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This is part TWO of the series--please read part one
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Friday, October 7 - Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)
START 18:00
“Ryyyooooooooo,” Yuri whined, trailing along behind him like a puppy as they made their way to the waiting area, “Please tell me!”
“Not gonna happen!” Ryosuke tossed over his shoulder, irritated that his surprise had almost been ruined by Yuri seeing a text on his phone during the earlier breaks that a package had been delivered to the house after they’d left this morning.
“PPPPPllllleaaaaasssseee?” Yuri absolutely could not handle being kept out of the loop and surprises were the bane of his very existence.
It was the reason why Ryosuke never, ever gave away any hint at all that there was a surprise incoming or imminent-because there was nothing that boy wouldn’t do to find out what it was, nothing.
Ryosuke stopped, turning around to face Yuri before they went into the other space, “Chiisana, please, can you just, this one time, just this time, let me have this?”
Yuri frowned, crossing his arms, not liking the sound of that, not at all, “I promise I will still be happy tonight? I don’t understand why it matters if I know or not, I just want to know.”
He knew he was being ridiculous, he knew that he shouldn’t press the issue, and yes, most certainly, Ryosuke should have the delight of surprising him every once in a while without having to go through hell and back to keep the secret.
I really want to know though.
“But, Ryo-chan,” Yuri’s voice became soft, lulling, and what Ryosuke considered dangerous, holding up his hands in front of him as Yuri advanced toward him.
“I could give you something in return,” Yuri cooed, “Whatever you wanted, I would give you, all you have to do is tell me what the surprise is…so simple, then we’re both happy.”
Ryosuke’s hands landed on Yuri’s chest, holding him back as he attempted to step forward, glad that despite how strong Yuri was he was still stronger just for situations like this, “Not this time Ree, you keep your mouth far from me.”
Yuri laughed, doubling his efforts to get past Ryosuke’s hands, “I’ll make it worth it, Ryo, you know I would.”
“I have no doubt,” Ryosuke admitted, “But this time, I’m keeping my secret, you might as well accept it.”
Yuri stood up straight, staring at Ryosuke, trying to measure his resolve, frowning when he realized he was dead set on this decision, throwing his hands up, “Really?”
Ryosuke nodded, “Really.”
“Fine,” Yuri stormed past him, stomping into the room where the other two 7 members were waiting, standing behind Keito to wait for the cue.
Ryosuke wasn’t fazed, he just walked to stand behind Yuri, knowing that he would be just fine, despite his theatrics. It was like he could count down the time in his head. Five, four, three, two, one-and turn! Exactly forty-five seconds passed before Yuri spun on his heels, his hands folded as if in prayer, his eyes sad, and his mouth in full pout mode, whining, “Don’t you want me to be happy?”
“Oh, GOD!” Yuto exclaimed, exasperated, yet humorous because he actually really enjoyed the stupidly cute antics that Ryosuke and Yuri were always up to, “What is it NOW?”
He turned around, staring at the two of them, shaking his head, then when he made eye contact with Ryosuke, who gave him a knowing look, his eyes widened, “Oh, that!?”
Ryosuke nodded, Yuri turning his head to look at Yuto, and then back to Ryosuke, “Wait! Wait! Yuto knows and I don’t?”
“I know, too,” Keito called out, not even turning around to look at the three of them. Yuri’s mouth dropping open as he stared daggers into the back of his head before he turned to glare at Ryosuke, “And KEITO knows!?”
“Yep,” Ryosuke smiled, because he only had to get through about thirty more seconds and then it would be too late for Yuri to do anything.
“Fine,” Yuri pouted, “but I won’t be happy no matter what when I open it, and you’ll for sure pay for this, I don’t know when or how, but you’re going to pay, Yamada.”
“I’m sure I will,” Ryosuke laughed lightly, shaking his head as Yuri turned back around so Ryosuke couldn’t see his face.
Ryosuke couldn’t wait to get home, as much as Yuri was making a show of his plan to not be excited, Ryosuke knew him better, and was fully aware he wasn’t going to be able to contain his excitement when he opened the gift.
Yep, he could carry on about how he won’t be happy, but when he opened the prototype cell phone that Ryosuke had secured, the one that has not actually been released, the one that can take pictures like a professional camera, the one that can do some of the most insane things that no phone should be able to, the one that is nearly indestructible because it was designed to go into space, the one that Yuri had nearly orgasmed over just by seeing a picture of it in Scientific Magazine, that phone?
