One-shot: I like the way you move
I was not sure whether to even repost this. It might read better as crack or just a bad fic. But this is where my fics are in some kind of order and every single one of them served its purpose by being written, so one of my New Year's resolution is not to be ashamed of anything I write. I might still put my own writing down, but I really shouldn't because I am grateful for every time writing the fic let me unwind.
Title: I like the way you move
Pairing: Ryo, Ueda
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for New Year's Bunny meme, requested with "Porn of some sort. Preferably involving someone in a maid outfit. Bonus points if the outfit is kept on. ;P Oh! And if you can somehow fit I Like The Way (You Move) by The Bodyrockers into this, I'll will probably love you forever. :D" Originally posted here.
Note: 2890 words, maid costume.
Ryo thinks life is kind of great right now. Out of all places he could be, he is in Ueda’s house, watching the host walk around in a full-fledged maid outfit, his hair in two ponytails laced with black ribbons included. There is general commotion, and Jin falls of his chair laughing. He forgets to close his mouth when he is done though.
Kamenashi takes a sip right from a bottle of whisky. “I’ve always thought that once was enough,” he mutters and runs his thumb across the lace on one of the layers of Ueda’s skirt.
“You still have to prove that you can pull the whole act off just like in the old times,” Jin says, scrapping from the floor.
Ueda gives Jin a look that probably could have killed him if Ueda wanted to, but then he turns around, the black skirt whirling around his thighs, the frilly apron shimmering, and he walks up to Yamapi.
“Anything I can do for you?” he asks him in a low voice, one hand on Yamapi’s shoulder, the other on his own hip. Yamapi swallows, and Tegoshi, who’s been sitting next to him, pulls at the skirt in what seems a bit of a fit of jealousy.
Ryo thinks life is a bit unfair because he has learned today that this is not the first time Ueda’s had a maid outfit on. Ryo had unfortunately missed it all those years ago when Ueda still had black hair and was much lankier and possibly a bit shy. Back then Ueda had lost a bet, according to Jin who’s decided to tell the story in a sudden fit of nostalgia. Jin’s been sappy all evening, so happy that Ueda let him ambush his place and throw his own unannounced (to Ueda and the guests) good bye party. This particular story was full of juicy details on how fuckable Ueda had looked back then, and how he probably could have walked outside in that outfit and gotten offers from perverts thinking he was a very beautiful maid.
Tonight, Ueda glared at the memory, and Yamapi said he wanted to see. Koki laughed and said it might be scary now. Jin looked Ueda down and said that Ueda probably wouldn’t be able to pull it off anymore.
“Yes I could,” Ueda said stubbornly.
“Well, it’s not like you still have the outfit,” Nakamaru laughed soothingly. Ueda’s eyes flashed. “No way,” Nakamaru chuckled, and that was it.
Ryo thinks life is a bitch. Because two hours later, Ueda still has the costume on. He is walking around in knee high white socks, half of his back bare, covered only by the lace up of his dress. The layers of his skirt bounce around in strange rhythm, in sync with his ponytails, and Ryo can’t even bring himself to mind that Ueda did not find his heels. What he minds though is that he can’t touch. No one can-that was what Ueda said right before he stormed off to get the costume on. Ryo thinks that is the punishment for everyone who riled him up until he put it on. What with the way Ueda sways his hips a little as he walks around, the way he touches people and brings them their drinks with a small smile and low “enjoy your drink,” and with the way he smirks when they visibly gulp.
The night progresses and Ryo finds himself following Ueda everywhere he moves. He has forgotten to drink, high only on the way the other smiles at people, slowly and deviously. Ueda acts all fake and surprised when people loose breath when they approach him, and Ryo can’t bring himself to not like that too-this side of Ueda that is almost evil. He likes how Ueda is having fun, dancing when a catchy tune comes on because he knows that his skirt rides up when he twirls, how he puts on the show. He even sings, and Ryo thinks that is the only reason he hasn’t gone and jerked himself off yet, the way Ueda is off tune most of the time. It makes Ryo laugh. But then he catches himself thinking it is adorable and that he likes that too. But Ueda doesn’t even spare him a glance, so Ryo is getting ready to leave, already filing Ueda riding him while still wearing his maid costume as another fantasy involving this man that will come haunt him.
