RP Log: Jackal, Ryoma
Date: er. Backdated by about a year. Ryoma wasn't even with the Agency at this point, and Jackal was just a trainee. Probably takes place the summer before Ryoma joins the Agency.
Rating: NC-17/R - smut & language ^^
Summary: Jackal and Ryoma meet at a club, and end up at a love hotel.
Author's note: so...Tan and I (Zomi) are using this as backdrop for some plot stuff we've got in the planning stages. Probably wouldn't bother posting it if it was really just random sex. Of course, Jackal and Ryoma muses don't know what we're up to, so... *snicker*
It was a sultry summer night. Jackal had on very little -- a tank top of thin fabric and ripped jeans -- and the hot air still caused a trickle of sweat to run down his spine. He walked slowly toward the club, hands in his pockets.
It had been a while since Jackal had let himself go out. His normal activities of a night were dinner at a moderately priced restaurant, and then home to read or play video games until he fell asleep. It was a lonely life, but he was used to it. He'd spent years having nobody around except a few trusted friends he saw every now and again...
But the summer night was getting under his skin, and he found that it was time to head out, see what else life had to offer.
And it had been so long since he'd danced...
Jackal spotted the club and stretched, a grin starting. He sensed that there would be adventure here...
He walked in and cased the place. Went to the bar and ordered something cheap and effective. After he slammed it back, he turned his head, senses reeling, and spotted...someone.
Pretty. He walked over.
Ryoma watched the people go by, drinking, dancing... all unfamiliar faces. He'd decided to go somewhere new for a change, instead of his usual place. Same place, same people - it got old, after a while. So he'd dressed in a tight, short shimmery green shirt and his lowest-riding pair of jeans, and headed out.
Now, he'd been there about half an hour, and nothing exciting had happened. He'd been hit on by some greasy old geezer (the guy was probably only in his thirties, but he looked like he'd smoked his whole life and forgotten to shower in the last week), and some loser with cheesy pick-up lines.
The music wasn't bad, though. Neither was the drink selection. Just most of the people.
Ryoma sighed and sipped at his drink. Maybe he should've gone to his usual place instead.
Jackal walked up, head gleaming softly in the shifting lights from the dance floor. The music was loud and throbbing, but it was a little more quiet in the bar.
The guy sitting alone looked small. Jackal stood next to him, and then blinked. Was this guy even of age? He turned to look for someone else, but then hesitated.
This guy looked so cute and oddly vulnerable sitting there.
"Can I keep you company for a moment? I don't know anyone here."
Ryoma looked up. A black guy. Rarity for Japan, Ryoma mused, pondering that he hadn't seen one since he'd left America way back when he was 12.
At least he hadn't used a cheesy pick-up line.
"Sure, why not. I don't know anyone here either," he shrugged, finishing off his drink and flagging the bartender down for another.
Someone who wasn't racist, or had a kink for sex with black men. That was nice.
"New in town?" Jackal sat back and contemplated the other man. "I hope you aren't sixteen. You look young enough to be my little brother."
Ryoma raised an eyebrow. "You think they'd let a sixteen year-old in here? No way. Can't get a decent fake ID to save your life in this country. I'm twenty-three."
People always thought he was too young for places like this. Even the bouncer gave Ryoma a suspicious eye.
Another reason he always went to his usual club. No need to show ID, there, since the bouncers all knew him.
Jackal shot the other an amazed look. "You don't look your age, senpai." Jackal was 22, had turned in November. Jackal leaned forward on his arm and shot him a big sweet grin. "Then I can pay a little more attention to you, cutie."
Ryoma snickered. "Senpai?" It wasn't often he was older than anybody at these clubs.
He looked the guy over. Powerful looking, sexy arms... The lack of hair was interesting. Ryoma usually liked hair, but this guy looked good bald.
"How old are you?" he asked.
Jackal leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head and flexing the upper muscle a little. He was amused that the other man was looking, and played it up. "I'm 22, cutie. Or do you have a name you'd rather be called? I'm Jackal."
Hm, it was time for more to drink. And then some dancing. And then...
Another tequila was set in front of him, and Jackal slammed it back with a practiced tilt of his wrist.
Damn. Ryoma made a mental note to himself. If he was going to stare at another guy, he really had to learn to be more subtle about it.
He took another drink from the glass in front of him. "It's Ryoma," he replied casually.
"You've got a rather interesting name," Ryoma observed. Definitely not Japanese.