Yeah, Ryosuke wasn’t nearly worried about Yuri wanting to punish him, rather he looked forward to seeing Yuri’s face, because he was going to LOVE this surprise and he loved to make Yuri happy.
I can’t wait!
Saturday, October 8 - Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)
[First] START 12:30
“Did you see that sign?” Yuri asked as they neared the holding area, trying to make the question sound casual, unimportant, “The one about me?”
“What sign? Ryosuke asked, glancing to the side to study Yuri’s expression.
“That’s a no then,” Yuri mumbled, picking up his pace so that they entered the room before Ryosuke could question him any further.
[Second] START 17:00
Yuri saw the sign again, clearly the girl holding it was at both shows today. He’d just swiped the towel across his forehead, dropping it and gasping when Ryosuke came flying out of the tunnel with a look of anger, throwing his coat sideways as he grabbed him by the hips, finding himself pressed up against the wall, Ryosuke’s body grinding into his own, as his lips landed on his neck, fervently pressing kisses and nibbles there, as his mouth moved sensually, slowly up to his ear.
“Ryo-chan…wha..what are yo-“
“That sign is a fucking lie,” Ryosuke whispered in his ear, sucking lightly on the tender skin just below before he lifted his head again to speak, “You’re perfect, Chiisana.”
Yuri realized what he was talking about, his hands moving to pull Ryosuke’s head up so he could see his face when he spoke, his expression soft with adoration, “I don’t care what the sign says, all I need is how you see me.”
“You’re fucking perfect,” Ryosuke demanded, his eyes full of fire, as if he wanted to brand the words onto Yuri’s skin, “Do you hear me, absolutely perfect.”
Sunday, October 9 - Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)
[First] START 12:30
“I don’t know if I can do this!” Yuri shook his head as they entered the waiting area, wringing his hands nervously.
Ryosuke immediately turned around to face him, using his hands and feet to shuffle and corral him back into the hallway, away from prying eyes, his hands resting on Yuri’s hips, gently squeezing them, “You can do anything, don’t lose your nerve!”
“…but my MOM is out there!” the word Mom seemed more like a curse word the way it was said, and Yuri’s eyes were wide, feeling like there was an earthquake inside of him because of how much his limbs were trembling.
“Yuri,” Ryosuke smiled, trying to temper the words he was going to say with some kind of emotion that would convey that they were meant in a more loving than provocative way, despite the actual words he was using, “Your mother knows we live together, I’m pretty sure she knows you’re a grown man who has grown up needs and desires,” he smirked then, his voice taking on a teasing tone, mock whispering loudly, “and I am also pretty damn sure she’s fully aware that we actually have sex, a lot of it. Which is honestly why she never drops by unannounced.”
“Ryosuke?” Yuri was staring blankly at Ryosuke, who hummed softly, lifting his eyebrows in question, “Don’t ever use the word sex in the same sentence with my Mom.”
Ryosuke thought about it for a second, then nodded, smiling, shuffling Yuri around the corner and toward the exit, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “Noted, now get your pretty ass out there and show your Mom why I love to fuck you so much.”
“Damn it, Ryo!”
Ryosuke entered the stage for “Party Monster” before Yuri that day, laughing hysterically as he waved to Yuri’s Mom and sister who were seated on the front row.
[Second] START 17:00
Ryosuke already knew before he rounded the corner that Yuri was going to basically kick his ass for the way he’d behaved earlier in the day during most of the show after ‘Party Monster’, specifically because he was teasing him in front of his Mom and sister, who truthfully, absolutely loved Ryosuke.
So, when Yuri was scowling, arms crossed as he leaned on the wall waiting for Ryosuke to appear, all he could do is laugh.
“Oh, don’t you laugh, Yamada,” Yuri fumed, “Let me read to the texts that were waiting for me from my sister…” he pulled up his phone hitting buttons, “she said, ‘you two need to get a room, do these people not realize you two are a couple? 2 hot!’ and then twenty minutes later she wrote, ‘I’m embarrassed that I’m sitting next to my Mom shipping you and Yamada, and then I realize she’s your mother too, and you’re my damn brother-gross!’…”
Ryosuke just laughed, because it was funny as hell and he wasn’t the least bit ashamed.