Ryo thinks life is a twisted little schemer. Mostly because he never leaves, not being able to tear his eyes away from Ueda, even finding some kind of a soundtrack to what he’s been watching all evening. He waits to be kicked out just like everyone else. Ueda strategically pushed most of the people into standing at some point, blinking innocently and telling them it’s time to leave now. But the order never comes maybe because Ryo’s been on his feet this entire time tailing Ueda. So when the last guest leaves and Ueda finally turns around to face him, the same sly smile on, Ryo thinks he is probably going to hell.
“Help me clean, please?” Ueda pleads, eyelashes batting. Ryo forces himself into breathing again. Ueda stares at him for a moment then laughs, more manly and loudly this time, head falling back, his ponytails swinging from side to side.
“What the fuck?!” Ryo finally says.
“You were the only one sober,” Ueda shrugs. He then sighs and pulls at his hair, the ribbons slipping of it. Ryo stares at Ueda’s fingers full of those shiny black stripes and pouts. Ueda looks at him from beneath his eyelashes, a smile still tugging at his lips, his lip gloss still perfect on them.
“Fine, but I won’t do it for free,” Ryo murmurs, stepping closer to Ueda. He doesn’t dare to touch though.
Ueda, on the other hand, has no problem-touching. He runs his fingers down Ryo’s throat, and Ryo likes that touch a bit too much; it leaves him burning, the arousal he’s been fighting off all night hitting his body with new force.
“Maybe you can watch me take this off?” Ueda whispers, looking Ryo straight in the eyes this time. “You like to watch me, right?”
I like the way you move plays in Ryo’s head, that annoying jingle of the night, but it wakes him up a little, and he manages to snort.
“If it was up to me, you’d keep it on,” he says and picks up a few empty beer bottles. He misses the smirk on Ueda’s face.
They keep the music on, and Ueda still mostly just twirls around, looking smug when he catches Ryo looking at him hungrily. Ryo isn’t trying to hide the desire that is burning him up anymore when he is caught, and in return Ueda doesn’t hide that he watches Ryo too. They each work in a different room at first, but more often than not they meet in the kitchen, and Ryo’s kept on the edge, Ueda reaching over him for a clean cloth or openly running his hand down Ryo’s back, all the way down to his ass.
By the time they are done, they can see the beginning of the dawn outside, and Ryo is whipped. He is also mostly hard, and he forgets to hide it when he turns to Ueda, one eyebrow raised in expectation, all intention of appearing cool.
“Whatever it is, the pay for this better be good,”
“Hmm,” Ueda hums, coming closer, his eyes roaming across Ryo’s body. “I think you would be fine with whatever I give you,” he says.
“Fuck tha-, ufff,” Ryo makes a surprised sound when Ueda grabs his collar and pushes him back against the wall. His front collides with the soft fabric of the dress and Ueda’s hard body underneath it, and his eyes widen when one of Ueda’s hands slips between them immediately, rubbing Ryo through his pants.
“Yeah?” Ueda breathes into Ryo’s ear, and Ryo swallows, feeling Ueda move against him, his hand awkwardly stuck between them.
“May I touch you?” Ryo finds himself asking, biting his own lip afterwards because he shouldn’t need a permission.
Ueda laughs that low laugh of his and pulls at Ryo’s earlobe with his teeth. His hand disappears from between them, and he pushes Ryo more into the wall. Ryo gasps, his erection twitching in his jeans painfully. He curses all that lace of Ueda’s skirt because he can’t tell if what he feels rubbing against him is actually Ueda-hard, or not. Ueda chuckles again and braces himself against the wall with one hand.
“You may,” he whispers, and his other hand is pushing on Ryo’s shoulder. Ryo yelps, but his knees give away, and he finds himself face to face with more black cotton and white lace and that tiny white apron. He looks up, and Ueda just smiles, his hand grabbing a handful of Ryo’s hair.
Ryo swears again, but his hands shake from excitement when they dig into the fabric, trying to push it up until he feels Ueda’s boxers. Ueda groans, and Ryo’s fingers burn at the realization of what he just brushed against. He looks up in a little of disbelief, and Ueda pouts.
“You make me all hot and bothered with the way you look at me all night long,” he says in a staged high voice.
