A piece of EroPi for heicherry
Title: The pale purple kimono
Pairing: RyoPi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ryo is a host, Pi is his customers hb, and really jelaous of Ryo.
Note: For heicherry.
Nemo sine iudex - No one is a judge of himself
Ryo gently took his kimono out of the closet. It was weighing heavily in his arms. Ryo liked the way the material caressed his body. He took both of the ends of his obi in his hands and pulled the belt a little tighter, showing the beautiful curves of his waist.
The silk was a pale purple color but on the left sleeve of the kimono there was an orchid-ornament painted on. It brightened up the kimono and gave it a bit more color.
The club where he is working at is called Orchid, actually. All the host wear kimono’s for women. It was a pretty famous club. The hosts were all very handsome.
The club owners, Akanishi and Kamenashi, are very strict people. Everyone should be really protective of their kimono’s because they were all made by hand, thus very expensive. If anything happens to your kimono you should pay for it. Which meant, if it really went wrong, you would have to pay for the kimono by the rest of your lives.
It had happened to Ryo before. Akanishi and Kamenashi-sama had been furious at him. Akanishi had even threatened to kill him when he saw the large stain on the beautiful white kimono. Kamenashi-sama could barely restrain him for doing anything stupid. Ryo was their number one host after all.
It was not the most expensive one. No, he was wearing the most expensive kimono right now, the pale purple kimono. Even though, the amount that was needed to get the stain out, was quite a lot and had been taken from his salary that month.
It was ridiculous. It wasn’t even his fault. Back then had a frequent customer. She came here almost every day. Shiori-sama. She was kind but not really beautiful. Even so, the price that she was willing to pay for Ryo was a lot. Sure, almost all of it went to Kamenashi and Akanishi-sama but she did bring presents to Ryo. Ryo, being clever as he was, hid them inside his kimono. Once he left the club he sold those presents. A nice way to make some more money.
In some way you could say that Shiori-sama was treading him well. She was kind and when she laughed their her eyes would shine. On an evening, a few weeks ago, she came as well. Her dresses always beautiful and from the best designers. She was rich after all. Or actually her husband was. She had told him about her husband before. She didn’t mean to but Ryo had given her a bit too much sake. She told him that her husband was a cold man. That she came here because he wasn’t giving the attention that she needed. Ryo had told her that she deserved to be loved unconditionally. She had cast him a weak smile. He had never seen her so broken down before. It was kind of pathetic to watch.
Shiori-sama’s husband had found out about his wife’s business with Ryo. And you could say it was kind of an unpleasant surprise. Her husband did not approve of his wife going to host clubs. He would not be able to live down the shame. Or at least that’s what Ryo thought.
Shiori-sama’s husband had barged in like he owned the place, making a ruckus. He grabbed his wife by her wrist, looked at Ryo with those brown cold eyed and dragged his wife with him, as if she was a dog, in the act knocking over the drinks on the table, on top of Ryo’s kimono. Ryo couldn’t see what happened after that though. The bodyguards of the club immediately came to protect him.
Shiori-sama had not come the next day, nor the day after that. She didn’t come to him, nor to the club. Sure, Ryo was worried at first but it was for the best. He didn’t like the complicated lives of his guests. And especially not guest who spilled drinks on his kimono.
His guest of today was already waiting for him when he went to her. She was drinking something and by the look of it, it was something with alcohol. The woman who had called for him had visited the club for a few weeks now, but it had always been another host who had entertained her. Ryo smirked. It must have hurt Tegoshi’s pride when he saw that she had asked for Ryo today.
Ryo had seen many beautiful women. Still, he thought, when he looked at her, this woman was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It had been a long time ago since he had seen such a beauty. Her long medium brown hair reached her chest, which seemed a little flat but Ryo didn’t care about that. Her face was absolutely stunning and her legs, were gorgeous. The woman crossed her legs. The miniskirt barely covering anything. Ryo licked his lips.
"Welcome to the Orchid Club, Guests sama", Ryo bowed, following the tradition, before the woman, but she just shook his hand.
Ryo picked up a small towel and soaked it in slightly perfumed hot water.
He bowed his head and offered the piece of cloth at her with both of his hands. She took the towel and wiped his hands and fingers with it before putting it on the plate, making sure it was completely on the plate and not hanging somewhere.