“Oh, don’t be too happy,” Yuri mumbled hitting more buttons, then lifting his phone to show Ryosuke a picture-one of him and Yuri playing up fanservice, a little more than usual thanks to Ryosuke torturing him, “MY MOTHER SENT ME THAT, along with a damn video of you that was captioned, ‘Yama-chan knows how to move those hips!’”
“Smart woman,” Ryosuke laughed, turning to walk down the hallway, leaving Yuri standing there with his mouth open.
He stepped after Ryosuke, his voice a hiss, “You like that!”
Ryosuke spun on around to face him, grabbing him, catching Yuri off guard as he tipped him back onto his arm, holding him like a groom holds the bride in wedding pictures, kissing the spot under his chin quickly, one of Yuri’s feet up in the air as he cried out, Ryosuke waiting for him to calm down before he spoke, “Yuri, it’s high time you realize I like anything, everything that has to do with you-in particular, I like your family enjoying our relationship. I spent years lamenting the idea that I could create a wedge between all of you if they didn’t approve of me-so while you’re embarrassed by those texts-I am euphoric. They accept me, they accept us, and they celebrate us. It makes me ecstatic.”
Yuri blinked, the frustration from before melting away as he realized why Ryosuke was the way he was about this, that it was because of all the years he’d been so afraid, so worried about what could potentially happen, dropping his thankfully indestructible phone as his hands lifted to grasp around Ryosuke’s neck, pulling his head down so he could kiss him lightly, “I love you.”
Yuri’s smile made Ryosuke’s knees weak, and in return smiled the kittenish one Yuri adored, “I love you, too, Chiisana.”
Monday, October 10 - Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)
[First] START 12:30
“Hey?” Ryosuke reached over, taking Yuri’s hand as they met at the end of their respective hallways, turning to walk toward the waiting area.
“Hmm?” Yuri looked at him curiously.
“Thank you,” Ryosuke smiled, his dimples showing in the flashing lights from overhead, squeezing Yuri’s hand gently as he turned to look back down the hallway.
“For…what?” Yuri asked, not sure what was happening or why.
“For loving me,” Ryosuke looked down at his feet, stopping, his hand stilling and Yuri jerking backwards as he hadn’t realized he’d stopped. He turned to face Ryosuke, bending a bit to try to look up into his face.
“You’re the easiest part of my life,” Yuri shuffled forward, Ryosuke’s down-turned head landing on his shoulder as he hugged him, “Honestly, there’s no effort at all, Ryosuke.”
“I’m a big baby, needy, clingy, and then in the next minute I’m moody, stubborn, antisocial, and mostly a complete pain the ass, it’s fine, I admit it,” Ryosuke murmured, turning his head to the side as he pressed his face into Yuri’s neck, inhaling the scent of him, his body shuddering from held back tears, the overwhelming feeling like he could cry from how strongly he felt everything in the moment.
“You’re not, but I’m not going to argue with you, we don’t have time,” Yuri’s hands ran down Ryosuke’s back, holding him tightly, as he realized the cue was maybe a minute away, “But tonight I’m running you a hot bath, and you’re wearing those soft fluffy pajama pants, and I’m going to take care of you. You’re overly emotional because you’re exhausted.”
Ryosuke hummed, hesitantly agreeing that it was probably the truth, and his mind already filtering the images of melting soap petals that Yuri would put in the bath, the taste of the strawberry champagne, and the feel of his hands as they carefully, lovingly washed him-the contentment he would feel as he fell asleep in his lover’s arms, no need to set an alarm, no need to do anything at all the next day as their schedules were completely clear.
“Thank you,” Ryosuke whispered, squeezing him tightly as he prepared to release him so they could make it to the stage for the cue, “for everything.”
[Second] START 17:00
Ryosuke was in no better shape emotionally by the time he’d come around the corner, glad to see Yuri waiting for him.
“C’mere,” Yuri whispered, opening his arms, and smiling when Ryosuke immediately dove into them, just letting him hug him while his own arms hung limply at his sides. Yuri traced his hands up and down his back, his voice soft in Ryosuke’s ear, “Focus on all the happy things, okay, just for the next hour and a half, and then we’re going home, and I’ll take good care of you.”
He felt Ryosuke take a shuddering breath, realizing that he was crying when he turned his head to wipe his eyes and sniff. Yuri just kept talking to him, softly, gently, “I left during break while you were doing your interview, and went to the market two streets over-I bought some of those cakes that you love and I also got a basket full of the strawberries from the farmer you adore. I know how much you love the ones that are heart shaped, so I took my time finding just the right ones.”