Ryo snaps-bites at the black fabric in his face, managing to scrape his teeth against Ueda’s thigh-in anger at how even that staged voice shoots right into his cock. Ueda moans and bucks his hips forward. It sends another bolt of electricity through Ryo’s body, and he doesn’t care anymore. He hurriedly pulls at Ueda’s boxers, eliciting more low grumbles when he fails to find the waistband at first, effectively brushing his fingers against Ueda’s lower abdomen. When he finally gets them out of the way, Ueda’s cock juts up, and Ueda heaves a sigh of relief. He pushes forward in the next moment, and Ryo hits his head against the wall to avoid getting poked in the eye. They both growl, and Ryo wants to laugh, but he also wants a taste, so he takes the cock into his hand and buries the other one into the skirt, trying to grip Ueda’s hip and pushing him back a little. He gives Ueda’s cock a few strokes and marvels at the way it twitches and at the sound Ueda makes in the back of his throat.
“Please,” Ueda says suddenly. Ryo almost chokes on his breath, his insides twisting. He looks up again, and Ueda brushes his fringe away, adjusts the skirt a little so he can see well.
With that, all Ryo thinks about is pleasing him, and he moves forward, his lips wrapping around Ueda slowly, hesitantly until his nose is rubbing against Ueda’s loins, and he can feel Ueda shaking. He moves back, and groans when he hits the wall again. Ueda’s resulting moan makes Ryo’s cock twitch, and he whines. Ueda snaps his hips at that, and Ryo lets him, one of his hands dropping to his own jeans, struggling to get them at least open while Ueda moves back and forth. He is fucking Ryo’s mouth, mumbling incoherently, and Ryo hears his name but can’t figure out the rest. He finally manages to pull down his jeans, but his hands fly back to Ueda’s hips, fingers slipping through the lace, so he can brace himself better. He feels Ueda shift and his pace falter. He looks up, his lips tightening, and he sees Ueda’s face, scrunched in pleasure and maybe a little discomfort. The skirt ruffles, and Ryo almost chokes, realizing where one of Ueda’s hands went. He watches, and feels as Ueda tenses.
Ryo’s hands move on his own, slipping backwards and over Ueda’s ass cheeks. One of his hands finds Ueda’s writs and feels it move forward. His brain has problems catching up to the fact that Ueda has two fingers inside himself, pushing in and out slowly. Then Ueda’s hips snap again, and his cock hits the back of Ryo’s throat. Ryo is moaning around it, his body on pin and needles, as he watches Ueda fall apart above him. His own cock is painfully hard between his legs, still untouched. He whines next time Ueda pulls back because this is not fair. It is getting harder to keep his throat relaxed, his jaw aching, and he digs his nails into Ueda’s ass. It has Ueda’s eyes opening abruptly and his head falling forward as he comes, trying to pull away. It’s too late though, so Ryo keeps him in place and swallows as much as he can, sucking him through his orgasm. Ueda slides down to the floor after a moment, head falling to Ryo’s shoulder, his breath quick and ragged.
“Freak,” Ryo states, just as breathless, but still hard. Ueda’s head snaps up, and he crashes their mouths together for the first time, biting Ryo’s lip and drawing his tongue out, kissing him hard as he tugs at Ryo’s hair again.
“What are you waiting for,” Ueda mumbles against Ryo’s lips when he pulls away to suck at the bottom one again.
It takes Ryo about three seconds to catch on to that and another ten to pull his jeans and boxers off completely. Ueda takes care of Ryo’s shirt before he is pushed onto the floor. Ryo takes the sight of him in properly, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, lips finally a little less perfect, looking better now that most of the lip gloss is all over Ryo’s face, skin flushed on his bare shoulders. He runs his hand down Ueda’s legs, rolling off the white socks and reveling in the wide eyes Ueda gives him at the gesture. He rubs his thighs and finally pushes his legs up and apart.
“Hold up the skirt,” he mutters, and Ueda chuckles, still a little breathless. He pushes a small tube- already open-into Ryo’s hand, and it hits Ryo again, that he is about to fuck Ueda right there on the floor of his living room. He quickly coats his fingers, but Ueda stops him again.
“I’m ready,” he hisses and guides Ryo’s hand to his own cock, helping him stroke it, and Ryo is proud he didn’t come right there. Then he is batting Ueda’s hand away, pushing on his inner thighs more.
“Fuck me, like I’ve been a bad maid, not serving you properly all night,” Ueda says, voice less mocking and more aroused, but he almost manages to wink, and Ryo pushes into him, one smooth motion until his balls are flush against Ueda’s ass. Ueda arches, and Ryo shifts on his knees, bringing Ueda’s hips up and closer.