Jackal nodded. "I'm from Brazil. Dad's Japanese." He'd keep it brief. "But I'm working for Japan now." Jackal grinned, feeling the excitement, the coup, of getting such a sweet job.
"I bet you're a...hm. Actually, I have no idea what you do for a living."
He tried to use agent training to see clues. He still had no idea.
Ryoma leaned back a little. "I'm working as a programmer. I freaking hate the place, so I'm looking around for other options," he replied. He didn't usually advertise that he was a computer geek, but why the hell not. The chance he'd ever see this Jackal guy after today was slim anyway.
He'd actually recently submitted his resume to the Japanese version of the CIA, but he hadn't heard back yet. Still...it was an exciting thought, that he might work for a place like that.
Jackal nodded. "I majored in something kind of useless. Wish I'd gone into programming. I spend most of my time gaming as it is," he admitted sheepishly. "Lately, lots of World of Warcraft."
It was probably silly to be admitting something like that in the middle of a noisy dance club, but Jackal had nothing invested in this -- it wasn't like he was looking to get laid.
"Do you like to dance?"
Ryoma nodded. "Wouldn't be here if I didn't," he replied, grinning.
"Is that an invitation?" He finished his second drink and stood, slipping his hands into his pockets, nodding towards the dance floor. "C'mon."
Jackal followed, noting several things about his new friend.
First, definitely short, but in the cutest possible way.
Second, didn't move like a programmer, wasn't built like a traditional one either. Ryoma undoubtedly exercised, from the shape of his body.
And third, seu fundo era bonito. Jackal wondered if it was allowable in this country to dance in the way of Brazil, his hands all over that fundo like it was a handle.
He wouldn't push it.
But when Jackal got to the floor, he felt in his element. Stared around with a cool challenge until everyone gave them room, and immediately dropped his hips into a strut to the rhythm.
Ryoma watched Jackal move, eyes glued to the other man's hips. Jackal knew how to move, apparently.
He let himself feel the music, the beat, and started dancing, his own hips moving to the rhythm.
Dancing was the closest thing you could have to sex and keep your clothes on. So Jackal made love to the air, arms twisting and hips swaying, abandoning himself to the rhythm. The music was a hot beat behind him, and Jackal felt his long-hidden nature rise...
The animal inside of him took control, and he stepped closer to Ryoma, a hand going out to stroke down Ryoma's waist and pull him in to dance more closely.
Jackal's eyes were a deep amber stare. "Dance with me..."
Ryoma smirked and let himself be pulled forward, until he was most certainly invading Jackal's personal space. He closed his eyes and let the music take him, dancing with - almost against - the taller man.
Jackal's sense of dance was contagious, Ryoma found, feeling a little bit primal as they moved to the beat.
The smaller man could really move... Jackal let his inhibitions go, and his hands took up a light stroking along Ryoma's back as he shook to the beat. It was a wild latin song, a rhythm he knew well, and soon he was pulling Ryoma tight up against him, staring down into that undeniably handsome Japanese face.
Ryoma felt Jackal's eyes on him and opened his own, meeting that intense, dark gaze. His body rolled against Jackal's in time with the beat, adding a little sensuality to the instinct in their movements.
"Mmmmm..."
Jackal stared down, melting into the other man's body, feeling the beat take them somewhere fierce and hot.
He leaned down and whispered in Ryoma's ear, feeling his body stir. "Can I get to know you better, pouca beleza?"
Ryoma shivered at that deep voice against his ear.
"Mmm...I think I'd like that, tall, dark, and sexy," Ryoma purred, trading English for what he assumed was...whatever Brazilians spoke.
Jackal stroked his hand in light lines up and down Ryoma's spine, from the soft nape of his neck down the curve of his back to just barely below his pants waistband.
"Shall I get to know you here? Or somewhere private?" Unsurprisingly, there was a love hotel not far away.
Ryoma purred at the touch. This guy was good.
"Let's go somewhere more private. I'm not big on audiences," he smirked, glancing around at the crowd of people that were staring at them.
He put a hand over Jackal's, keeping it at the lowest point in it's path as he pulled away, just enough to start walking towards the door.
Jackal walked as best he could half-hard. He could feel the flex and soft skin of Ryoma's muscles under his hand as they walked, and Jackal wondered just how well Ryoma wanted to get to know him.
"How about 'Love-40' -- it's a love hotel a few blocks away." Jackal had used it once or twice for other nearly anonymous hookups like this. But not with anyone this meltingly hot against his hand...
He walked them in that direction, fingertips working lower into Ryoma's pants, sliding a little way into the crease of his rear.
