One shot: Reckless
Okay, since I'm avoiding something . . .
Title: Reckless
Pairing: Ryo, Shige
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for New Year's Bunny meme, requested with "Shige's just interested in the physical. Ryo wants something more, but he's not willing to give up what he's got." Originally posted here.
Note: 2742 words, too much sex? Actually it's all just sex.
Ryo is pushed against the wall of a shower stall, and the hands on his shoulders fall to his hips soon enough. They grip tightly, and a hard cock is suddenly pressing against Ryo’s hip.
“Would you give me a hand here?” Shige whispers and then pulls on Ryo’s left earlobe with his teeth. Ryo inhales sharply, his own cock twitching, and his hand slides across Shige’s stomach, pulling at Shige’s cock soon enough. Shige growls and slumps against Ryo, his forehead pressed against the tiles next to Ryo’s neck, his tongue lapping over Ryo’s shoulder in between gasps and moans that fall from his lips. Ryo knows what to do, how hard to pull or where to press, and he can tell Shige isn’t in the mood for teasing. His hand moves faster as Shige’s tongue gets sloppier, while his other hand is gripping Shige’s ass.
Shige comes in no time and only slumps down against Ryo more, but he lets Ryo rub against his thigh and pull Shige closer still, lets him dig his nail into the soft skin of Shige’s ass. Ryo feels his own orgasm coming, even though Shige’s hands still resting on his hips are making him want to stop or at least slow down. He grabs a handful of Shige’s hair in one of his hands and pulls, forcing Shige to lift his head, and he kisses him, all wet, hot and just the right side of messy as he finally comes with a low moan and a whole body shiver that Ryo knows Shige felt too.
Shige laughs breathlessly a minute later.
“Nishikido-kun is always fun.” He detaches himself from Ryo, ignoring or not noticing how reluctantly Ryo drops his hands away from his body. Shige throws Ryo’s own shampoo at him and goes back from where he came from, water starting to run in the shower stall right next to Ryo’s.
Post concert high. Ryo sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Nishikido-kun,” he frowns under his breath. No Ryo tonight, he thinks even though he would never admit it. It’s only on rare occasions that Shige switches to his given name anyway. But Ryo thrives on those moments. All of them are firmly recorder in his mind. They make him feel like maybe, just maybe, Shige wants him too.
Of course Shige wants Ryo. Ryo’s body and the great sex they’ve been having for some time now to be more precise. It’s not like Ryo protests, like he doesn’t want Shige like that, like he doesn’t enjoy it, like Shige is using him. Ryo is not that weak. But he wants more. So much more that it makes him cringe. He wants the morning after, lazy and with breakfast, not only a quick goodbye and maybe even quicker fuck in the shower. He wants the feel of Shige’s back against his chest when they are still both breathing heavily, not only the feel of the mattress dipping as Shige turns to the side and buries himself into the blanket. He wants times when there is no sex, but they can still lie next to each other on the couch, pressed together and mocking the TV shows.
Sure, Shige looks good with his mouth around Ryo’s cock as he kneels in front of the said couch, between Ryo’s legs, hands on Ryo’s thighs and lips stretched and so beautifully pink, but Ryo would exchange it for his name falling from Shige’s lips when they just fight over the remote control. Most of the times, anyway.
Today is not one of them as Ryo grabs Shige after the rehearsals and drags him to his car, every intention of bringing him home. Because they both initiate these meeting equally as much.
“Nishikido-kun, I can’t go with you tonight,” Shige laughs, and Ryo’s grip tightens. Shige looks at him and suddenly leans over his body. Ryo’s seat moves back, the back rest reclining, just when Ryo’s head starts spinning from Shige’s cologne.
“Some other time,” Shige promises, “I want you too, you know. You looked so hot while trying to catch up with us today,” Shige adds, and his hand is in Ryo’s pants already.
Ryo takes a deep breath, and when Shige opens his jeans, he just runs his fingers through Shige’s long hair again, pushing him down. Shige smirks, but doesn’t resist, slowly licking his lips and then the tip of Ryo’s cock. When he blows a puff of air on it next, Ryo is so hard it might be embarrassing.
