserting his car into the light traffic. Neither of them spoke and to Ryo it seemed like there was a kind of tension between them that he didn't understand, some kind of secret he wasn't in on. It unnerved him, but there was no way he could ask about it.
Clubbing with Yasu was quite an experience. He seemed to have no inhibitions and soon enough he had gathered a small audience of both genders, cheering him on or, if they were brave enough, pressing themselves against him in the rhythm of the inciting music. Ryo watched from a short distance, downing yet another beer. He wasn't exactly sober anymore, but not drunk enough to let go the way his friend did and so he had declined the other's invitations to dance with him. Instead, he just observed. He noticed the suggestive moves of Yasu's body, felt the furtive glances whenever he looked the other way.
After a few beers the discomfort the scene in front of him caused was replaced by amusement and now, amusement slowly made way for an urgent excitement. What was keeping him from being like that? What stopped him from dancing, from enjoying this kind of closeness with his friend or other people? Ryo made a decision. Downing the beer that was in his hand, he put the glass down on the bar and made his way to the dance floor.
It didn't take long at all for Yasu to notice him, he looked like he had been waiting for this. Maybe other people had noticed the exchange of looks, too, because they made way for Ryo without comment. Trying to push away the last traces of self-consciousness, Ryo moved closer to Yasu and started moving his body to the beat. His dancing was different from Yasu's, languid rather than suggestive, slow and sensual rather than erotic. However, it seemed that his friend was even more volatile than he had thought and soon they were moving together in unison. Ryo only hesitated for a split second when Yasu backed up against him, locking their hips in a slow gyrating movement. Then, he placed his hands on his friend's hips and closed his eyes, losing himself to the music.
By the time they were back in the car and on their way home, things had become kind of blurry. Ryo remembered hands on his body, hips moving against his own, his lips on a collar bone and neck, soft sighs and eager moans... but he wasn't sure what had happened when, though he could guess with whom. He had only danced with Yasu the entire night. He blinked several times, trying hard to focus on the person behind the wheel. "Shota..." When had he started calling him that? He didn't remember, but it sounded right.
Yasu glanced sideways and smiled. "You're drunk, Ryo. But that's fine. I'll give you something for that when we get home."
The words barely registered and Ryo just blinked more. The only thing he understood is that Yasu's voice had sounded soothing. He nodded and sat back, soon drifting off into a light slumber.
When the fog lifted from Ryo's mind, he was on the ivory coloured couch in his own apartment, Yasu sitting on the wooden floor, leaning back against his legs, his hair looking slightly damp for some reason. He had no idea how he'd gotten here or what Yasu had given him to sober up. He shifted slightly, which made Yasu turn around and look up at him. "Ah. You look much better... how are you feeling? I took a shower while you were... out... I hope you don't mind." Ryo wasn't sure what to answer to this. To be honest, he didn't really feel anything.
"Why are you still here?"
Yasu just smiled and put down the glass of... whatever he was drinking. It looked like water to Ryo. Ryo frowned a little when Yasu got up and climbed onto his lap, facing him, looking at him seriously but with an almost childish innocence. "Don't you know? This night isn't over yet, Ryo... There's one thing left to do."
Ryo decided that even though he was feeling better, he must still be drunk, because when Yasu suddenly pressed his lips against his own, he didn't pull back. Instead, he kissed back almost urgently, his arms curling around Yasu's waist as if of their own accord. He felt Yasu sigh against him and then his lips opened and Yasu's taste invaded his mouth, a combination of sweet and fresh, strawberries and ice cream. Ryo vaguely realised that his thoughts made little sense but then he just stopped thinking altogether and he pulled Yasu closer against him.
The world came back when Yasu clambered off his lap and pulled him off the couch and to the bed on the other side of the room. There, Yasu let go of him and looked up, his eyes shining with a thousand wondrous secrets. When he spoke, his words were soft but demanding. "Undress me."