“Move,” Ueda commands, wrapping his legs around Ryo’s waist. His palms are flat against the floor and his arm muscles strain as his entire body rolls towards Ryo, again and again, until Ryo snaps and moves by himself, fast and shallow thrusts into the perfect heat of Ueda’s body.
“So tight, fuck,” he mutters and leans down, changing the angel. He hits Ueda just right, and watches as Ueda’s mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes dark and full of lust, challenging Ryo to do it again. Ryo holds himself up with one hand, the other still digging into Ueda’s hip, and he moves faster, his stomach brushing against Ueda’s cock. He realizes Ueda is hard again, and it makes him try and hold on a little longer.
“You wanted to, argh, touch me,” Ueda rasps, his hands flying up and digging into Ryo’s back and his ass. He moves hastily against Ryo, hair splayed on the floor, the lace of his dress tickling Ryo’s skin. Ryo moans and manages to get a hand on Ueda’s cock again. Ueda tightens around him and closes his eyes, and Ryo leans down, licking and kissing his lips and his face, tongue lapping everywhere. When he feels Ueda’s started to tremble again, he finally lets go, his own orgasm knocking his breath out of him and his body going still. Ueda whines and contracts around him, still trying to move beneath him, and Ryo pushes his thumb into the slit of hic cock. With a moan, Ueda comes all over Ryo’s fingers.
“Fuck,” Ryo says and rolls off to the side, hissing when his back touches the cold hard floor.
Ueda hums and turns to the side, untying his apron and cleaning Ryo’s fingers and stomach with it.
Ryo watches sadly as Ueda throws the apron away, destroyed. Ueda follows his gaze and laughs. “It’s not the same without it, is it?” he asks, and Ryo bites his lip.
“Nah, I still like the way you move,” he says when Ueda inches closer, running his hand across Ryo’s jaw, massaging it where Ryo feels it getting pretty sore.
“You are one lousy master,” Ueda chuckles, “next time you wear the dress.”
Ryo grabs Ueda’s dress, pulls at it and shuts Ueda up, kissing him deep and hopefully all master like.
“We’ll see about that,” he mutters, fingering the strings holding Ueda’s dress together on his back. Ueda just laughs some more.
end
Title: I like the way you move
Pairing: Ryo, Ueda
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for New Year's Bunny meme, requested with "Porn of some sort. Preferably involving someone in a maid outfit. Bonus points if the outfit is kept on. ;P Oh! And if you can somehow fit I Like The Way (You Move) by The Bodyrockers into this, I'll will probably love you forever. :D" Originally posted here.
Note: 2890 words, maid costume.
Ryo thinks life is kind of great right now. Out of all places he could be, he is in Ueda’s house, watching the host walk around in a full-fledged maid outfit, his hair in two ponytails laced with black ribbons included. There is general commotion, and Jin falls of his chair laughing. He forgets to close his mouth when he is done though.
Kamenashi takes a sip right from a bottle of whisky. “I’ve always thought that once was enough,” he mutters and runs his thumb across the lace on one of the layers of Ueda’s skirt.
“You still have to prove that you can pull the whole act off just like in the old times,” Jin says, scrapping from the floor.
Ueda gives Jin a look that probably could have killed him if Ueda wanted to, but then he turns around, the black skirt whirling around his thighs, the frilly apron shimmering, and he walks up to Yamapi.
“Anything I can do for you?” he asks him in a low voice, one hand on Yamapi’s shoulder, the other on his own hip. Yamapi swallows, and Tegoshi, who’s been sitting next to him, pulls at the skirt in what seems a bit of a fit of jealousy.
Ryo thinks life is a bit unfair because he has learned today that this is not the first time Ueda’s had a maid outfit on. Ryo had unfortunately missed it all those years ago when Ueda still had black hair and was much lankier and possibly a bit shy. Back then Ueda had lost a bet, according to Jin who’s decided to tell the story in a sudden fit of nostalgia. Jin’s been sappy all evening, so happy that Ueda let him ambush his place and throw his own unannounced (to Ueda and the guests) good bye party. This particular story was full of juicy details on how fuckable Ueda had looked back then, and how he probably could have walked outside in that outfit and gotten offers from perverts thinking he was a very beautiful maid.