“I also found some lavender flakes for the bath-they are shaped like flowers, and when they melt little tiny purple flowers from the lavender plant float on top of the water. I thought you would smile when you saw them.”
“I also found a pair of fuzzy slippers for you, they are shaped like puppies and when you walk in them, they bark like a dog, I couldn’t pass them up,” Yuri’s hand pressed into Ryosuke’s back, the other cupping the back of his head, holding him as his body shook softly, “I got some rose oil, and I am going to rub your feet the way you like, and they had this shampoo that is from the Netherlands, it’s got strawberries in it, like chunks of berries, and it smelled like dessert-I’ll wash your hair, and we’ll go to bed, and I’ll turn on Gilmore Girls and we’ll watch it while I play with your hair until you fall asleep.”
“Mmmm,” Ryosuke murmured softly his approval, his arms moving up to rest on Yuri’s hips, “Sounds nice.”
“It will be,” Yuri smiled, kissing Ryosuke’s head lightly, pulling back to kiss his forehead and then his temple and when he lifted his face, a tiny smile appearing, he kissed his cheeks wet with tears, his nose, and then a whisper soft kiss on his mouth before he pulled back. His hands moving to wipe away the remaining tears, cupping his face in his hands, as he stared into his eyes, “I’ll always take care of you, I promise.”
Ryosuke nodded, looking very small and childlike to Yuri in that moment, none of the Idol appearing anywhere in him, just ‘his’ Ryosuke, “Always, Chiisana, you promise?”
“I promise always and forever,” Yuri answered, pressing their foreheads together, smiling contentedly.
Ryosuke drew in a shuddering breath, nodding, “I promise, too.”
Wednesday, November 2 - Nippon Gaishi Hall (Aichi)
START 18:00
The entire show had been rearranged, and the two boys found themselves with a rare expanse of nearly twenty extra minutes than normal that they would not be on stage during this particular show. There were some special Johnny’s guests and they were doing something or another onstage and two songs had been shuffled creating an unusual break for 7.
They didn’t particularly care where the other two 7 members were, since they had a plan, Ryosuke had snuck through the hallways, careful to not be seen as he ducked into the small closet he knew no one else would ever even notice, let alone seek out.
It was pitch black dark and he didn’t release the doorknob with the thought that he might need to open the door to let some light in so he could see if he was even in the right place. His questions were answered when he felt soft lips press onto his bare chest, he dropped the gold jacket to the floor with one hand, releasing the doorknob from the other hand.
“Yuri,” Ryosuke breathed out, his heart suddenly beating wildly in his chest at the attention he was paying to his skin, his hands moving across the smooth planes, his mouth nipping and sucking lightly. He lifted his hands, still blinded as his eyes hadn’t adjusted although Yuri’s clearly had, reaching up to feel for him, his hands finding his bare back, and caressing slowly up and down for a moment.
He’d thought they might take a sort of pseudo nap or something, but clearly Yuri had other things in mind.
That’s fine, too.
Ryosuke groaned softly, Yuri’s mouth sucking gently on the skin at his collar bone, slowly moving up his neck, then grasped at Yuri’s arms, as he could finally begin to make out the space inside the room he shuffled his feet against Yuri’s to force him backward until he hit the wall. Ryosuke pressed forward still, his body pushing against Yuri’s as his mouth descended on his, his lips and tongue burning a fiery trail from his mouth to his neck to his ear as he reciprocated the attention Yuri’d given to him.
There was something undeniably erotic about the entire situation, a closet built in one of the tunnels small, hidden, yet, in full sight at the same time to anyone who walked down that hallway, small cracks allowing the faintest hint of light to filter through, they were literally surrounded by thousands of people, yet they were completely alone.
Ryosuke moaned when Yuri’s hands moved down his back, palming his backside as he pulled him forward, his hips rolling of their own accord as he dropped his head onto Yuri’s shoulder.
“Ree,” Ryosuke mumbled, and within seconds they were flipped around, Yuri somehow manhandling Ryosuke to turn him and now his back was pressed up against the wall, Yuri’s mouth wild with need as he sucked on his neck, his hands fluttering across Ryosuke’s stomach, fingers near the edge of his boxers that sat above his belt line.