Ryo complied without words, his soft touches making Yasu shiver under his hands. He worked fast but without hurry, popping the buttons of Yasu's shirt open one by one, letting it slide off his arms to the floor. The white sleeveless top was next, then Yasu's pants. His belt was already unbuckled so it didn't take Ryo long at all to get rid of yet another piece of clothing. Tugging it down, he drew in his breath with a sharp hiss. Yasu wore nothing underneath.
Seemingly not shy or self-conscious at all, Yasu stepped out of his pants and made his way to the bed, lying down, propped up on his elbows, leaving Ryo to undress himself. Ryo was surprised by his own eagerness to do so and only moments later he joined his friend on his bed.
Yasu pulled Ryo down in another kiss, this one speaking of hunger and anticipation, and an excitement that was slowly but surely taking a hold of Ryo as well. Ryo could feel his body react when Yasu's hands were on him again, exploring, caressing, pinching, stroking. His own hands found their way to Yasu's soft skin and when Yasu broke their kiss, Ryo's lips soon attached themselves to the other's neck, nibbling on warm flesh.
After minutes of mutual exploration, Ryo suddenly found himself on his back, Yasu's face hovering over his for a moment, a grin lighting up his friend's features. Then, the face disappeared and Ryo's lower body arched up from the bed when those lips that had just been grinning at him, now devoted themselves to another part of his body. He moaned softly in pleasure, clawing at the sheets. "Shota..." Ryo reached out, wanting to feel a part of Yasu under his hands even if it was just his hair, but the other was just outside his reach and Ryo got the impression that it was intentional. Fine... he'd just concentrate on enjoying this, then.
Way too soon for Ryo's liking, Yasu pulled his head back and let go of him. However, he said nothing and just watched in curious amusement as Yasu crawled up to him and flashed him another grin. "I'm sure you have lube somewhere... but this is much more fun..." He turned his back to Ryo, then swung a bended leg over his body, all but sitting down on his face. "Prepare me, Ryo-chan..." Leaning forward and pushing his hips back, he made it very clear that he didn't mean for Ryo to use his fingers.
Ryo held on to Yasu's thighs as he complied to the other's wishes and ran his tongue over the sensitive skin that was exposed right in front of him. He was rewarded with a wanton moan when one of his hands ventured out and palmed Yasu's erection, giving it a slow stroke to match with his tongue's languid movements. When Yasu started to tremble impatiently, Ryo curled his tongue and pushed it against Yasu's entrance, the muscle soon giving way. In this way he coated Yasu with thick saliva while his hand curiously explored the erection he couldn't see.
When Yasu moved away from him, it was just to turn around and straddle him again. Positioned over Ryo's groin, but not sitting down yet, Yasu made one finger disappear into his mouth, then a second and a third, sucking and licking at them suggestively. When Ryo reached out, his hand was pushed away. Again, it appeared he was supposed to just enjoy. So he watched, and enjoyed, while Yasu's hand disappeared between his own legs, first one finger, then two, then three. Ryo watched Yasu's face as it contorted in discomfort for only a moment before relaxing again, his expression changing into one of pleasure as he moved his fingers in and out of himself faster and deeper. Again, Ryo reached out, unable to just watch anymore, but again his hand was pushed away.
Then, just when Ryo thought he couldn't take more of this private show, Yasu removed his hand, curling it around Ryo's now painfully hard erection, guiding it to that soft spot between his legs. With a soft sigh, Yasu impaled himself on Ryo and Ryo clenched his fists at the sudden heat and tightness surrounding him. "Nhnn... Shota..." He had no time to recover; Yasu immediately started rolling his hips in a slow but steady rhythm. Unable to keep still, Ryo bucked his hips up and moaned when he felt himself disappearing further into Yasu as he did so. Soon, both their bodies moved together, making the world around them change into a white haze. Ryo lost all grip on reality when Yasu sped up his movements and finally allowed Ryo to touch him again. He knew his hand was back around Yasu's length but he couldn't focus enough to know what it was doing. He decided to leave it up to his instincts as Yasu took him away from this world, into a realm of mist where only pleasure existed. The cottony fog whirled around them, spinning them around faster and faster until Ryo felt so out of breath, that he vaguely wondered if his lungs were going to burst. Just when Ryo thought he surely wasn't going to survive this, the world around them turned dark, a pitch black night lingering for a few seconds which felt like centuries before everything exploded and new worlds were created right before his mind's eye. With a loud gasp, he came crashing back to earth, wave after wave of orgasm searing through him until he was all spent and gulping in air like he'd been underwater for far too long. He vaguely registered Yasu crying out in a similar ecstasy, his tensed muscles only adding to Ryo's pleasure.