Ryoma tried not to blatantly wiggle at Jackal's touch. But damn, was it tempting.
"Lead the way." Ryoma didn't come to this part of town often, so he only knew where a few places were. The club, and a restaurant or two, and the bus stops that could get him to the important places, like his apartment.
He let himself be led and saw the sign for the hotel as they approached. It looked like a decent place, instead of one of those run-down, dirty, barely-lit places he heard about in date-rape news stories. And that was a huge relief.
Jackal led them inside and quickly got a key from a discrete looking older woman. He got them a slightly better quality of room -- one with a big hot tub for soaking if they so desired.
Then he turned and cocked his head in the direction of their room, eyes heated with anticipation.
As soon as they got onto the elevator, Jackal hooked Ryoma by the pants waist and tugged him so that their bodies were flush again.
Then he leaned down and stroked his lips down Ryoma's cheekbone, fingers resting on the skin of his waist.
Ryoma purred, letting his hands run up over Jackal's arms, feeling up the muscle there. Mmm...They felt as nice as they looked.
He gave a little rub against Jackal's body, and as soon as he did the elevator dinged and doors opened. Ryoma hooked his fingers into the beltloops of Jackal's pants and pulled him out of the elevator.
"So...Which room's ours?"
Jackal's grin got even wider at Ryoma's excitement. It was as though Ryoma hadn't had anyone for a while either. Jackal was surprised. The other man was exquisite with a fine physique. It had to be high standards that kept him away from dating.
Jackal felt a bit honored that he'd qualified, poor slut that he was. Well, poor no longer, and seldom a slut anymore.
Jackal opened the door to the suit and immediately stripped off his little tanktop, giving Ryoma a view of dusky abs and defined chest before pinning the smaller man against the door.
"I wanna do everything I can with you," Jackal purred, "Just tell me the rules. Condoms? Or sex at all?" Jackal's fingers went to the edge of Ryoma's shirt and pushed it up to beneath his armpits. Then he sank to his knees and gave that small body a slow licking, belly to nipple. "Anything's fine. It's been a while, for me."
Ryoma licked his lips at the sight of Jackal's bare chest. Very nice.
Even nicer was the sight of Jackal on his knees.
"Nnnn.... As long as I'm not gonna catch anything, sex is fine. Condoms are optional." Since sex is a no-go if Jackal had germs.
Ryoma hoped Jackal was clean. He could really go for a good round of sex.
"You should never take anyone's word for it, but yes, I'm clean. We'll wear condoms anyway..." Jackal's past was a little too checkered for him to trust that a clean bill of health now didn't mean that he wouldn't have a scare down the line.
He rested his mouth on Ryoma's nipple and kissed it in a slow rub of lips. "You. Are one hot gatinho pequeno..." Jackal's hands pulled off Ryoma's shirt, and then went down to his pants waist, toying with the soft skin beneath it. "Oh, fuck yes...I wanna put my dick in you..." He breathed on the nipple, sucked it into his mouth.
Ryoma blinked. "...I'm a what?"
He groaned at the fingers on his skin, the mouth on his nipple. His hands automatically went up towards Jackal's head, pausing as he realized he had no idea if his urge to run fingers through hair would feel good to a bald guy.
Jackal chuckled. "It's okay, sexy thing. I did it a long time ago, for a friend..." Jackal had had a soft head full of curls before that, corkscrews that reached his shoulders. He'd shaved it all off for an old love.
His fingers undid Ryoma's pants and pushed them off, underwear as well, fingers instantly running into the soft fur of Ryoma's curls.
He nuzzled his nose into them and inhaled. "Mmmm." His favorite part. The sweaty, deep scent of horny male.
Ryoma let out a low, aroused chuckle and ran his hands over the skin on Jackal's head. It was interesting, soft, smooth. "I usually like guys with hair I can run my fingers through," he admitted, feeling a little fascinated.
His hips rocked towards Jackal, cock twitching.
"So. How do you like your cock licked? Slow and teasing, or rough and swift? Or all of the above?"
Jackal punctuated his words with little licks at the tip, swirling his tongue around it, mouthing at it. Jackal loved sucking cock. And, if his youth was any indication, was good enough at it to earn his way to Japan.
Ryoma's hips bucked, trying to get more of Jackal's mouth on his cock. "Nnhh...However you wanna do it is fine by me," he groaned, hands sliding down along Jackal's neck to his broad, muscled shoulders.
Damn, he was good at that.