“Fuck Shige!” he mutters, the fingers in Shige’s hair tightening.
“Yes, Ryo,” Shige whispers, and Ryo’s heart pounds so fast he thinks he might not survive his own heart rate combined with the excitement of the moment when Shige goes down on him for real.
Shige’s mouth is big and can take a lot in, but Shige too already knows how Ryo likes it. So he lets his teeth graze the underside of Ryo’s cock every now and then, and he hums from deep in his throat when Ryo buckles up his hips. Ryo is moaning Shige’s name and gripping the sides of his seat, abandoning Shige’s hair to prevent himself from losing control and just fucking Shige’s mouth. Not this time. Shige looks up and moans, and Ryo sees him touching himself; he is gone without any warning. Shige doesn’t try to pull back, sucking him through it all and still moaning.
Ryo manages to wiggle one hand under Shige’s body and between his legs, and Shige sits up sharply, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Ryo twists his wrist and fumbles Shige’s balls with his other hand now he has access, watching Shige’s face all the while. When Shige’s mouth opens in silent moan, Ryo imagines him saying his name or maybe saying he loves Ryo, and he pulls harder. Shige’s cock twitches and he comes all over Ryo’s hands.
“How can I walk around with dirty jeans now?” Shige asks when he catches his breath, pouting lightly. Ryo wants to kiss those lips, but the fun is over, so it startles him when Shige does it instead, a light peck that barely brushes Ryo’s lips. “Take me home?”
Of course, Ryo thinks. Shige is secretly spoiled too. He also seems to know what works on Ryo. Ryo sometimes wonders how much exactly Shige knows, and it terrifies him. Would Shige still be so willing to give him dirty heads in dark parking lots, would he let Ryo push him against a random wall, would he tie Ryo up and fuck him while Ryo begs for more, if he knew what that more meant exactly? How it weighs down on Ryo? Ryo is fine with just fooling around like this. He gives as much as he takes, and it is fun and easy. He can think of what it does to his soul when Shige leaves and Ryo stupidly moves onto the side of the bed on which he was lying because it smells like him.
However, emotions eventually get out of control. As they always do, and Ryo really should have known. Should have known that one day-with Shige spread out in front of him like this, the small smile tugging at his lips even as he preps himself and tells Ryo he wants him inside right now-that Ryo would break. He pulls Shige’s fingers away, pushes his knees further up and decides he wants one of Shige’s calves on his shoulder as he pushes in. He doesn’t wait, just pulls out and pushes back in. Shige is looking at him, eyes so dark, so concentrated only on Ryo, that Ryo hears the breaking sound in his head clearly.
“Ryo, more,” Shige whispers in that hoarse, post-concert voice, and Ryo arches, speeds up. “Ryo~”
In the last attempt to save himself, Ryo leans down, sucks on Shige’s pulse point, but it doesn’t help, and when Shige moans again, his own hand moving fast between them because he likes it when they come together, Ryo looses it.
“Love . . . Shige, I love you,”
Shige goes rigid underneath him, and Ryo wonders if it was the shock or Ryo hitting him just right or his own hand that brought on this particular orgasm. But it doesn’t matter as Ryo is right behind Shige, and then he is falling back onto his heals and stumbling out of bed, right into the shower. Shige is gone when Ryo returns, and Ryo knows way too well what that means.
The visit Shige pays him that Sunday is unexpected. Ryo has been having nightmares about that shocked expression Shige had on his face when he came. He didn’t expect Shige to come anywhere near him any time soon.
“Nishikido-kun?” Shige asks from where he is leaning against Ryo’s kitchen table. He looks fucking hot, and this is why Ryo should have kept quiet. He still wants this body pressed against his, even if that is all there is.
“I mean, Ryo . . .” It’s hesitant, and they are not in bed. Ryo’s stomach contracts. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Ryo is sure. He wouldn’t say it otherwise. As much as it is immature, total school kid mistake-falling in love with a person you fuck, he can’t help it. Because Shige is so much more, a colleague, a friend, a good partner for banter, drinking, even serious talks. Shige is comfortable; even now when Ryo is panicked, he is Ryo’s center point. Despite being the source of the panic, Shige is the warmth and comfort towards which Ryo gravitates.