Ryo only realised his body had arched up from the bed when it fell down again, lying limply on the sheets, utterly exhausted. It took a few minutes until he could do so much as whisper. "Shota..."
Yasu had moved off of him at some point and now lay panting beside him. "Hmm?"
"That was..." Ryo had no words.
"I know," Yasu chuckled, sounding every bit as tired as Ryo felt. "You should take me clubbing more often..."
Ryo let out a breathless laugh. "Only if you pick out my shirt..."
Title: For the Love of a Shirt
Group/Pairing(s): Kanjani8 - Ryo/Yasu (or Yasu/Ryo, depending on how you look at it, really...)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yasu takes Ryo shopping and finds him a shirt... with interesting consequences.
Warnings/Notes: Uhm. Excuse the randomness?
Word Count: 3210
"I'm serious, Ryo-chan, try it on! It will look good on you!"
Ryo frowned. In his hands was a black nylon shirt. A tight black nylon shirt. It had only the hint of sleeves and the front was adorned with a Chinese dragon, all in white. It was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever seen.
Obviously, Yasu didn't agree. "Try it oooon," he whined, jumping around in a fashion that made Ryo want to punch him. Instead of punching, he flashed his brightest smile. The effect was instantaneous and it didn't hurt his fist quite as much. Yasu stopped dead in his tracks and... did something Ryo should have seen coming. He pouted. "Do it for me?"
With a royal roll of his eyes, Ryo turned around and made his way to the changing cubicles. For the umpteenth time since they had first met, he wondered how it was that Yasu always knew how to persuade him to go clothes shopping. He hated shopping with other people. He hated waiting for people and he hated making people wait. But for some reason it was different with this particular friend of his. Yasu was never impatient and he knew instinctively when to hurry up to avoid making Ryo wait. And... he came up with the strangest things for Ryo to wear, some of them wonderful and some of them... well. Not. In Ryo's mind, this shirt definitely belonged to the second group.
Minutes later, Ryo stood looking at himself in the mirror that occupied one of the walls of his cubicle. He was amazed. The tiny sleeves of the shirt made his shoulders look broad. The tight cut of the nylon made his figure come out nicely and for a moment he wished there was a mirror on the opposite wall as well so he could admire the perfect V-shape of his back.
He was shaken out of his silent reveries when suddenly the curtain was pulled aside and a positively horrified Yasu all but dove into the small space, closing the curtain behind him with a sharp tug. Before Ryo knew it, Yasu was - he couldn't think of another word to describe it - hiding behind him. Or rather, since his back was to the curtain, in front of him.
"What's the matter?" Ryo lifted an eyebrow in sardonic amusement. "Couldn't wait to see that shirt on me? You're right, it does look good on me."
Ryo figured it said a lot about Yasu's current state of mind that he didn't even look. Instead, his eyes found Ryo's and he grimaced. "There's a girl there... in the shop... she keeps staring at me. Just now, she came up to me. I... I ran..."
"Was she that ugly?" It was out of Ryo's mouth before he could stop himself.
Yasu frowned at him. "She wasn't ugly! No, she was actually really pretty, but..." He finally noticed the shirt and his frown turned into something closer to a smirk. "Told you you'd look good in this..." Holding on to Ryo's arms, he put a step back to get a better view. "Nice," he nodded, and his expression changed again, this time to something Ryo couldn't identify. Amusement? No, it wasn't exactly that...