He looked at her fingers. Her nails were short and not even polished. She must be a housewife, Ryo thought, and probably the head of the family. He looked at the assistant, mentioning at him to take the bowl of water and the towel away. When that was finished he bowed his head towards her.
“Can I offer you an another drink?” He asked, reaching towards the can of water.
The woman smiled, waved her hand and pointed towards the engraved crystal bottle filled with whiskey. Ryo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but obeyed. He filled the glass with ice cubes before pouring some whiskey in it.
Ryo stared at the woman as her long graceful fingers embraced the glass as she took it when he offered it to her. He followed the glass as it was lifted and swallowed when the glass met her pink painted, swollen lips. She took a sip of her drink, her tongue reaching slightly out to lick the drops so it would not spill on her. He could not help it, he loved the long slender and graceful hands and fingers. Imagining those hands caressing his body, was really erotic thought.
He was so preoccupied by staring at her that he almost didn’t notice the woman’s hand on his knees. It was warm, almost hot. Ryo sighed involuntarily. The touch didn’t hurt but it was turning him on even more. The feeling grew even stronger.
His body heated up and a blush crept over his face. He didn’t understand fully what was happening to him. It had never happened before that a soft touch already turned him on, but this lady’s touch was breathtaking and intoxicating. She had leaned closer too and asked Ryo a question, whispering softly in his ear. Ryo had been so absent minded, though, that he hadn’t heard it well. So she moved even closer and looked at him worriedly. This movement had almost made Ryo kiss her but he could stop before he lost all control.
"Ryo chan, are you okay?" Said the woman, now a little louder.
"Mhmm, yes ... I'm good, uhh ...", suddenly, he did not know what to say. He did not remember her name.
"Hisa"
"Hmm?" Ryo was confused. Hisa?
"My name is Hisa," she whispered. "Ryo-chan, you should listen to me more, otherwise I will be forced to make a complaint." She smiled when she said it.
"Uhh, Hisa sama, please forgive me for my impoliteness.", the host said, trying to improve the situation. "But you're just so beautiful, and I completely forgot about everything around me and just stared at you, please forgive me!"
Hisa chuckled softly. "Ryo-chan, It’s okay, I’m known for my forgiveness, but there is one condition." A smile formed on her lips.
"Ask me anything, I’d do anything to make it up to Hisa sama!" Ryo almost melted at the beautiful smile.
"Dance for me Ryo chan! Just for me, understand?"
Ryo was terrified. ’Dancing? It certainly would not end well! I cannot dance! I wanna sleep with her after all, because she is so sexy and desirable!'
"Ryo-chan? Are you okay?", The woman stood up and nodded at the assistant. "Lead us to a private room. Ryo-chan will dance for me." she said quietly but in an assertive voice. The boy immediately bowed his head and picked up the tray of drinks, with his other hand he showed the direction they should walk to.
Ryo gaped at her. It was an unusual request from someone who was his guest for the first time. Obediently he followed the woman. His eyes not forgetting to look at her hips. Ryo smiled. She walked as if she was dancing.
He awakened from his thoughts when he door behind him was closed with a slam. Hisa-sama sat down on the couch and crossed her long legs again.
Ryo’s brain was filled with passion. He wondered which dance he should do and then he knew. For her, nothing modern, no for her he would dance something traditional. There was a depth to traditional dance, which made it a sensual and exciting dance.
Ryo stood in front of the woman. He raised one of his arms slowly and the other. He turned around slowly and soundlessly, making sure he didn’t step on his kimono but let it wave over the floor as well. He opened his sensu, a pretty hand painted fan. White with black flowers, made with ink. He twirled his fan around his finger and turned the other way. Noh dance. He wasn’t wearing a mask but avoided contact with the woman’s eyes. He imagined how he would stroke her hair back behind her ear or over her shoulder. Then he would kiss her neck, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, licking her colorbones, touching the white porcelain skin, her breasts...
Ryo suddenly found himself facing the wall. His arms above his head and Hisa pushing them against the wall with one hand. She was too strong for a woman. With her other hand she pulled at his obi, untying it slowly. When it was loosened, she pulled his kimono over his shoulder. She bent forwards and kissed the skin on his shoulders. Ryo pushed his head back. The feelings rising up in him were almost too painful. The intoxicating kiss was knocking the breath out of his lungs. Hisa’s hand ran over his body, just like he had imagined a while ago but in reality it felt even better.