Just as quickly as before, Ryosuke turned the tables and had Yuri pressed back up against the wall, one leg between his legs, his hips pressed into him feeling the hard length of his arousal as he pushed forward, rolling his hips against him to let him know he felt the same, as he whispered in his ear, “I want you so bad.” His hands moving down the smooth planes of Yuri’s stomach to grasp his hips, then one hand shifting forward.
Yuri’s hand snapped to grab Ryosuke’s wrist, “This is a bad idea.”
“Just think about it, Ree,” Ryosuke’s voice was a purr, soft and silky, his warm breath whisping across Yuri’s skin as he spoke, slow kisses trailing down his neck to his collar bone, each word slow, sensual, meant to tease and torture him, “There are fans on the other side of this wall,” his free hand reached beside Yuri’s head and knocked on the wall, “Right there. I could make you scream and they wouldn’t even know they were hearing their beloved Ido-“
“Shut the fuck up and do it then,” Yuri hissed, his normally quiet and reserved demeanor lost to the need he was feeling and the unconscious timer that was constantly running, causing Ryosuke to smile wickedly before his hands were frantic on Yuri’s belt, nimble, practiced fingers quickly releasing the belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans in the same fluid motion that he fell to his knees, his hands drawing down the pants and boxers in a single motion, not even pausing before he drew his tongue slowly up the length of Yuri’s arousal.
“Fuck,” Yuri hissed, everything feeling like it was on fire around him as the crowd roared just beyond the thin wall, the groups on stage still singing and dancing and doing their job.
Yuri’s hips bucked against his will when one of Ryosuke’s hands wrapped around him, moving, sliding, tortuously slow as Ryosuke waited for Yuri to look down at him. Aware that Ryosuke wouldn’t really start his performance until he had a rapt audience, Yuri tried to focus, leaning his chin down on his chest so he could make out Ryosuke in the dark. When their eyes met, Ryosuke smiled, whispering softly, “I love you,” before his mouth opened and his tongue rolled around the tip before he drew it into his mouth, his lips sliding around the smooth head as his tongue swirled, heightening the sensation, worshiping him.
Yuri’s head banged against the wall despite his best efforts to keep his eyes on what was happening, the wall shaking from the sounds beyond it, and his hands slapped against the wall, nails digging, scratching, but there was nothing to grab onto. He didn’t care how loud the moan was, since he couldn’t have tempered it if he’d tried, when Ryosuke pressed forward, slowly taking his length further and further in, until the entirety was covered with either his hand or his mouth.
Yuri strained to bend his head down, his focus landing on Ryosuke’s hair, then his eyes which were closed in pleasure, his mouth tasting, sucking but not moving yet, teasingly lapping, before he hummed in contentment-and then Yuri couldn’t possibly look away, as nothing he’d ever seen looked as good as Ryosuke on his knees inside this closet surrounded by fifty-thousand people, his beautiful mouth wrapped around his cock, “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, Ryosuke hummed in contentment at the words, his eyes fluttering open, looking up at Yuri, groaning when he make eye contact, as his own desires were directly tied to Yuri’s.
His hand moved into Ryosuke’s hair, tangling his fingers into it, gently pulling on it because if he didn’t move just the sight alone was going to make him come. Ryosuke’s eyes narrowed tenderly, understanding, as he began to bob his head, slowly at first, his mouth creating so many sensations that were drawing a tightness from deep inside Yuri forward. He spread his legs further apart, leaning more of his weight onto his shoulders, tilting his pelvis and hissing when the movement allowed Ryosuke to take him in even further.
He didn’t miss the whine, his eyes shifting to see him again, the struggle he could sense in Ryosuke, his legs shifting subtly, a tiny sound escaping, one that he would have missed if he didn’t know him so well, and Yuri understood. Ryosuke would never put his own needs before Yuri’s-he never had-and he wished often he could tell people that-because it seemed to him that the world pictured Ryosuke to be a very demanding and selfish lover-but rather, the simple truth was he was the opposite, in fact, he was the most generous, self-sacrificing lover he could even imagine.
No, Ryosuke would deny himself any pleasure beyond that he received through the way he would enjoy Yuri’s.
"Ryosuke, touch yourself,” he spoke in a pant, voice shaking, loosening his grip on Ryosuke’s hair to gently stroke his face in approval when the hand that had been resting on Yuri’s hip, moved frantically to unbuckle his belt, undo his jeans and to pull his boxers down enough to release his aching cock, his eyes panicked in the moment between when his mouth had come off of Yuri, whimpering at the nearly overwhelming need as he wrapped his hand around himself, his entire body alight with sensations, nearly able to come just by a single touch.