Again, Ryo's thoughts were interrupted by Yasu's unexpected behaviour. Yasu's hands had moved up his arms to his shoulders and now slowly trailed over his chest and down to his abdomen. Ryo watched the fingers on his body without comment, his eyebrow lifted once again. After a minute, Yasu looked up, almost apologetically but not quite. There was still a hint of amusement in those eyes. "You should wear things like this more often..." Ryo blinked at the sound of Yasu's voice; it was almost like a purr.
"You're acting weird today..."
Ryo gasped involuntarily when in answer to his comment, two cool fingers disappeared under the black piece of clothing and stroked his abs. "Weird?" Yasu looked up at him, his face a mask of innocence. "I'm just admiring the shirt. I think you should buy it." With that, Yasu let go of him and walked out of the cubicle, but not before looking around to see if the unknown girl had left.
Dismissing the odd confusion about Yasu's behaviour, Ryo changed back into his own Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt and neatly folded the top he had been trying on, pointedly ignoring Yasu's content grin when he made his way to the counter. Minutes later they were outside, Yasu still grinning and Ryo in the possession of a shirt he wasn't sure he would ever wear again.
It was as if Yasu could sense his thoughts. Without warning he took Ryo by the arm and poked him none too gently. "Ne, Ryo-chan... will you go clubbing with me tonight? You could wear that shirt! Girls will be all over you... boys too." Was Ryo imagining things or had Yasu looked rather mischievous when he added those last words? He decided it was his mind playing tricks on him.
"I can't say the idea of people being all over me is a very compelling one," Ryo answered, deadpan. But then that pout was there again and he groaned. "Fine, I'll go. We don't have work tomorrow, anyway." How does he -do- that...
The rest of the day passed without any strange things happening. Yasu was still clingy, but not more so than usual, and Ryo started to forget about his earlier confusion. Surely he'd imagined it all...
Somehow Ryo had been able to reject Yasu's offer to have dinner together and he ate alone, in his apartment, enjoying the short time of rest and silence before he'd be pulled into the clubbing scene. He enjoyed clubbing as much as the next young adult, and he knew the shirt Yasu had chosen for him made him look good, so he should have been looking forward to this. Still, a kind of silent apprehension kept plaguing him and he didn't know how to get rid of it. In the end he gave up trying to figure it out and decided it was just because he hadn't really been out in a long time. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd danced, work related activities not included.
After dinner, washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen for good measure, Ryo took a five minute shower and got dressed. Once again, he admired the effect the black shirt had on him and he flashed himself a grin in the mirror. Looking good, Nishikido... Less than twenty minutes later, he was ready to go. Yasu had offered to drive, which had been a surprise to Ryo. The other had assured him that he wasn't planning on drinking, though he hadn't explained why. In the end, Ryo had given in, knowing it was useless to try and get Yasu to change his mind. Now, he waited outside, in front of his apartment building, until he saw the familiar car rounding the corner.
Once inside the car, he felt Yasu's eyes on him again, an almost burning sensation. "You really like this thing, don't you," Ryo smirked, hiding his discomfort. Yasu just nodded before looking around and inserting his car into the light traffic. Neither of them spoke and to Ryo it seemed like there was a kind of tension between them that he didn't understand, some kind of secret he wasn't in on. It unnerved him, but there was no way he could ask about it.
Clubbing with Yasu was quite an experience. He seemed to have no inhibitions and soon enough he had gathered a small audience of both genders, cheering him on or, if they were brave enough, pressing themselves against him in the rhythm of the inciting music. Ryo watched from a short distance, downing yet another beer. He wasn't exactly sober anymore, but not drunk enough to let go the way his friend did and so he had declined the other's invitations to dance with him. Instead, he just observed. He noticed the suggestive moves of Yasu's body, felt the furtive glances whenever he looked the other way.
After a few beers the discomfort the scene in front of him caused was replaced by amusement and now, amusement slowly made way for an urgent excitement. What was keeping him from being like that? What stopped him from dancing, from enjoying this kind of closeness with his friend or other people? Ryo made a decision. Downing the beer that was in his hand, he put the glass down on the bar and made his way to the dance floor.