Ryo tried to turn around, tried, but then the woman pulled away from him.
Ryo sat down on the couch, leaning back on the pillows, panting heavily. The kimono was almost falling all the way from his shoulder. His obi hanging loosely around his hips. He looked at the woman, standing in front of him. Her back against the wall. Ryo panted and closed his eyes, he did not see the lady pulling of her wig slowly.
When Ryo’s breathing had calmed down a little he opened his eyes again. He looked at Hisa but she had bowed her head slightly, her hair covering her eyes. She shook her head and then lifted her head slowly, her hair falling back in place. As she lifted up her eyes, Ryo recognized him.
“Yamashita san! Shiori-sama’s husband....! Yamashita Tomohisa san! Hisa-sama!" his eyes widened his shock and his body was frozen. His hands, arms nor his legs would obey him. He looked at the panic-button under the table. It was so close. He just needed to reach out a tiny bit and he would be able to push it. Someone would come up, reaching up to help him. But Ryo could not move. It was almost like he paralyzed. Yamashita-san stepped in front of him. He pulled his knees apart and kneeled down between them.
"Now, you must listen to me Nishikido kun, and do not dare thinking about pushing that panic button!" Yamashita grabbed his hands quickly and had a tight grip around his wrist. Ryo wondered how anybody with those long smooth muscles could be so strong.
“That time when I came here. Do you remember? I was here to take my wife home. I was furious. How could she come here.” Yamashita bit his lips. “I didn’t understand her one bit. So I grabbed her and dragged her with me.. but..” Yamashita looked up and looked at Ryo. “but then I caught your eye. Jealousy was rising up in me. So I started this joke, this farce. Me, dressing like a woman. But fuck.. I started to realize it wasn’t jealousy that brought me here, but you. It’s you.” Yamashita huffed. “It was a long time that anybody had caught my attention. I’m a veterinarian. The animals and my wife take all my time and energy. Nishikido-kun, I’m not gay or even bisexual, but you caught me. I don’t know why, but you did, so I thought that If I would kiss you, it would disgust me... and...” Yamashita continue to ramble on but was interrupted.
“I’m not sure what you would like to achieve but do you think this beautiful speech is making me feel very touched right now?” Ryo was finally able to speak and the sarcasm was evident in his speech.
But that was all he could say, because Yamashita bent over and cut him off with a kiss. Ryo’s eyes widened. He had actually wanted to finish his speech but the searing hot kiss had started to let those erotic feelings return back to his body, hogging his mind. He had been bisexual all his life. A man or a woman, fuck or be fucked, it didn’t really matter to him. The soul was of great importance. And this woman, man - had an amazing one.
He looked at this beautiful person he thought to be a woman but was actually a man. He was still kneeling between his legs and looked as beautiful as he looked few hours ago. And even though the words had been bitter to take, Ryo wanted him. He wanted to feel his wet kisses again, he wanted to feel his long elegant fingers caressing him, touching his whole body. He wanted that white porcelain hand jerk off his cock, moving up and down in steady rhythm. Ryo placed his own hand on his lap, gently rubbing his already hardening member and sighed quietly.
His guest did not notice Ryo’s movement but continued talking.“I watched you for weeks. You were playing with other women and I wanted to lecture you at first.. but.. then I found out I was jealous of the girls.. The way you flirted with them..” He sighed. “Maybe I should stop, I know I want you but I don’t know.. I’ve never, you know, done this before..” Yamashita blushed a bit. “Who.. Who should top? Sh.. Should I… or you…”
He fell silent. He looked up at the other man’s kimono, his obi untied. You could see the creamy color of the host’s chest and stomach. Without knowing Yamashita’s hands reached out and touched his stomach, just above his navel.
Ryo’s eyes followed the man’s hands. A tingling sensation ran through his body when that beautiful hand touched him. Common sense left Ryo’s brain. He grabbed the other man and pulled him on top of his lap. His hand moved under the miniskirt and rubbed the younger man’s cock. It was hard, just like his and Ryo had to grin.
“You know, Yamashita-san. Something is telling me that we should skip the talking and discuss later.”