"So sit on the edge of the bed, sexy," Jackal growled, and gave Ryoma a shove over to it by the handy bottom handle.
Jackal got up off his knees and rid himself of his tight jeans. Then, cock riding high on his stomach, he prowled toward Ryoma and smiled the smile of a jungle cat.
"Ready for your licking?" He settled between Ryoma's legs and put his hot mouth around Ryoma's balls.
Ryoma sat himself on the bed and spread his legs, staring at the sight of Jackal stalking towards him like that. It made him feel a little hunted...but in an incredibly hot way that made him shiver.
"I'm more than ready," he purred, watching Jackal's mouth at work.
He tilted his head a little curiously. Hadn't thought of it before...but the contrast in their skin colors made it...really sexy.
Jackal grinned. Ryoma had a beautiful cock, and the skin slid beneath his tongue like water. He purred at the back of his throat while he toyed with it, sucking at the tip, sliding his mouth down further, as far as it could go...then sucking up the shaft firmly. Oh fuck yes, cocksucking was turning him on.
He reached down and gave his own dick a stroke, just to keep Ryoma's company.
Ryoma groaned, eyes going half-lidded. Jackal was really fucking good at that. Even better was that he seemed to really enjoy it.
His hips bucked a little, careful not to disrupt Jackal's pace. "Nnnnhhh..."
Jackal gave Ryoma's tip another little lick. Then, cock high, he went over to the nightstand full of handy conveniences. He got out a condom and lubrication. Instead of settling back between Ryoma's legs, he crawled onto the bed and lay next to Ryoma.
He ripped the wrapper off the condom and took it out. And then, eyes holding Ryoma's, he fitted the tip over his cock and rolled the rubber slowly down the sides.
"I'm fucking you. Can't toy with you much, you're too hot."
He squirted lubrication on his fingers and rolled over Ryoma, dipping in for a kiss, tongue hungry in Ryoma's mouth. His fingers dipped below Ryoma's balls, fondling them for a moment, and then a finger skimmed over Ryoma's hole.
"Fucking you here. Hard."
Ryoma watched the condom unroll down Jackal's length, then blinked as he found himself flat on his back with a tongue in his mouth.
He kissed back, sucking on Jackal's tongue, legs spread and hips tilted for that slick finger. "Hell yes," he panted slightly, letting his hands run over the firm plane of Jackal's chest.
"Hard sounds...damn good..." Ryoma pushed his hips back against that finger, encouraging.
Jackal's finger pushed into Ryoma's body. It was a tight fit -- Ryoma was no virgin, but not loose either. He experimented with kisses while he drove his finger in. Feathery-soft ones down Ryoma's jaw. Harder ones on his neck and at his hairline, and deep wet ones at his mouth, tongue thrusting as far in as he could make it.
His finger curled and stroked and fucked and fingered, making it slippery enough in there that he could do anything he wanted.
Jackal added another finger, tongue sliding down to the vulnerable spot right under Ryoma's chin.
It was just like a cat's chin. "Bet you like to get sucked right here," Jackal chuckled, and very carefully suckled just below the chin and above the neck in that soft expanse.
Ryoma let out a moan when Jackal's finger slid into him. He had to remind himself to relax - it'd been a while, after all. The kisses Jackal gave were driving him crazy with want, and he gave kisses back, his hands sliding down the other man's abs to below his stomach.
He grinned when he got his fingers into the curls around the base of Jackal's cock. At least the guy wasn't totally hairless.
Ryoma tilted his head back, throat making a deep purring sound. How Jackal had figured out that spot was beyond him.
Jackal's tongue flickered at the little sensitive spot below Ryoma's chin, strumming it and sucking it into his mouth, alternating the sensations to see which Ryoma liked best.
He pressed another finger against the pucker and pushed it in, massaging out the tight little hole.
And then, after a moment, another finger.
"I've got three fingers buried to the hilt in your hot ass, Ryoma. You want my cock?" Jackal murmured this low against Ryoma's neck, tongue licking around to Ryoma's ear.
Ryoma's hips were moving against Jackal's fingers, body clenching down on them.
His breath came in pants, one hand moving down to Jackal's cock and giving it a squeeze. "Fuck me, Jackal," he groaned, pulling his knees up to his chest and exposing himself to the other man.
Oh, now this was nice...very nice. Jackal brought his fingers over to lubricate his sheathed cock, and settled back on his haunches between Ryoma's legs, staring down at the slightly open hole that was revealed to him by those parted and hiked-up legs.