“It’s not so surprising, is it? We’ve been doing this . . . fucking for some time.” Ryo feels a pang of anger because Shige genuinely looks like he didn’t see it coming.
“But love?”
“Stop asking stupid questions Shige, and tell me why you came here.” Ryo gets up into Shige’s face but ends up kissing him. He finally kisses Shige before they have hands all over each other-in their pants or elsewhere. Just a kiss, full of tongue and teeth and frustration, the one that only Ryo fuels. When he pulls away, Shige just stares at him.
“I guess we should stop then,” Shige says all mature and only a little swayed because-Ryo knows-Shige still wants him.
“Why?” Ryo asks, running a hand over Shige’s jaw and down his neck. “You still want to fuck me, even though you know I’m all emotional and totally your bitch. Shige, I just gave you an advantage.”
“That I don’t want. I don’t want to use you,” Shige panics, “I’ve been using you.”
“As much as I’ve been using you, Shige. This is my decision.” Ryo presses closer to Shige, and Shige ends up sitting on the table, legs opening for Ryo.
“See,” Ryo whispers against the skin behind Shige’s ear.
“I don’t, I don’t feel like that at all,” Shige says, but he pulls Ryo closer.
Ryo pulls away and looks Shige in the eyes. He sees the beginning of arousal and a bit of sadness and confusion.
“I know. But as long as you want this,” he says taking Shige’s hand and guiding it to his own crotch, “then I am not going to let you bail on me. You can go when you’ve had enough.” Ryo makes it an order. He might be the one in love, but he can still dominate. He can still be the one to make Shige do things.
When Shige squeezes Ryo through his sweatpants on his own and looks up, his eyes hard as rock, Ryo knows he has won.
“Ryo,” Shige mumbles, and Ryo crashes their mouths together, bucking his hips into Shige’s touch. This is fine. It is more than fine; it is hot and perfect, and Ryo will not let go-love can go to hell. He drags his teeth down Shige’s neck and gets him out of his shirt in no time, and Shige whines, brings them closer.
“Bed,” Shige commands, and Ryo knows what will come just hearing that tone of Shige’s voice. He is looking forward to it.
Soon enough, Ryo is crawling to the headboard, already naked and on display. He grabs the lube and opens it, ready to show Shige what he could miss out on, ready to put on a show, but the tube is snatched from him. Shige is on the bed too now, and he spreads Ryo’s legs further, tongue running down Ryo’s spine making him fall to his elbows. Shige kisses his ass cheek and circles his rim and Ryo jerks. Shige shushes him and runs his hands over Ryo’s inner thighs, sucking at the soft skin on the left one until it is red and bruised. Ryo grips the pillow and rocks back.
“Please, Shige,” he groans then gasps when Shige pushes two fingers into him just like that. He is rough, impatient, stretching and rubbing Ryo’s insides with insistence until Ryo whimpers, his legs shaking. The third finger feels like too much, but only because it’s not what Ryo wants, and then Shige’s fingers are hitting him just right, and he is pushing against them.
“Shige,” he can’t say more.
“I know,” Shige whispers, and suddenly he is inside Ryo, hot and thick and burning, his hands resting on Ryo’s hip. He moves only when Ryo manages to catch his breath. He loses it again, soon enough, when one of Shige’s hands comes into his hair and pulls, bringing Ryo back against Shige as he thrusts forward, slowly, with force, so deep that Ryo might break.
“More,” Ryo says, and Shige snaps his hips faster. Ryo is on the edge, Shige hitting him right where he wants it, knowing his body too well. His cock is swollen between his legs, aching, but Shige is moaning, mumbling incoherently, hand slipping from Ryo’s hair onto his shoulder, the other rubbing circles on his hip. Ryo doesn’t want to come, not just yet.
“Say it,” Ryo whispers, doesn’t know if Shige’s heard him. “Say my name,” he rasps out louder, the last syllable coming out as a moan when Shige speeds up even more.
Shige’s tempo falters, and then there is sweaty chest covering Ryo’s back, and Ryo barely holds them both up. Shige is kissing the nape of his neck, his hairline, finally aligning his mouth with Ryo’s ear.