Yamashita’s eyes filled with panic and made a very weak contempt to break free. If he would’ve tried he would’ve been able to get loose of Ryo’s grip. Ryo grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into another heated kiss, the other hand still rubbing his cock and the guest finally fully surrendered.
"Don’t think about stopping now Nishikido kun. Don’t you dare stop." Yamashita’s voice broke because of the moans which the other was able to steal.
"Ryo." Ryo whispered, "Say it!", he demanded loudly.
"Ryo ... Ryo ...", the other voice became hoarse.
Ryo pulled back and looked at the other man for a while. He decided for himself that Yamashita wouldn’t be the one to lecture him, but he would teach Yamashita some things. Yamashita was still confused about his own feelings so Ryo wanted to teach him the benefits of making love with a man.
“Yamashita-san. Please stop for a while.” Ryo whispered. They broke their wet kisses and pulled back. Yamashita looked at him with widened eyes, wondering what Ryo would say to him. Ryo held him in his arms pushing him down on the couch. In a few seconds Ryo had turned everything around. Now he was the one on top and in control.
Ryo pulled up the miniskirt so he had better access to the other man’s cock. He caressed and stroked him before pulling the panty off, pulling his boxers down at the same time.
Yamashita’s breath hitched when he felt the cold air hit his cock, which was proudly peaking up. He grunted in disappointment when the warm heavy body left him as Ryo got up to take the lube and condoms out of the top drawer of the desk.
The warm heavy feeling quickly returned though and he moaned out when two fingers, slick of a large portion of lube, pushed inside him. “This is not what I had imagined to happen Ryo..” Yamashita mumbled. At first he only felt pain and it was clearly evident on his face as he hissed from the sharp stinging.
“Yamashita-san, relax, relax. I’m taking it slow okay..” Ryo said, silently thanking God for the two whiskeys the other man had drunk. That must numb the pain quite a bit. He wanted to pull his fingers out but then Yamashita caught his hand and stopped him.
"No!" He groaned, "R.. Ryo, don’t stop, it’s just an unusual feeling."
Ryo pulled his fingers out and after a few minutes he moved closer to his guest. In that time he had wrapped a condom over his cock and had coated it with a big layer of lube. He positioned himself between the other man’s legs.
“Raise your legs.” He mumbled and when the other man obeyed he gripped the man’s hips tightly. He moved slowly but pushed inside as far as he could.
Yamashita hissed in pain. Ryo started slowly jerk his cock so he would be distracted from the pain.
The other was tight, very tight and very hot. Ryo was trying hard to keep his cool. He didn’t want to lose it and fuck his brains out. After all the man he was fucking was still a virgin. Ryo grinned. Luckily, he had practiced a lot before.
After Yamashita adjusted he started to move, slowly at first but steadily building up a rhythm. Ryo tried to give more pleasure than pain, which worked after he found the man’s prostate, which earned him a nice loud moan. And then he saw by the look of Yamashita’s face that he would almost cum.
He change his movements, short and faster. It was easy to cum together with him. He felt that Yamashita’s erection was nearing the end. The man was tensing all up. His hole squeezing his erection tightly which made Ryo moan as well. Yamashita came, a wave of pleasure running through his body. Ryo climaxed soon after, spilling his seed in the condom.
Yamashita trembled in his arms after the orgasm.
"Yamashita san, are you all right." Ryo muttered. He held the man tightly in his arms and slid one hand through his hair, petting it slowly.
A normal person fell in love, dated, kissed and then had sex after a few weeks or months. A normal person didn’t bitch off the other before having sex.
But since he was a host his life could be anything but called normal. And since Yamashita was locked in an unhappy marriage, he couldn’t be described normal too.
'Tomohisa, you should know now.. ' he added to himself, ’that this wasn’t just plain fucking..'
Ryo looked down at the other man and himself and chuckled.
"Next time, remind me to take off the kimono. I wouldn’t dare to show this stains to Akanishi and Kamenashi-sama."
Yamashita pulled a smile on his lips, "Yeah, next time remind me, not to dress in female clothes, those stockings are really uncomfortable. Not to mention the miniskirt."
"Mhhmm, maybe a pink colored kimono would do for you?", Ryo now shamelessly laughed.
’Next time’, Ryo thought, guessing the other man’s thoughts. “Next time, I like those words..”