Jackal took his cock tip and rubbed it over the little hole. Poked into it just a little bit to tease, then withdrew, painting a lubricated line with his cock tip from balls to tailbone.
Ryoma growled at the teasing. No fair.
Then he smirked and waited, until he could feel Jackal's tip right against his entrance again. When he did, he moved his legs and wrapped them around Jackal's hips, then pulled him in.
"Nngg..." Much better.
Jackal laughed and moaned with appreciation at the horny little movement.
"You like getting cock in you, hmmmm, little beauty?" Jackal's breath was already a hot wash against Ryoma's skin.
He went slowly, took a moment to appreciate the carnal parting of flesh before his cock tip, no matter that the feeling was masked a little by the condom. His mouth descended to Ryoma's again and he sought out that tongue. He slid his into Ryoma's mouth as he pushed his cock into that tight asshole...
Ryoma nodded and kept his legs securely around Jackal's hips. He kissed back, tongue sliding and tangling with Jackal's in a sensual little dance.
He moved his hands along Jackal's arms again, purring as he felt up the muscles there. His hands slid up to Jackal's shoulders, then down his chest. Ran a finger in a little circle around one of Jackal's nipples.
Jackal slid his hand up behind Ryoma's rear, tilting it just a little so his cock could go back as deep as he could fit it. "NNNhhhaaa..." His pace was a slow stroke. They had all night and Ryoma's rear was a nice place to be buried.
He licked into Ryoma's ear again, purring at the teasing to his nipple. "You just melt with a cock in you, don't you? Doing everything you can to make me feel good. Such a hot little lover..."
Ryoma grinned, rolling the nipple between his fingers. "I just like to give as good as I get," he replied, a smirk crossing his lips. "Nobody can go away saying I was selfish in bed."
His hips moved in time with Jackal's pace, and to tease a little he clenched down on Jackal's cock. "Mmmmhhh..."
Jackal groaned again and sat upright, still buried.
He gripped Ryoma's legs and slid them up over his shoulder.
"You want it faster? Here you go." And then his hips went wild, shoving back far and hard to give a good swift thrusting.
Ryoma grinned, moaning at the sudden change in pace. His whole body rocked with the pace, and Ryoma reached up over his head, placing his hands against the headboard to prevent his head from banging into it.
He met each thrust with a grunt and a shove of his own hips. Damn Jackal was good.
Jackal stared down and couldn't stand it, that hot little body rocking under his thrusts. He brought his hand down to grip Ryoma's cock, fingers exploring the shaft, squeezing it and seeing whether he could milk any come out of the tip.
He was fit. He kept up the deep thrusting, tilting his angle until he brushed against the really good spot on his way back...
"Wish I had cuffs," He gasped, looking down. "You should look like this more often."
Ryoma bucked his hips up against Jackal's hand, his cock leaking a little.
"Nnhhh....Is that an offer for more?" he smirked. And then Jackal's cock hit his prostate and Ryoma gasped, body arching up off the bed. "Aahhh..."
Jackal grinned, hand running up to play with the wetness at Ryoma's cock tip, finger rubbing it lightly into the skin. He wanted to taste it too, but it was inadvisable for someone he didn't really know, and Jackal was always cautious...
Jackal shifted their positions again. "Hold your legs," he said, pushing them back for an even deeper angle. He bet anything that Ryoma could do it. He licked up along the inside of the calf, settling his mouth against the achilles tendon and giving it a good suck. He drew back, and once Ryoma was ready, picked up the pace again and impaled him hard.
It felt good. Way too good.
Ryoma shifted a pillow between his head and the headboard, then hooked his arms under his knees and bent himself in half as best he could.
He groaned when the hard pace resumed and kept his body moving with it. He was going to be so pleasantly sore tomorrow...and not just his ass. "NNGghh...damn..." he panted, giving Jackal's cock another squeeze.
Jackal's whole body sang at the little squeezes from Ryoma's rear. How nice to be able to do that...he braced one arm against the bedpost while the other worked Ryoma's cock, stroking and milking it in time to his hips.
"I love how you look. I can look down and see my cock driving into you. You're opening up and swallowing me in, Ryoma..." Jackal's voice was low and thick and growling.
Ryoma's head fell back, lips parted as he breathed. He licked his lips, wetting them.
"If I look...half as good as I feel..." Ryoma's sentence was cut off by a long groan, hips moving furiously between Jackal's hand and his cock.
It wouldn't be long, now.
"You look like..." Jackal grunted out, sweat falling in streaks down the muscles of his dusky chest. "You look like the best...kind of cockslut, eating up my cock like that with your...ass..."