Tonight, Ueda glared at the memory, and Yamapi said he wanted to see. Koki laughed and said it might be scary now. Jin looked Ueda down and said that Ueda probably wouldn’t be able to pull it off anymore.
“Yes I could,” Ueda said stubbornly.
“Well, it’s not like you still have the outfit,” Nakamaru laughed soothingly. Ueda’s eyes flashed. “No way,” Nakamaru chuckled, and that was it.
Ryo thinks life is a bitch. Because two hours later, Ueda still has the costume on. He is walking around in knee high white socks, half of his back bare, covered only by the lace up of his dress. The layers of his skirt bounce around in strange rhythm, in sync with his ponytails, and Ryo can’t even bring himself to mind that Ueda did not find his heels. What he minds though is that he can’t touch. No one can-that was what Ueda said right before he stormed off to get the costume on. Ryo thinks that is the punishment for everyone who riled him up until he put it on. What with the way Ueda sways his hips a little as he walks around, the way he touches people and brings them their drinks with a small smile and low “enjoy your drink,” and with the way he smirks when they visibly gulp.
The night progresses and Ryo finds himself following Ueda everywhere he moves. He has forgotten to drink, high only on the way the other smiles at people, slowly and deviously. Ueda acts all fake and surprised when people loose breath when they approach him, and Ryo can’t bring himself to not like that too-this side of Ueda that is almost evil. He likes how Ueda is having fun, dancing when a catchy tune comes on because he knows that his skirt rides up when he twirls, how he puts on the show. He even sings, and Ryo thinks that is the only reason he hasn’t gone and jerked himself off yet, the way Ueda is off tune most of the time. It makes Ryo laugh. But then he catches himself thinking it is adorable and that he likes that too. But Ueda doesn’t even spare him a glance, so Ryo is getting ready to leave, already filing Ueda riding him while still wearing his maid costume as another fantasy involving this man that will come haunt him.
Ryo thinks life is a twisted little schemer. Mostly because he never leaves, not being able to tear his eyes away from Ueda, even finding some kind of a soundtrack to what he’s been watching all evening. He waits to be kicked out just like everyone else. Ueda strategically pushed most of the people into standing at some point, blinking innocently and telling them it’s time to leave now. But the order never comes maybe because Ryo’s been on his feet this entire time tailing Ueda. So when the last guest leaves and Ueda finally turns around to face him, the same sly smile on, Ryo thinks he is probably going to hell.
“Help me clean, please?” Ueda pleads, eyelashes batting. Ryo forces himself into breathing again. Ueda stares at him for a moment then laughs, more manly and loudly this time, head falling back, his ponytails swinging from side to side.
“What the fuck?!” Ryo finally says.
“You were the only one sober,” Ueda shrugs. He then sighs and pulls at his hair, the ribbons slipping of it. Ryo stares at Ueda’s fingers full of those shiny black stripes and pouts. Ueda looks at him from beneath his eyelashes, a smile still tugging at his lips, his lip gloss still perfect on them.
“Fine, but I won’t do it for free,” Ryo murmurs, stepping closer to Ueda. He doesn’t dare to touch though.
Ueda, on the other hand, has no problem-touching. He runs his fingers down Ryo’s throat, and Ryo likes that touch a bit too much; it leaves him burning, the arousal he’s been fighting off all night hitting his body with new force.
“Maybe you can watch me take this off?” Ueda whispers, looking Ryo straight in the eyes this time. “You like to watch me, right?”
I like the way you move plays in Ryo’s head, that annoying jingle of the night, but it wakes him up a little, and he manages to snort.
“If it was up to me, you’d keep it on,” he says and picks up a few empty beer bottles. He misses the smirk on Ueda’s face.
They keep the music on, and Ueda still mostly just twirls around, looking smug when he catches Ryo looking at him hungrily. Ryo isn’t trying to hide the desire that is burning him up anymore when he is caught, and in return Ueda doesn’t hide that he watches Ryo too. They each work in a different room at first, but more often than not they meet in the kitchen, and Ryo’s kept on the edge, Ueda reaching over him for a clean cloth or openly running his hand down Ryo’s back, all the way down to his ass.
By the time they are done, they can see the beginning of the dawn outside, and Ryo is whipped. He is also mostly hard, and he forgets to hide it when he turns to Ueda, one eyebrow raised in expectation, all intention of appearing cool.