“Ryo,” he says, and Ryo clenches around Shige, so hot, so right. Shige’s hand slips off Ryo’s hip and finds Ryo’s cock.
“Ryo,” Shige says again as they rock together, back and forth. Ryo manages to turn his head, sees Shige has closed his eyes, sees him struggling to say his name again.
“Ryo,” this time whispered against Ryo’s lips, and Ryo is gone, coming and collapsing onto the sheets. Shige thrusts into him, fast and hard but not for too long, soon spilling inside Ryo and shuddering on top of him.
When Shige comes back from the bathroom, Ryo takes the towel from him and eyes the younger man, who is rocking on the balls of his feet next to the bed.
“You should leave. You don’t want to drive to your photoshoot from here tomorrow morning,” Ryo says casually and gives Shige a small smile. Shige sinks onto the bed next to Ryo.
“It’s okay,” Ryo rubs his thumb under Shige’s eyes. Pretty ironic how he is the one comforting the other.
Shige shakes his head and gets up. Ryo figures he’ll leave once he picks up all his clothes, so he pulls on some boxers, gets rid of the dirty cover, and curls on his side of the bed, sleepy and sated. When the bed dips next to him and Shige lies there, on his back, Ryo knows it is an act of pity. Shige reaches out with his hand awkwardly, touches Ryo’s back.
“You are just making me fall harder,” Ryo breathes out. Pity or not, Shige is trying.
Later that night, Ryo wakes up to a body curled against his, and Shige’s arm under his own head. Ryo knows it’s all just sympathy, that Shige is trying to understand, but understand only. He still finds himself chasing a sliver of hope that he does not manage to squash. He pulls the covers over them. At least this means Shige is not cutting him off.
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A/N: Hmmm, I just felt like writing lots of sex? IDEK I told myself I'd blame my meds and me being sick for my meme fics if necessary. But this one, I don't have such a huge problem with. The other one, . . . well I'll just think about it a little more before I repost that one. At least I won't spam you today?
Comments? Edits?
Title: Reckless
Pairing: Ryo, Shige
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for New Year's Bunny meme, requested with "Shige's just interested in the physical. Ryo wants something more, but he's not willing to give up what he's got." Originally posted here.
Note: 2742 words, too much sex? Actually it's all just sex.
Ryo is pushed against the wall of a shower stall, and the hands on his shoulders fall to his hips soon enough. They grip tightly, and a hard cock is suddenly pressing against Ryo’s hip.
“Would you give me a hand here?” Shige whispers and then pulls on Ryo’s left earlobe with his teeth. Ryo inhales sharply, his own cock twitching, and his hand slides across Shige’s stomach, pulling at Shige’s cock soon enough. Shige growls and slumps against Ryo, his forehead pressed against the tiles next to Ryo’s neck, his tongue lapping over Ryo’s shoulder in between gasps and moans that fall from his lips. Ryo knows what to do, how hard to pull or where to press, and he can tell Shige isn’t in the mood for teasing. His hand moves faster as Shige’s tongue gets sloppier, while his other hand is gripping Shige’s ass.
Shige comes in no time and only slumps down against Ryo more, but he lets Ryo rub against his thigh and pull Shige closer still, lets him dig his nail into the soft skin of Shige’s ass. Ryo feels his own orgasm coming, even though Shige’s hands still resting on his hips are making him want to stop or at least slow down. He grabs a handful of Shige’s hair in one of his hands and pulls, forcing Shige to lift his head, and he kisses him, all wet, hot and just the right side of messy as he finally comes with a low moan and a whole body shiver that Ryo knows Shige felt too.
Shige laughs breathlessly a minute later.
“Nishikido-kun is always fun.” He detaches himself from Ryo, ignoring or not noticing how reluctantly Ryo drops his hands away from his body. Shige throws Ryo’s own shampoo at him and goes back from where he came from, water starting to run in the shower stall right next to Ryo’s.