He flicked his thumb across the wet tip of Ryoma's cock, and because he couldn't restrain himself any longer, brought it up to his tongue to taste.
"NNhhhhh..."
Ryoma groaned, trying to hold on. But Jackal was so good, so sexy...
Especially when he licked Ryoma's wetness of his finger like that.
He squeezed down tight on Jackal's cock, wanting the other to find his release, and then Ryoma came with a loud moan, shooting all over his stomach.
Jackal grunted again at the squeeze around his cock and bent to kiss that open, moaning mouth. He buried himself deep with two hard pushes and shot hard into Ryoma, whole body shaking as he came.
And then he chuckled, rolling Ryoma over on top of him, keeping him impaled.
"You want more? I want more."
His hand swiped through the come on Ryoma's stomach and rubbed it all over the sensitive tip of Ryoma's cock.
"Ride me."
Ryoma laughed at the change in positions and the command. But hell yeah he wanted more.
So he did what he was told and lifted himself up, almost off of Jackal's cock, only to let himself back down onto it. "Nnnnhhh...fuck..."
Jackal was sensitive too. There was come inside the condom, making everything that much more slippery and hot and wet and interesting.
He gripped Ryoma's cock like a joystick, experimenting with holds as he tipped his hips up. "NNnnnnnhhh...fuck is a good word..." His voice was incoherent with pleasure.
"I thought so," Ryoma snickered, rising up again, then pushing himself down. He set his own pace on Jackal's cock, hard and deep but not as fast as their last one. He leaned down, keeping his hips moving, and swiped his tongue over Jackal's nipple.
The phrase "ride you like a stallion" came to mind, but Ryoma thought it was corny and kept that one to himself.
Jackal groaned, and then realized... "Ahhh...Ryoma, the condom's slipping. I'd better put on a new one."
He lifted Ryoma up off him, flailed his hand to the side and gripped a square packet, opened it, and replaced the condom on his sensitive, drenched cock.
Jackal took the opportunity to explore a spot between Ryoma's collarbone and neck, teeth digging in lightly, tongue a rapid flicker.
Then he squirted a ton of lube on his palm and slicked back up again.
"Ready?" He repositioned himself.
Ryoma purred at the teeth and tongue on his skin, waiting patiently for Jackal to change the condom. Then, when he felt Jackal repositioned, he pushed himself back down onto it, groaning against the other man's skin.
"Nnnnhhh...Damn..." He picked up his pace again and went back to licking at Jackal's skin, sucking that dark nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth.
Jackal was melting now. The little guy found one of his weaknesses right away, and was flexible enough to suck and fuck him at the same time. His hips rocked up to meet Ryoma's pace, cheeks flushing, breath coming out in moaning pants.
The second time was always more sensitive all around...Jackal's hand wrapped around Ryoma's ass, finger sliding to tickle right above where his cock was stuck deep.
Ryoma grinned around Jackal's nipple, then gave it a little bite before sitting back up. He could hold that position for a while, but it started to strain his back after a bit.
He stared down at the dark guy beneath him as he rode down on that sexy cock. Moved a hand to his own and started stroking himself, hand moving counterpoint to the motion of Jackal's body within him.
"MMMHH..."
Jackal was groaning now, watching Ryoma stroke himself. "Você fode como um angel..."
Jackal felt the soft slap of balls on his stomach as Ryoma rode down and down and down..."UUUhhh...fuck..."
Reached up and molested a nipple, thinking he was gonna cover Ryoma in hickeys when they were done. Jackal found he wanted to leave a big sign on the young man's body, Jackal was here, back off.
Ryoma had no idea what Jackal said, and found he didn't really care.
He arched at the touch to his nipple, throwing his head back with a groan. "NNNH...Coming...soon..." he panted, shifting the angle of his hips to feel Jackal against his prostate again.
Jackal stared upward at the sweating, straining man riding his hard-on like he was a bull and felt his balls tighten.
"NNnnnn...fuck...whatever you desire, angel..."
Pinched that little nipple hard and drove his cock in deep and swift.
Ryoma stared down at Jackal, at the beads of sweat making that dark skin shine in the light from the room. He could still taste that sweat on his tongue from earlier.
He swept his thumb almost harshly against his slit at the same time that Jackal pinched his nipple. That did it, and Ryoma arched as he came again, spurting out all over his hand. "NNNGG!!"
"AAAHHH...Fuck, minha angel..." Jackal watched the spurting come and shut his eyes, sweat and cock and body dissolving into a singing mass of orgasm.