Pairing: RyoPi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ryo is a host, Pi is his customers hb, and really jelaous of Ryo.
Note: For heicherry.
Nemo sine iudex - No one is a judge of himself
Ryo gently took his kimono out of the closet. It was weighing heavily in his arms. Ryo liked the way the material caressed his body. He took both of the ends of his obi in his hands and pulled the belt a little tighter, showing the beautiful curves of his waist.
The silk was a pale purple color but on the left sleeve of the kimono there was an orchid-ornament painted on. It brightened up the kimono and gave it a bit more color.
The club where he is working at is called Orchid, actually. All the host wear kimono’s for women. It was a pretty famous club. The hosts were all very handsome.
The club owners, Akanishi and Kamenashi, are very strict people. Everyone should be really protective of their kimono’s because they were all made by hand, thus very expensive. If anything happens to your kimono you should pay for it. Which meant, if it really went wrong, you would have to pay for the kimono by the rest of your lives.
It had happened to Ryo before. Akanishi and Kamenashi-sama had been furious at him. Akanishi had even threatened to kill him when he saw the large stain on the beautiful white kimono. Kamenashi-sama could barely restrain him for doing anything stupid. Ryo was their number one host after all.
It was not the most expensive one. No, he was wearing the most expensive kimono right now, the pale purple kimono. Even though, the amount that was needed to get the stain out, was quite a lot and had been taken from his salary that month.
It was ridiculous. It wasn’t even his fault. Back then had a frequent customer. She came here almost every day. Shiori-sama. She was kind but not really beautiful. Even so, the price that she was willing to pay for Ryo was a lot. Sure, almost all of it went to Kamenashi and Akanishi-sama but she did bring presents to Ryo. Ryo, being clever as he was, hid them inside his kimono. Once he left the club he sold those presents. A nice way to make some more money.
In some way you could say that Shiori-sama was treading him well. She was kind and when she laughed their her eyes would shine. On an evening, a few weeks ago, she came as well. Her dresses always beautiful and from the best designers. She was rich after all. Or actually her husband was. She had told him about her husband before. She didn’t mean to but Ryo had given her a bit too much sake. She told him that her husband was a cold man. That she came here because he wasn’t giving the attention that she needed. Ryo had told her that she deserved to be loved unconditionally. She had cast him a weak smile. He had never seen her so broken down before. It was kind of pathetic to watch.
Shiori-sama’s husband had found out about his wife’s business with Ryo. And you could say it was kind of an unpleasant surprise. Her husband did not approve of his wife going to host clubs. He would not be able to live down the shame. Or at least that’s what Ryo thought.
Shiori-sama’s husband had barged in like he owned the place, making a ruckus. He grabbed his wife by her wrist, looked at Ryo with those brown cold eyed and dragged his wife with him, as if she was a dog, in the act knocking over the drinks on the table, on top of Ryo’s kimono. Ryo couldn’t see what happened after that though. The bodyguards of the club immediately came to protect him.
Shiori-sama had not come the next day, nor the day after that. She didn’t come to him, nor to the club. Sure, Ryo was worried at first but it was for the best. He didn’t like the complicated lives of his guests. And especially not guest who spilled drinks on his kimono.
His guest of today was already waiting for him when he went to her. She was drinking something and by the look of it, it was something with alcohol. The woman who had called for him had visited the club for a few weeks now, but it had always been another host who had entertained her. Ryo smirked. It must have hurt Tegoshi’s pride when he saw that she had asked for Ryo today.
Ryo had seen many beautiful women. Still, he thought, when he looked at her, this woman was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It had been a long time ago since he had seen such a beauty. Her long medium brown hair reached her chest, which seemed a little flat but Ryo didn’t care about that. Her face was absolutely stunning and her legs, were gorgeous. The woman crossed her legs. The miniskirt barely covering anything. Ryo licked his lips.
"Welcome to the Orchid Club, Guests sama", Ryo bowed, following the tradition, before the woman, but she just shook his hand.
Ryo picked up a small towel and soaked it in slightly perfumed hot water.
He bowed his head and offered the piece of cloth at her with both of his hands. She took the towel and wiped his hands and fingers with it before putting it on the plate, making sure it was completely on the plate and not hanging somewhere.