“Whatever it is, the pay for this better be good,”
“Hmm,” Ueda hums, coming closer, his eyes roaming across Ryo’s body. “I think you would be fine with whatever I give you,” he says.
“Fuck tha-, ufff,” Ryo makes a surprised sound when Ueda grabs his collar and pushes him back against the wall. His front collides with the soft fabric of the dress and Ueda’s hard body underneath it, and his eyes widen when one of Ueda’s hands slips between them immediately, rubbing Ryo through his pants.
“Yeah?” Ueda breathes into Ryo’s ear, and Ryo swallows, feeling Ueda move against him, his hand awkwardly stuck between them.
“May I touch you?” Ryo finds himself asking, biting his own lip afterwards because he shouldn’t need a permission.
Ueda laughs that low laugh of his and pulls at Ryo’s earlobe with his teeth. His hand disappears from between them, and he pushes Ryo more into the wall. Ryo gasps, his erection twitching in his jeans painfully. He curses all that lace of Ueda’s skirt because he can’t tell if what he feels rubbing against him is actually Ueda-hard, or not. Ueda chuckles again and braces himself against the wall with one hand.
“You may,” he whispers, and his other hand is pushing on Ryo’s shoulder. Ryo yelps, but his knees give away, and he finds himself face to face with more black cotton and white lace and that tiny white apron. He looks up, and Ueda just smiles, his hand grabbing a handful of Ryo’s hair.
Ryo swears again, but his hands shake from excitement when they dig into the fabric, trying to push it up until he feels Ueda’s boxers. Ueda groans, and Ryo’s fingers burn at the realization of what he just brushed against. He looks up in a little of disbelief, and Ueda pouts.
“You make me all hot and bothered with the way you look at me all night long,” he says in a staged high voice.
Ryo snaps-bites at the black fabric in his face, managing to scrape his teeth against Ueda’s thigh-in anger at how even that staged voice shoots right into his cock. Ueda moans and bucks his hips forward. It sends another bolt of electricity through Ryo’s body, and he doesn’t care anymore. He hurriedly pulls at Ueda’s boxers, eliciting more low grumbles when he fails to find the waistband at first, effectively brushing his fingers against Ueda’s lower abdomen. When he finally gets them out of the way, Ueda’s cock juts up, and Ueda heaves a sigh of relief. He pushes forward in the next moment, and Ryo hits his head against the wall to avoid getting poked in the eye. They both growl, and Ryo wants to laugh, but he also wants a taste, so he takes the cock into his hand and buries the other one into the skirt, trying to grip Ueda’s hip and pushing him back a little. He gives Ueda’s cock a few strokes and marvels at the way it twitches and at the sound Ueda makes in the back of his throat.
“Please,” Ueda says suddenly. Ryo almost chokes on his breath, his insides twisting. He looks up again, and Ueda brushes his fringe away, adjusts the skirt a little so he can see well.
With that, all Ryo thinks about is pleasing him, and he moves forward, his lips wrapping around Ueda slowly, hesitantly until his nose is rubbing against Ueda’s loins, and he can feel Ueda shaking. He moves back, and groans when he hits the wall again. Ueda’s resulting moan makes Ryo’s cock twitch, and he whines. Ueda snaps his hips at that, and Ryo lets him, one of his hands dropping to his own jeans, struggling to get them at least open while Ueda moves back and forth. He is fucking Ryo’s mouth, mumbling incoherently, and Ryo hears his name but can’t figure out the rest. He finally manages to pull down his jeans, but his hands fly back to Ueda’s hips, fingers slipping through the lace, so he can brace himself better. He feels Ueda shift and his pace falter. He looks up, his lips tightening, and he sees Ueda’s face, scrunched in pleasure and maybe a little discomfort. The skirt ruffles, and Ryo almost chokes, realizing where one of Ueda’s hands went. He watches, and feels as Ueda tenses.