"Ahhhhhhhh..."
It was enough for a while. Jackal wiped the sweat from his wide brow with his arm and grinned, tugging Ryoma down against him.
Ryoma rest himself against Jackal's body, panting heavily. "Damn..." He couldn't remember when he'd last had sex like that.
He closed his eyes and purred, just enjoying the moment while it lasted.
Jackal held Ryoma against him, skin melding to skin in a sweaty collision, arms embracing and lips brushing Ryoma's brow.
"In the passing of the moon's shadow
I heard your voice like a hushed wave
Falling into my wet body..."
He couldn't quite remember Neruda's verse, but murmured it into Ryoma's ear nonetheless.
"Stay here. Let's use the hot tub."
He slid out of Ryoma's arms for a moment and went to run the bath. When it was full and bubbling with bath salts that smelled of vanilla he went and got Ryoma, arms hefting the smaller man up into the air.
Then, he place Ryoma into the tub and snuggled behind him, arms wrapping gently in the relaxing heat.
Ryoma blinked, finding himself in the sweet-smelling hot tub.
Now this was interesting. He certainly hadn't been expecting to end up cuddling with someone who was supposed to be a one-night stand.
"D'you treat all your one-nighters this well, or am I getting some kind of special treatment?" If he'd been raised fully in Japan, he probably wouldn't have asked. He blamed it on his formative years being spent in America.
Jackal scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "You're assuming I do this a lot?"
He'd done it a few times. "I just wanted to keep touching you, if that's alright."
Jackal's hands softly stroked Ryoma's skin, his mouth finding new places on Ryoma's neck to make the other man squirm. "We have all night," he said with a smile.
Ryoma purred at the attention. Definitely alright.
He nodded lazily, feeling too comfortable to really move. "Mmm...we do have all night, don't we?"
Though...he wasn't sure if he had a round three in him. He raised a hand to his mouth to cover a yawn. Between two rounds of amazing sex and the alcohol in his system...it was a wonder he wasn't already asleep.
Jackal chuckled at the yawn.
"Bed, then. Unless...you don't mind that I like to cuddle?" Jackal's grin was wide again. It wasn't really sex unless they'd slept with their limbs intertwined.
He got out of the bath and handed Ryoma a towel, toweling off himself. His penis looked sleepy too, Jackal noted, looking down. A little thicker than usual (Ryoma's butt had been against it after all), but not pointing to the sky.
"I think you satisfied me," Jackal grinned.
Ryoma grinned back as he dried himself off, taking advantage of the towel and using it to clean up his ass while he was at it. "I don't mind cuddling."
He wasn't really sure what he'd expected from a one-night thing...but this wasn't it. He wasn't complaining, though.
He chuckled. "Good. I'd hate to think that I had all the fun," he replied, climbing back into the bed and burying himself under the covers.
Jackal crawled in after, gleeful to find that the bed had a soft Ryoma filling. He wrapped his body around the little guy and nestled in with a little low purr.
"Thank you for the night, minha angel."
Jackal was humble. He didn't expect anyone to give him more than that.
He fell into sleep immediately, soothed beyond words by the other man in his arms.
***
The next morning, Ryoma stretched himself awake, mouth open in a huge yawn. He looked around, trying to remember where he was and why, and who the hell he was in bed with...
Oh. Right. He'd met Jackal at the club the night before, and they'd gone to a love hotel and had amazing sex.
He glanced over at the other man, finding him still asleep, and felt content to just lie in the warmth for a while. It was a weekend, and it wasn't like he had anywhere to be.
Jackal woke up slowly and opened his eyes to see a cute, dark-haired angel staring back at him.
"Ryoma." Jackal smiled. And then he frowned. "This is the hard part." He got up, putting his feet on the cold floor, and found their clothes.
He handed Ryoma's over without comment, and put his own on.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in, gripping the back of Ryoma's head and tugging it to reveal that secret place below Ryoma's chin.
Jackal kissed him there. Sucked a big red hickey that would only be seen from below.
Then he kissed Ryoma thoroughly on the lips.
"Don't want to leave you, angel. But it's time for us to check out."
Ryoma couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't either sound like he was being a dick, or make it sound like he was expecting anything else out of this, so he busied himself with getting dressed.
And then, it was time to go.
"...I had fun, Jackal," he smiled, regretting a little that they'd probably never meet again.
Jackal picked up Ryoma's hand and kissed it softly, one finger after the other.