He looked at her fingers. Her nails were short and not even polished. She must be a housewife, Ryo thought, and probably the head of the family. He looked at the assistant, mentioning at him to take the bowl of water and the towel away. When that was finished he bowed his head towards her.
“Can I offer you an another drink?” He asked, reaching towards the can of water.
The woman smiled, waved her hand and pointed towards the engraved crystal bottle filled with whiskey. Ryo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but obeyed. He filled the glass with ice cubes before pouring some whiskey in it.
Ryo stared at the woman as her long graceful fingers embraced the glass as she took it when he offered it to her. He followed the glass as it was lifted and swallowed when the glass met her pink painted, swollen lips. She took a sip of her drink, her tongue reaching slightly out to lick the drops so it would not spill on her. He could not help it, he loved the long slender and graceful hands and fingers. Imagining those hands caressing his body, was really erotic thought.
He was so preoccupied by staring at her that he almost didn’t notice the woman’s hand on his knees. It was warm, almost hot. Ryo sighed involuntarily. The touch didn’t hurt but it was turning him on even more. The feeling grew even stronger.
His body heated up and a blush crept over his face. He didn’t understand fully what was happening to him. It had never happened before that a soft touch already turned him on, but this lady’s touch was breathtaking and intoxicating. She had leaned closer too and asked Ryo a question, whispering softly in his ear. Ryo had been so absent minded, though, that he hadn’t heard it well. So she moved even closer and looked at him worriedly. This movement had almost made Ryo kiss her but he could stop before he lost all control.
"Ryo chan, are you okay?" Said the woman, now a little louder.
"Mhmm, yes ... I'm good, uhh ...", suddenly, he did not know what to say. He did not remember her name.
"Hisa"
"Hmm?" Ryo was confused. Hisa?
"My name is Hisa," she whispered. "Ryo-chan, you should listen to me more, otherwise I will be forced to make a complaint." She smiled when she said it.
"Uhh, Hisa sama, please forgive me for my impoliteness.", the host said, trying to improve the situation. "But you're just so beautiful, and I completely forgot about everything around me and just stared at you, please forgive me!"
Hisa chuckled softly. "Ryo-chan, It’s okay, I’m known for my forgiveness, but there is one condition." A smile formed on her lips.
"Ask me anything, I’d do anything to make it up to Hisa sama!" Ryo almost melted at the beautiful smile.
"Dance for me Ryo chan! Just for me, understand?"
Ryo was terrified. ’Dancing? It certainly would not end well! I cannot dance! I wanna sleep with her after all, because she is so sexy and desirable!'
"Ryo-chan? Are you okay?", The woman stood up and nodded at the assistant. "Lead us to a private room. Ryo-chan will dance for me." she said quietly but in an assertive voice. The boy immediately bowed his head and picked up the tray of drinks, with his other hand he showed the direction they should walk to.
Ryo gaped at her. It was an unusual request from someone who was his guest for the first time. Obediently he followed the woman. His eyes not forgetting to look at her hips. Ryo smiled. She walked as if she was dancing.
He awakened from his thoughts when he door behind him was closed with a slam. Hisa-sama sat down on the couch and crossed her long legs again.
Ryo’s brain was filled with passion. He wondered which dance he should do and then he knew. For her, nothing modern, no for her he would dance something traditional. There was a depth to traditional dance, which made it a sensual and exciting dance.
Ryo stood in front of the woman. He raised one of his arms slowly and the other. He turned around slowly and soundlessly, making sure he didn’t step on his kimono but let it wave over the floor as well. He opened his sensu, a pretty hand painted fan. White with black flowers, made with ink. He twirled his fan around his finger and turned the other way. Noh dance. He wasn’t wearing a mask but avoided contact with the woman’s eyes. He imagined how he would stroke her hair back behind her ear or over her shoulder. Then he would kiss her neck, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, licking her colorbones, touching the white porcelain skin, her breasts...
Ryo suddenly found himself facing the wall. His arms above his head and Hisa pushing them against the wall with one hand. She was too strong for a woman. With her other hand she pulled at his obi, untying it slowly. When it was loosened, she pulled his kimono over his shoulder. She bent forwards and kissed the skin on his shoulders. Ryo pushed his head back. The feelings rising up in him were almost too painful. The intoxicating kiss was knocking the breath out of his lungs. Hisa’s hand ran over his body, just like he had imagined a while ago but in reality it felt even better.