His eyes looked up to Yuri, full of longing and desperation, as his mouth slid back down onto him, his own hand moving to the rhythm he was setting, his pace picking up as he hummed in relief, the vibrating sensation of the deep noise causing even more pleasure for Yuri.
“R-ryo-fuck!” Yuri cried out, jerking his hand out of Ryosuke’s hair in fear that he was going to rip it out as Ryosuke suddenly took in his entire length, his hand reaching up to grab around Yuri, pulling him further off the wall, his mouth coming to rest on his pelvis, and he swallowed, once, then twice, and Yuri’s hands hit the wall, his fists moving to his hair as he cried out, his body curling in, convulsing, as he felt the first pulse of release.
Ryosuke hungrily drank deeply, allowing Yuri the freedom to move his hips, and for his own part Yuri couldn’t stop himself, lost as the world shattered around him. He rocked his hips, pushing his body forward, not knowing when exactly his hands had found their way into Ryosuke’s hair. Only aware that he was holding Ryosuke’s head there against him, his cock deep down his throat, as he fucked his mouth without slowing, he knew he was loud, the noises echoing in his own head as each wave of pleasure was more intense than the last, but he couldn’t be bothered to care.
Ryosuke’s eyes hadn’t left Yuri’s face, his hand still wrapped around his own flesh, and Yuri let go of his head once the pleasure had abated and as he came back to his senses, pulling his hips back so that Ryosuke would release him, panting as he smiled, dropping to his knees so that his mouth could find Ryosuke’s seeking one, his lips moving with purpose, his tongue tasting himself as he tried to express some fraction of his love for Ryosuke.
His hand reached down, pulling at Ryosuke’s wrist to the hand that was pleasuring himself, causing him to whine, protesting, but Yuri pulled back from him, away from his lips which were still trying to find him in his dazed state, his voice firm so as to reach him through the haze of need, commanding, “Let go, Ryosuke!”
Ryosuke’s hand opened, his fingers wide as if he were controlling himself from taking it right back in his hand instantly, his voice pained, gasping, sobbing, “Y-yurri…p-please.”
“I’ve got you,” Yuri whispered, glad when Ryosuke seemed to understand, his body shifting to lean back, extending his torso to give him room, as Yuri’s hand grasped him firmly, not bothering to go slowly, as they neither had the time, or in all probability, Ryosuke certainly wouldn’t have the patience for a slow build. Instead, Yuri stroked him with the kind of pressure he knew Ryosuke enjoyed, working him hard, twisting at the head, then back down again, his other hand moving to fondle and squeeze him, encouraging him with his words, “It’s okay, you can let go, I’m here, I’ve got you now.”
“Ree, fuck!” Ryosuke cried out, and Yuri found himself amused, because he knew it was both a question and a complaint, and truthfully a compliment, but he didn’t slow down, instead he just renewed his efforts, keeping the same pace as Ryosuke’s hips began to thrust forward in response, “Ree, I-I’m gonna c-“ and within seconds Ryosuke’s hands entwined in Yuri’s hair, his gasps and cries punctuating the flow of hot liquid that Yuri swallowed down, having realized almost too late that they didn’t have anything there to clean themselves up with-so he’d bent over Ryosuke as he realized was nearing completion, taking him into his mouth as he came. He continued to suck and stroke him until his body stopped pulsing, Ryosuke curled over top of him as he tried to catch his breath.
Ryosuke finally pulled himself up, listening to the sounds outside, and smiling when Yuri leaned up to kiss him softly before asking, “How much time?”
“Seven minutes to spare,” Ryosuke mused, trying to catch his breath, pressing forward to kiss Yuri’s forehead before he reached down to help him fix his pants and the series of belts that held all of his electronics for mics and earplugs.
They’d managed to compose themselves in record time, quickly moving through the hallways to enter the waiting area, actually arriving before Keito and Yuto.
Ryosuke took the moment to center himself, pulling Yuri into a hug, resting his head against his, humming softly.
“Love you, Ryo,” Yuri whispered, squeezing him harder.
“Love you more, Chiisana.”
“Impossible.”
They would have to finish the argument about who loved the other the most later or they’d be late to cue.