Ryo’s hands move on his own, slipping backwards and over Ueda’s ass cheeks. One of his hands finds Ueda’s writs and feels it move forward. His brain has problems catching up to the fact that Ueda has two fingers inside himself, pushing in and out slowly. Then Ueda’s hips snap again, and his cock hits the back of Ryo’s throat. Ryo is moaning around it, his body on pin and needles, as he watches Ueda fall apart above him. His own cock is painfully hard between his legs, still untouched. He whines next time Ueda pulls back because this is not fair. It is getting harder to keep his throat relaxed, his jaw aching, and he digs his nails into Ueda’s ass. It has Ueda’s eyes opening abruptly and his head falling forward as he comes, trying to pull away. It’s too late though, so Ryo keeps him in place and swallows as much as he can, sucking him through his orgasm. Ueda slides down to the floor after a moment, head falling to Ryo’s shoulder, his breath quick and ragged.
“Freak,” Ryo states, just as breathless, but still hard. Ueda’s head snaps up, and he crashes their mouths together for the first time, biting Ryo’s lip and drawing his tongue out, kissing him hard as he tugs at Ryo’s hair again.
“What are you waiting for,” Ueda mumbles against Ryo’s lips when he pulls away to suck at the bottom one again.
It takes Ryo about three seconds to catch on to that and another ten to pull his jeans and boxers off completely. Ueda takes care of Ryo’s shirt before he is pushed onto the floor. Ryo takes the sight of him in properly, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, lips finally a little less perfect, looking better now that most of the lip gloss is all over Ryo’s face, skin flushed on his bare shoulders. He runs his hand down Ueda’s legs, rolling off the white socks and reveling in the wide eyes Ueda gives him at the gesture. He rubs his thighs and finally pushes his legs up and apart.
“Hold up the skirt,” he mutters, and Ueda chuckles, still a little breathless. He pushes a small tube- already open-into Ryo’s hand, and it hits Ryo again, that he is about to fuck Ueda right there on the floor of his living room. He quickly coats his fingers, but Ueda stops him again.
“I’m ready,” he hisses and guides Ryo’s hand to his own cock, helping him stroke it, and Ryo is proud he didn’t come right there. Then he is batting Ueda’s hand away, pushing on his inner thighs more.
“Fuck me, like I’ve been a bad maid, not serving you properly all night,” Ueda says, voice less mocking and more aroused, but he almost manages to wink, and Ryo pushes into him, one smooth motion until his balls are flush against Ueda’s ass. Ueda arches, and Ryo shifts on his knees, bringing Ueda’s hips up and closer.
“Move,” Ueda commands, wrapping his legs around Ryo’s waist. His palms are flat against the floor and his arm muscles strain as his entire body rolls towards Ryo, again and again, until Ryo snaps and moves by himself, fast and shallow thrusts into the perfect heat of Ueda’s body.
“So tight, fuck,” he mutters and leans down, changing the angel. He hits Ueda just right, and watches as Ueda’s mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes dark and full of lust, challenging Ryo to do it again. Ryo holds himself up with one hand, the other still digging into Ueda’s hip, and he moves faster, his stomach brushing against Ueda’s cock. He realizes Ueda is hard again, and it makes him try and hold on a little longer.
“You wanted to, argh, touch me,” Ueda rasps, his hands flying up and digging into Ryo’s back and his ass. He moves hastily against Ryo, hair splayed on the floor, the lace of his dress tickling Ryo’s skin. Ryo moans and manages to get a hand on Ueda’s cock again. Ueda tightens around him and closes his eyes, and Ryo leans down, licking and kissing his lips and his face, tongue lapping everywhere. When he feels Ueda’s started to tremble again, he finally lets go, his own orgasm knocking his breath out of him and his body going still. Ueda whines and contracts around him, still trying to move beneath him, and Ryo pushes his thumb into the slit of hic cock. With a moan, Ueda comes all over Ryo’s fingers.
“Fuck,” Ryo says and rolls off to the side, hissing when his back touches the cold hard floor.
Ueda hums and turns to the side, untying his apron and cleaning Ryo’s fingers and stomach with it.
Ryo watches sadly as Ueda throws the apron away, destroyed. Ueda follows his gaze and laughs. “It’s not the same without it, is it?” he asks, and Ryo bites his lip.
“Nah, I still like the way you move,” he says when Ueda inches closer, running his hand across Ryo’s jaw, massaging it where Ryo feels it getting pretty sore.
“You are one lousy master,” Ueda chuckles, “next time you wear the dress.”
Ryo grabs Ueda’s dress, pulls at it and shuts Ueda up, kissing him deep and hopefully all master like.
“We’ll see about that,” he mutters, fingering the strings holding Ueda’s dress together on his back. Ueda just laughs some more.
end