Ryo tried to turn around, tried, but then the woman pulled away from him.
Ryo sat down on the couch, leaning back on the pillows, panting heavily. The kimono was almost falling all the way from his shoulder. His obi hanging loosely around his hips. He looked at the woman, standing in front of him. Her back against the wall. Ryo panted and closed his eyes, he did not see the lady pulling of her wig slowly.
When Ryo’s breathing had calmed down a little he opened his eyes again. He looked at Hisa but she had bowed her head slightly, her hair covering her eyes. She shook her head and then lifted her head slowly, her hair falling back in place. As she lifted up her eyes, Ryo recognized him.
“Yamashita san! Shiori-sama’s husband....! Yamashita Tomohisa san! Hisa-sama!" his eyes widened his shock and his body was frozen. His hands, arms nor his legs would obey him. He looked at the panic-button under the table. It was so close. He just needed to reach out a tiny bit and he would be able to push it. Someone would come up, reaching up to help him. But Ryo could not move. It was almost like he paralyzed. Yamashita-san stepped in front of him. He pulled his knees apart and kneeled down between them.
"Now, you must listen to me Nishikido kun, and do not dare thinking about pushing that panic button!" Yamashita grabbed his hands quickly and had a tight grip around his wrist. Ryo wondered how anybody with those long smooth muscles could be so strong.
“That time when I came here. Do you remember? I was here to take my wife home. I was furious. How could she come here.” Yamashita bit his lips. “I didn’t understand her one bit. So I grabbed her and dragged her with me.. but..” Yamashita looked up and looked at Ryo. “but then I caught your eye. Jealousy was rising up in me. So I started this joke, this farce. Me, dressing like a woman. But fuck.. I started to realize it wasn’t jealousy that brought me here, but you. It’s you.” Yamashita huffed. “It was a long time that anybody had caught my attention. I’m a veterinarian. The animals and my wife take all my time and energy. Nishikido-kun, I’m not gay or even bisexual, but you caught me. I don’t know why, but you did, so I thought that If I would kiss you, it would disgust me... and...” Yamashita continue to ramble on but was interrupted.
“I’m not sure what you would like to achieve but do you think this beautiful speech is making me feel very touched right now?” Ryo was finally able to speak and the sarcasm was evident in his speech.
But that was all he could say, because Yamashita bent over and cut him off with a kiss. Ryo’s eyes widened. He had actually wanted to finish his speech but the searing hot kiss had started to let those erotic feelings return back to his body, hogging his mind. He had been bisexual all his life. A man or a woman, fuck or be fucked, it didn’t really matter to him. The soul was of great importance. And this woman, man - had an amazing one.
He looked at this beautiful person he thought to be a woman but was actually a man. He was still kneeling between his legs and looked as beautiful as he looked few hours ago. And even though the words had been bitter to take, Ryo wanted him. He wanted to feel his wet kisses again, he wanted to feel his long elegant fingers caressing him, touching his whole body. He wanted that white porcelain hand jerk off his cock, moving up and down in steady rhythm. Ryo placed his own hand on his lap, gently rubbing his already hardening member and sighed quietly.
His guest did not notice Ryo’s movement but continued talking.“I watched you for weeks. You were playing with other women and I wanted to lecture you at first.. but.. then I found out I was jealous of the girls.. The way you flirted with them..” He sighed. “Maybe I should stop, I know I want you but I don’t know.. I’ve never, you know, done this before..” Yamashita blushed a bit. “Who.. Who should top? Sh.. Should I… or you…”
He fell silent. He looked up at the other man’s kimono, his obi untied. You could see the creamy color of the host’s chest and stomach. Without knowing Yamashita’s hands reached out and touched his stomach, just above his navel.
Ryo’s eyes followed the man’s hands. A tingling sensation ran through his body when that beautiful hand touched him. Common sense left Ryo’s brain. He grabbed the other man and pulled him on top of his lap. His hand moved under the miniskirt and rubbed the younger man’s cock. It was hard, just like his and Ryo had to grin.
“You know, Yamashita-san. Something is telling me that we should skip the talking and discuss later.”