It didn't take long at all for Yasu to notice him, he looked like he had been waiting for this. Maybe other people had noticed the exchange of looks, too, because they made way for Ryo without comment. Trying to push away the last traces of self-consciousness, Ryo moved closer to Yasu and started moving his body to the beat. His dancing was different from Yasu's, languid rather than suggestive, slow and sensual rather than erotic. However, it seemed that his friend was even more volatile than he had thought and soon they were moving together in unison. Ryo only hesitated for a split second when Yasu backed up against him, locking their hips in a slow gyrating movement. Then, he placed his hands on his friend's hips and closed his eyes, losing himself to the music.
By the time they were back in the car and on their way home, things had become kind of blurry. Ryo remembered hands on his body, hips moving against his own, his lips on a collar bone and neck, soft sighs and eager moans... but he wasn't sure what had happened when, though he could guess with whom. He had only danced with Yasu the entire night. He blinked several times, trying hard to focus on the person behind the wheel. "Shota..." When had he started calling him that? He didn't remember, but it sounded right.
Yasu glanced sideways and smiled. "You're drunk, Ryo. But that's fine. I'll give you something for that when we get home."
The words barely registered and Ryo just blinked more. The only thing he understood is that Yasu's voice had sounded soothing. He nodded and sat back, soon drifting off into a light slumber.
When the fog lifted from Ryo's mind, he was on the ivory coloured couch in his own apartment, Yasu sitting on the wooden floor, leaning back against his legs, his hair looking slightly damp for some reason. He had no idea how he'd gotten here or what Yasu had given him to sober up. He shifted slightly, which made Yasu turn around and look up at him. "Ah. You look much better... how are you feeling? I took a shower while you were... out... I hope you don't mind." Ryo wasn't sure what to answer to this. To be honest, he didn't really feel anything.
"Why are you still here?"
Yasu just smiled and put down the glass of... whatever he was drinking. It looked like water to Ryo. Ryo frowned a little when Yasu got up and climbed onto his lap, facing him, looking at him seriously but with an almost childish innocence. "Don't you know? This night isn't over yet, Ryo... There's one thing left to do."
Ryo decided that even though he was feeling better, he must still be drunk, because when Yasu suddenly pressed his lips against his own, he didn't pull back. Instead, he kissed back almost urgently, his arms curling around Yasu's waist as if of their own accord. He felt Yasu sigh against him and then his lips opened and Yasu's taste invaded his mouth, a combination of sweet and fresh, strawberries and ice cream. Ryo vaguely realised that his thoughts made little sense but then he just stopped thinking altogether and he pulled Yasu closer against him.
The world came back when Yasu clambered off his lap and pulled him off the couch and to the bed on the other side of the room. There, Yasu let go of him and looked up, his eyes shining with a thousand wondrous secrets. When he spoke, his words were soft but demanding. "Undress me."
Ryo complied without words, his soft touches making Yasu shiver under his hands. He worked fast but without hurry, popping the buttons of Yasu's shirt open one by one, letting it slide off his arms to the floor. The white sleeveless top was next, then Yasu's pants. His belt was already unbuckled so it didn't take Ryo long at all to get rid of yet another piece of clothing. Tugging it down, he drew in his breath with a sharp hiss. Yasu wore nothing underneath.
Seemingly not shy or self-conscious at all, Yasu stepped out of his pants and made his way to the bed, lying down, propped up on his elbows, leaving Ryo to undress himself. Ryo was surprised by his own eagerness to do so and only moments later he joined his friend on his bed.
Yasu pulled Ryo down in another kiss, this one speaking of hunger and anticipation, and an excitement that was slowly but surely taking a hold of Ryo as well. Ryo could feel his body react when Yasu's hands were on him again, exploring, caressing, pinching, stroking. His own hands found their way to Yasu's soft skin and when Yasu broke their kiss, Ryo's lips soon attached themselves to the other's neck, nibbling on warm flesh.