Post concert high. Ryo sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Nishikido-kun,” he frowns under his breath. No Ryo tonight, he thinks even though he would never admit it. It’s only on rare occasions that Shige switches to his given name anyway. But Ryo thrives on those moments. All of them are firmly recorder in his mind. They make him feel like maybe, just maybe, Shige wants him too.
Of course Shige wants Ryo. Ryo’s body and the great sex they’ve been having for some time now to be more precise. It’s not like Ryo protests, like he doesn’t want Shige like that, like he doesn’t enjoy it, like Shige is using him. Ryo is not that weak. But he wants more. So much more that it makes him cringe. He wants the morning after, lazy and with breakfast, not only a quick goodbye and maybe even quicker fuck in the shower. He wants the feel of Shige’s back against his chest when they are still both breathing heavily, not only the feel of the mattress dipping as Shige turns to the side and buries himself into the blanket. He wants times when there is no sex, but they can still lie next to each other on the couch, pressed together and mocking the TV shows.
Sure, Shige looks good with his mouth around Ryo’s cock as he kneels in front of the said couch, between Ryo’s legs, hands on Ryo’s thighs and lips stretched and so beautifully pink, but Ryo would exchange it for his name falling from Shige’s lips when they just fight over the remote control. Most of the times, anyway.
Today is not one of them as Ryo grabs Shige after the rehearsals and drags him to his car, every intention of bringing him home. Because they both initiate these meeting equally as much.
“Nishikido-kun, I can’t go with you tonight,” Shige laughs, and Ryo’s grip tightens. Shige looks at him and suddenly leans over his body. Ryo’s seat moves back, the back rest reclining, just when Ryo’s head starts spinning from Shige’s cologne.
“Some other time,” Shige promises, “I want you too, you know. You looked so hot while trying to catch up with us today,” Shige adds, and his hand is in Ryo’s pants already.
Ryo takes a deep breath, and when Shige opens his jeans, he just runs his fingers through Shige’s long hair again, pushing him down. Shige smirks, but doesn’t resist, slowly licking his lips and then the tip of Ryo’s cock. When he blows a puff of air on it next, Ryo is so hard it might be embarrassing.
“Fuck Shige!” he mutters, the fingers in Shige’s hair tightening.
“Yes, Ryo,” Shige whispers, and Ryo’s heart pounds so fast he thinks he might not survive his own heart rate combined with the excitement of the moment when Shige goes down on him for real.
Shige’s mouth is big and can take a lot in, but Shige too already knows how Ryo likes it. So he lets his teeth graze the underside of Ryo’s cock every now and then, and he hums from deep in his throat when Ryo buckles up his hips. Ryo is moaning Shige’s name and gripping the sides of his seat, abandoning Shige’s hair to prevent himself from losing control and just fucking Shige’s mouth. Not this time. Shige looks up and moans, and Ryo sees him touching himself; he is gone without any warning. Shige doesn’t try to pull back, sucking him through it all and still moaning.
Ryo manages to wiggle one hand under Shige’s body and between his legs, and Shige sits up sharply, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Ryo twists his wrist and fumbles Shige’s balls with his other hand now he has access, watching Shige’s face all the while. When Shige’s mouth opens in silent moan, Ryo imagines him saying his name or maybe saying he loves Ryo, and he pulls harder. Shige’s cock twitches and he comes all over Ryo’s hands.
“How can I walk around with dirty jeans now?” Shige asks when he catches his breath, pouting lightly. Ryo wants to kiss those lips, but the fun is over, so it startles him when Shige does it instead, a light peck that barely brushes Ryo’s lips. “Take me home?”
Of course, Ryo thinks. Shige is secretly spoiled too. He also seems to know what works on Ryo. Ryo sometimes wonders how much exactly Shige knows, and it terrifies him. Would Shige still be so willing to give him dirty heads in dark parking lots, would he let Ryo push him against a random wall, would he tie Ryo up and fuck him while Ryo begs for more, if he knew what that more meant exactly? How it weighs down on Ryo? Ryo is fine with just fooling around like this. He gives as much as he takes, and it is fun and easy. He can think of what it does to his soul when Shige leaves and Ryo stupidly moves onto the side of the bed on which he was lying because it smells like him.