Yamashita’s eyes filled with panic and made a very weak contempt to break free. If he would’ve tried he would’ve been able to get loose of Ryo’s grip. Ryo grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into another heated kiss, the other hand still rubbing his cock and the guest finally fully surrendered.
"Don’t think about stopping now Nishikido kun. Don’t you dare stop." Yamashita’s voice broke because of the moans which the other was able to steal.
"Ryo." Ryo whispered, "Say it!", he demanded loudly.
"Ryo ... Ryo ...", the other voice became hoarse.
Ryo pulled back and looked at the other man for a while. He decided for himself that Yamashita wouldn’t be the one to lecture him, but he would teach Yamashita some things. Yamashita was still confused about his own feelings so Ryo wanted to teach him the benefits of making love with a man.
“Yamashita-san. Please stop for a while.” Ryo whispered. They broke their wet kisses and pulled back. Yamashita looked at him with widened eyes, wondering what Ryo would say to him. Ryo held him in his arms pushing him down on the couch. In a few seconds Ryo had turned everything around. Now he was the one on top and in control.
Ryo pulled up the miniskirt so he had better access to the other man’s cock. He caressed and stroked him before pulling the panty off, pulling his boxers down at the same time.
Yamashita’s breath hitched when he felt the cold air hit his cock, which was proudly peaking up. He grunted in disappointment when the warm heavy body left him as Ryo got up to take the lube and condoms out of the top drawer of the desk.
The warm heavy feeling quickly returned though and he moaned out when two fingers, slick of a large portion of lube, pushed inside him. “This is not what I had imagined to happen Ryo..” Yamashita mumbled. At first he only felt pain and it was clearly evident on his face as he hissed from the sharp stinging.
“Yamashita-san, relax, relax. I’m taking it slow okay..” Ryo said, silently thanking God for the two whiskeys the other man had drunk. That must numb the pain quite a bit. He wanted to pull his fingers out but then Yamashita caught his hand and stopped him.
"No!" He groaned, "R.. Ryo, don’t stop, it’s just an unusual feeling."
Ryo pulled his fingers out and after a few minutes he moved closer to his guest. In that time he had wrapped a condom over his cock and had coated it with a big layer of lube. He positioned himself between the other man’s legs.
“Raise your legs.” He mumbled and when the other man obeyed he gripped the man’s hips tightly. He moved slowly but pushed inside as far as he could.
Yamashita hissed in pain. Ryo started slowly jerk his cock so he would be distracted from the pain.
The other was tight, very tight and very hot. Ryo was trying hard to keep his cool. He didn’t want to lose it and fuck his brains out. After all the man he was fucking was still a virgin. Ryo grinned. Luckily, he had practiced a lot before.
After Yamashita adjusted he started to move, slowly at first but steadily building up a rhythm. Ryo tried to give more pleasure than pain, which worked after he found the man’s prostate, which earned him a nice loud moan. And then he saw by the look of Yamashita’s face that he would almost cum.
He change his movements, short and faster. It was easy to cum together with him. He felt that Yamashita’s erection was nearing the end. The man was tensing all up. His hole squeezing his erection tightly which made Ryo moan as well. Yamashita came, a wave of pleasure running through his body. Ryo climaxed soon after, spilling his seed in the condom.
Yamashita trembled in his arms after the orgasm.
"Yamashita san, are you all right." Ryo muttered. He held the man tightly in his arms and slid one hand through his hair, petting it slowly.
A normal person fell in love, dated, kissed and then had sex after a few weeks or months. A normal person didn’t bitch off the other before having sex.
But since he was a host his life could be anything but called normal. And since Yamashita was locked in an unhappy marriage, he couldn’t be described normal too.
'Tomohisa, you should know now.. ' he added to himself, ’that this wasn’t just plain fucking..'
Ryo looked down at the other man and himself and chuckled.
"Next time, remind me to take off the kimono. I wouldn’t dare to show this stains to Akanishi and Kamenashi-sama."
Yamashita pulled a smile on his lips, "Yeah, next time remind me, not to dress in female clothes, those stockings are really uncomfortable. Not to mention the miniskirt."
"Mhhmm, maybe a pink colored kimono would do for you?", Ryo now shamelessly laughed.
’Next time’, Ryo thought, guessing the other man’s thoughts. “Next time, I like those words..”