[Drabble] Compromise
Title: Compromise
Author: crazy_otaku911
Groups/Pairings: Ryu/Yamaryo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: YamaRyo doesn't like wearing clothes at home and Ryu can't decide what he thinks about that.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Almost nekkidness, wall-pinning, moving on to Other Things.
A/N: For tottchupi because she wanted kissing fic and she has been a saint, putting up with me. x:
“You know,” Ryu grumbles as Ryouta drags him from the front room to his bedroom, “you really should put clothes on when people are around.”
Dressed in nothing but his underwear, Ryouta gave him an almost-innocent smile. “People? I don’t see people, I just see you, ne?”
He’s right, of course. They’re pretty much alone, so Ryu doesn’t know why it bothers him, but something like jealousy (or at the very least, possessiveness) grips at him, making him scowl for a moment before bumping Ryouta up into the nearest wall.
“Still,” he insists, trying to stay completely grumpy, but Ryouta’s giving him that smile of his and he feels it all melting away with a speed that is completely unfair. “I don’t like it.”
“Well… if you’d rather, I could just wear nothing at all…” Ryouta’s hands are smoothing warm and steady up his back, still smiling that winning smile. He’s taunting, they both know it, but the words sink into Ryu anyway.
“When I’m around or not?” he asks after a moment’s pause, leaning into Ryouta, pressing him more firmly into the wall.
“Well,” and by then, Ryouta’s lips are dancing over his own, light and teasing. “I don’t see much point in having no clothes and no you, right?”
“Damn right,” Ryu agrees before he closes the paper-thin gap, kissing Ryouta to prove something or maybe just to shut him up. (But really, he's just kissing him because Ryu loves feeling Ryouta leaning up into him, feeling the other’s fingers curl into his shirt, trying to tug him even closer.) It gets messy after a few moments, the way Ryouta’s kissing like he wants to devour Ryu, heated and demanding, and Ryu’s having none of that, trapping Ryouta’s hands against the wall on either side of his head.
They pull back after a moment, needing oxygen but not really wanting it, and Ryouta’s eyes have gone slightly glassy. But he’s smiling all the same, always, always smiling, and Ryu can feel a grin of his own spreading across his face.
“So,” he says, hooking a hand under Ryouta’s knee, leaning in to steal another kiss. It doesn’t last as long, if only because he’s got other plans in mind, plans that involve moving all the way into Ryouta’s bedroom… or not, with look Ryouta’s giving him. “I’m here, why are you still wearing clothes?”
Author: crazy_otaku911
Groups/Pairings: Ryu/Yamaryo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: YamaRyo doesn't like wearing clothes at home and Ryu can't decide what he thinks about that.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Almost nekkidness, wall-pinning, moving on to Other Things.
A/N: For tottchupi because she wanted kissing fic and she has been a saint, putting up with me. x:
“You know,” Ryu grumbles as Ryouta drags him from the front room to his bedroom, “you really should put clothes on when people are around.”
Dressed in nothing but his underwear, Ryouta gave him an almost-innocent smile. “People? I don’t see people, I just see you, ne?”
He’s right, of course. They’re pretty much alone, so Ryu doesn’t know why it bothers him, but something like jealousy (or at the very least, possessiveness) grips at him, making him scowl for a moment before bumping Ryouta up into the nearest wall.
“Still,” he insists, trying to stay completely grumpy, but Ryouta’s giving him that smile of his and he feels it all melting away with a speed that is completely unfair. “I don’t like it.”
“Well… if you’d rather, I could just wear nothing at all…” Ryouta’s hands are smoothing warm and steady up his back, still smiling that winning smile. He’s taunting, they both know it, but the words sink into Ryu anyway.
“When I’m around or not?” he asks after a moment’s pause, leaning into Ryouta, pressing him more firmly into the wall.
“Well,” and by then, Ryouta’s lips are dancing over his own, light and teasing. “I don’t see much point in having no clothes and no you, right?”
“Damn right,” Ryu agrees before he closes the paper-thin gap, kissing Ryouta to prove something or maybe just to shut him up. (But really, he's just kissing him because Ryu loves feeling Ryouta leaning up into him, feeling the other’s fingers curl into his shirt, trying to tug him even closer.) It gets messy after a few moments, the way Ryouta’s kissing like he wants to devour Ryu, heated and demanding, and Ryu’s having none of that, trapping Ryouta’s hands against the wall on either side of his head.
They pull back after a moment, needing oxygen but not really wanting it, and Ryouta’s eyes have gone slightly glassy. But he’s smiling all the same, always, always smiling, and Ryu can feel a grin of his own spreading across his face.
“So,” he says, hooking a hand under Ryouta’s knee, leaning in to steal another kiss. It doesn’t last as long, if only because he’s got other plans in mind, plans that involve moving all the way into Ryouta’s bedroom… or not, with look Ryouta’s giving him. “I’m here, why are you still wearing clothes?”