However, emotions eventually get out of control. As they always do, and Ryo really should have known. Should have known that one day-with Shige spread out in front of him like this, the small smile tugging at his lips even as he preps himself and tells Ryo he wants him inside right now-that Ryo would break. He pulls Shige’s fingers away, pushes his knees further up and decides he wants one of Shige’s calves on his shoulder as he pushes in. He doesn’t wait, just pulls out and pushes back in. Shige is looking at him, eyes so dark, so concentrated only on Ryo, that Ryo hears the breaking sound in his head clearly.
“Ryo, more,” Shige whispers in that hoarse, post-concert voice, and Ryo arches, speeds up. “Ryo~”
In the last attempt to save himself, Ryo leans down, sucks on Shige’s pulse point, but it doesn’t help, and when Shige moans again, his own hand moving fast between them because he likes it when they come together, Ryo looses it.
“Love . . . Shige, I love you,”
Shige goes rigid underneath him, and Ryo wonders if it was the shock or Ryo hitting him just right or his own hand that brought on this particular orgasm. But it doesn’t matter as Ryo is right behind Shige, and then he is falling back onto his heals and stumbling out of bed, right into the shower. Shige is gone when Ryo returns, and Ryo knows way too well what that means.
The visit Shige pays him that Sunday is unexpected. Ryo has been having nightmares about that shocked expression Shige had on his face when he came. He didn’t expect Shige to come anywhere near him any time soon.
“Nishikido-kun?” Shige asks from where he is leaning against Ryo’s kitchen table. He looks fucking hot, and this is why Ryo should have kept quiet. He still wants this body pressed against his, even if that is all there is.
“I mean, Ryo . . .” It’s hesitant, and they are not in bed. Ryo’s stomach contracts. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Ryo is sure. He wouldn’t say it otherwise. As much as it is immature, total school kid mistake-falling in love with a person you fuck, he can’t help it. Because Shige is so much more, a colleague, a friend, a good partner for banter, drinking, even serious talks. Shige is comfortable; even now when Ryo is panicked, he is Ryo’s center point. Despite being the source of the panic, Shige is the warmth and comfort towards which Ryo gravitates.
“It’s not so surprising, is it? We’ve been doing this . . . fucking for some time.” Ryo feels a pang of anger because Shige genuinely looks like he didn’t see it coming.
“But love?”
“Stop asking stupid questions Shige, and tell me why you came here.” Ryo gets up into Shige’s face but ends up kissing him. He finally kisses Shige before they have hands all over each other-in their pants or elsewhere. Just a kiss, full of tongue and teeth and frustration, the one that only Ryo fuels. When he pulls away, Shige just stares at him.
“I guess we should stop then,” Shige says all mature and only a little swayed because-Ryo knows-Shige still wants him.
“Why?” Ryo asks, running a hand over Shige’s jaw and down his neck. “You still want to fuck me, even though you know I’m all emotional and totally your bitch. Shige, I just gave you an advantage.”
“That I don’t want. I don’t want to use you,” Shige panics, “I’ve been using you.”
“As much as I’ve been using you, Shige. This is my decision.” Ryo presses closer to Shige, and Shige ends up sitting on the table, legs opening for Ryo.
“See,” Ryo whispers against the skin behind Shige’s ear.
“I don’t, I don’t feel like that at all,” Shige says, but he pulls Ryo closer.
Ryo pulls away and looks Shige in the eyes. He sees the beginning of arousal and a bit of sadness and confusion.
“I know. But as long as you want this,” he says taking Shige’s hand and guiding it to his own crotch, “then I am not going to let you bail on me. You can go when you’ve had enough.” Ryo makes it an order. He might be the one in love, but he can still dominate. He can still be the one to make Shige do things.
When Shige squeezes Ryo through his sweatpants on his own and looks up, his eyes hard as rock, Ryo knows he has won.
“Ryo,” Shige mumbles, and Ryo crashes their mouths together, bucking his hips into Shige’s touch. This is fine. It is more than fine; it is hot and perfect, and Ryo will not let go-love can go to hell. He drags his teeth down Shige’s neck and gets him out of his shirt in no time, and Shige whines, brings them closer.