After minutes of mutual exploration, Ryo suddenly found himself on his back, Yasu's face hovering over his for a moment, a grin lighting up his friend's features. Then, the face disappeared and Ryo's lower body arched up from the bed when those lips that had just been grinning at him, now devoted themselves to another part of his body. He moaned softly in pleasure, clawing at the sheets. "Shota..." Ryo reached out, wanting to feel a part of Yasu under his hands even if it was just his hair, but the other was just outside his reach and Ryo got the impression that it was intentional. Fine... he'd just concentrate on enjoying this, then.
Way too soon for Ryo's liking, Yasu pulled his head back and let go of him. However, he said nothing and just watched in curious amusement as Yasu crawled up to him and flashed him another grin. "I'm sure you have lube somewhere... but this is much more fun..." He turned his back to Ryo, then swung a bended leg over his body, all but sitting down on his face. "Prepare me, Ryo-chan..." Leaning forward and pushing his hips back, he made it very clear that he didn't mean for Ryo to use his fingers.
Ryo held on to Yasu's thighs as he complied to the other's wishes and ran his tongue over the sensitive skin that was exposed right in front of him. He was rewarded with a wanton moan when one of his hands ventured out and palmed Yasu's erection, giving it a slow stroke to match with his tongue's languid movements. When Yasu started to tremble impatiently, Ryo curled his tongue and pushed it against Yasu's entrance, the muscle soon giving way. In this way he coated Yasu with thick saliva while his hand curiously explored the erection he couldn't see.
When Yasu moved away from him, it was just to turn around and straddle him again. Positioned over Ryo's groin, but not sitting down yet, Yasu made one finger disappear into his mouth, then a second and a third, sucking and licking at them suggestively. When Ryo reached out, his hand was pushed away. Again, it appeared he was supposed to just enjoy. So he watched, and enjoyed, while Yasu's hand disappeared between his own legs, first one finger, then two, then three. Ryo watched Yasu's face as it contorted in discomfort for only a moment before relaxing again, his expression changing into one of pleasure as he moved his fingers in and out of himself faster and deeper. Again, Ryo reached out, unable to just watch anymore, but again his hand was pushed away.
Then, just when Ryo thought he couldn't take more of this private show, Yasu removed his hand, curling it around Ryo's now painfully hard erection, guiding it to that soft spot between his legs. With a soft sigh, Yasu impaled himself on Ryo and Ryo clenched his fists at the sudden heat and tightness surrounding him. "Nhnn... Shota..." He had no time to recover; Yasu immediately started rolling his hips in a slow but steady rhythm. Unable to keep still, Ryo bucked his hips up and moaned when he felt himself disappearing further into Yasu as he did so. Soon, both their bodies moved together, making the world around them change into a white haze. Ryo lost all grip on reality when Yasu sped up his movements and finally allowed Ryo to touch him again. He knew his hand was back around Yasu's length but he couldn't focus enough to know what it was doing. He decided to leave it up to his instincts as Yasu took him away from this world, into a realm of mist where only pleasure existed. The cottony fog whirled around them, spinning them around faster and faster until Ryo felt so out of breath, that he vaguely wondered if his lungs were going to burst. Just when Ryo thought he surely wasn't going to survive this, the world around them turned dark, a pitch black night lingering for a few seconds which felt like centuries before everything exploded and new worlds were created right before his mind's eye. With a loud gasp, he came crashing back to earth, wave after wave of orgasm searing through him until he was all spent and gulping in air like he'd been underwater for far too long. He vaguely registered Yasu crying out in a similar ecstasy, his tensed muscles only adding to Ryo's pleasure.
Ryo only realised his body had arched up from the bed when it fell down again, lying limply on the sheets, utterly exhausted. It took a few minutes until he could do so much as whisper. "Shota..."
Yasu had moved off of him at some point and now lay panting beside him. "Hmm?"
"That was..." Ryo had no words.
"I know," Yasu chuckled, sounding every bit as tired as Ryo felt. "You should take me clubbing more often..."
Ryo let out a breathless laugh. "Only if you pick out my shirt..."