“Bed,” Shige commands, and Ryo knows what will come just hearing that tone of Shige’s voice. He is looking forward to it.
Soon enough, Ryo is crawling to the headboard, already naked and on display. He grabs the lube and opens it, ready to show Shige what he could miss out on, ready to put on a show, but the tube is snatched from him. Shige is on the bed too now, and he spreads Ryo’s legs further, tongue running down Ryo’s spine making him fall to his elbows. Shige kisses his ass cheek and circles his rim and Ryo jerks. Shige shushes him and runs his hands over Ryo’s inner thighs, sucking at the soft skin on the left one until it is red and bruised. Ryo grips the pillow and rocks back.
“Please, Shige,” he groans then gasps when Shige pushes two fingers into him just like that. He is rough, impatient, stretching and rubbing Ryo’s insides with insistence until Ryo whimpers, his legs shaking. The third finger feels like too much, but only because it’s not what Ryo wants, and then Shige’s fingers are hitting him just right, and he is pushing against them.
“Shige,” he can’t say more.
“I know,” Shige whispers, and suddenly he is inside Ryo, hot and thick and burning, his hands resting on Ryo’s hip. He moves only when Ryo manages to catch his breath. He loses it again, soon enough, when one of Shige’s hands comes into his hair and pulls, bringing Ryo back against Shige as he thrusts forward, slowly, with force, so deep that Ryo might break.
“More,” Ryo says, and Shige snaps his hips faster. Ryo is on the edge, Shige hitting him right where he wants it, knowing his body too well. His cock is swollen between his legs, aching, but Shige is moaning, mumbling incoherently, hand slipping from Ryo’s hair onto his shoulder, the other rubbing circles on his hip. Ryo doesn’t want to come, not just yet.
“Say it,” Ryo whispers, doesn’t know if Shige’s heard him. “Say my name,” he rasps out louder, the last syllable coming out as a moan when Shige speeds up even more.
Shige’s tempo falters, and then there is sweaty chest covering Ryo’s back, and Ryo barely holds them both up. Shige is kissing the nape of his neck, his hairline, finally aligning his mouth with Ryo’s ear.
“Ryo,” he says, and Ryo clenches around Shige, so hot, so right. Shige’s hand slips off Ryo’s hip and finds Ryo’s cock.
“Ryo,” Shige says again as they rock together, back and forth. Ryo manages to turn his head, sees Shige has closed his eyes, sees him struggling to say his name again.
“Ryo,” this time whispered against Ryo’s lips, and Ryo is gone, coming and collapsing onto the sheets. Shige thrusts into him, fast and hard but not for too long, soon spilling inside Ryo and shuddering on top of him.
When Shige comes back from the bathroom, Ryo takes the towel from him and eyes the younger man, who is rocking on the balls of his feet next to the bed.
“You should leave. You don’t want to drive to your photoshoot from here tomorrow morning,” Ryo says casually and gives Shige a small smile. Shige sinks onto the bed next to Ryo.
“It’s okay,” Ryo rubs his thumb under Shige’s eyes. Pretty ironic how he is the one comforting the other.
Shige shakes his head and gets up. Ryo figures he’ll leave once he picks up all his clothes, so he pulls on some boxers, gets rid of the dirty cover, and curls on his side of the bed, sleepy and sated. When the bed dips next to him and Shige lies there, on his back, Ryo knows it is an act of pity. Shige reaches out with his hand awkwardly, touches Ryo’s back.
“You are just making me fall harder,” Ryo breathes out. Pity or not, Shige is trying.
Later that night, Ryo wakes up to a body curled against his, and Shige’s arm under his own head. Ryo knows it’s all just sympathy, that Shige is trying to understand, but understand only. He still finds himself chasing a sliver of hope that he does not manage to squash. He pulls the covers over them. At least this means Shige is not cutting him off.
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A/N: Hmmm, I just felt like writing lots of sex? IDEK I told myself I'd blame my meds and me being sick for my meme fics if necessary. But this one, I don't have such a huge problem with. The other one, . . . well I'll just think about it a little more before I repost that one. At least I won't spam you today?
Comments? Edits?