"I'll remember you."
Rating: NC-17/R - smut & language ^^
Summary: Jackal and Ryoma meet at a club, and end up at a love hotel.
Author's note: so...Tan and I (Zomi) are using this as backdrop for some plot stuff we've got in the planning stages. Probably wouldn't bother posting it if it was really just random sex. Of course, Jackal and Ryoma muses don't know what we're up to, so... *snicker*
It was a sultry summer night. Jackal had on very little -- a tank top of thin fabric and ripped jeans -- and the hot air still caused a trickle of sweat to run down his spine. He walked slowly toward the club, hands in his pockets.
It had been a while since Jackal had let himself go out. His normal activities of a night were dinner at a moderately priced restaurant, and then home to read or play video games until he fell asleep. It was a lonely life, but he was used to it. He'd spent years having nobody around except a few trusted friends he saw every now and again...
But the summer night was getting under his skin, and he found that it was time to head out, see what else life had to offer.
And it had been so long since he'd danced...
Jackal spotted the club and stretched, a grin starting. He sensed that there would be adventure here...
He walked in and cased the place. Went to the bar and ordered something cheap and effective. After he slammed it back, he turned his head, senses reeling, and spotted...someone.
Pretty. He walked over.
Ryoma watched the people go by, drinking, dancing... all unfamiliar faces. He'd decided to go somewhere new for a change, instead of his usual place. Same place, same people - it got old, after a while. So he'd dressed in a tight, short shimmery green shirt and his lowest-riding pair of jeans, and headed out.
Now, he'd been there about half an hour, and nothing exciting had happened. He'd been hit on by some greasy old geezer (the guy was probably only in his thirties, but he looked like he'd smoked his whole life and forgotten to shower in the last week), and some loser with cheesy pick-up lines.
The music wasn't bad, though. Neither was the drink selection. Just most of the people.
Ryoma sighed and sipped at his drink. Maybe he should've gone to his usual place instead.
Jackal walked up, head gleaming softly in the shifting lights from the dance floor. The music was loud and throbbing, but it was a little more quiet in the bar.
The guy sitting alone looked small. Jackal stood next to him, and then blinked. Was this guy even of age? He turned to look for someone else, but then hesitated.
This guy looked so cute and oddly vulnerable sitting there.
"Can I keep you company for a moment? I don't know anyone here."
Ryoma looked up. A black guy. Rarity for Japan, Ryoma mused, pondering that he hadn't seen one since he'd left America way back when he was 12.
At least he hadn't used a cheesy pick-up line.
"Sure, why not. I don't know anyone here either," he shrugged, finishing off his drink and flagging the bartender down for another.
Someone who wasn't racist, or had a kink for sex with black men. That was nice.
"New in town?" Jackal sat back and contemplated the other man. "I hope you aren't sixteen. You look young enough to be my little brother."
Ryoma raised an eyebrow. "You think they'd let a sixteen year-old in here? No way. Can't get a decent fake ID to save your life in this country. I'm twenty-three."
People always thought he was too young for places like this. Even the bouncer gave Ryoma a suspicious eye.
Another reason he always went to his usual club. No need to show ID, there, since the bouncers all knew him.
Jackal shot the other an amazed look. "You don't look your age, senpai." Jackal was 22, had turned in November. Jackal leaned forward on his arm and shot him a big sweet grin. "Then I can pay a little more attention to you, cutie."
Ryoma snickered. "Senpai?" It wasn't often he was older than anybody at these clubs.
He looked the guy over. Powerful looking, sexy arms... The lack of hair was interesting. Ryoma usually liked hair, but this guy looked good bald.
"How old are you?" he asked.
Jackal leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head and flexing the upper muscle a little. He was amused that the other man was looking, and played it up. "I'm 22, cutie. Or do you have a name you'd rather be called? I'm Jackal."
Hm, it was time for more to drink. And then some dancing. And then...
Another tequila was set in front of him, and Jackal slammed it back with a practiced tilt of his wrist.
Damn. Ryoma made a mental note to himself. If he was going to stare at another guy, he really had to learn to be more subtle about it.
He took another drink from the glass in front of him. "It's Ryoma," he replied casually.
"You've got a rather interesting name," Ryoma observed. Definitely not Japanese.
Jackal nodded. "I'm from Brazil. Dad's Japanese." He'd keep it brief. "But I'm working for Japan now." Jackal grinned, feeling the excitement, the coup, of getting such a sweet job.
"I bet you're a...hm. Actually, I have no idea what you do for a living."
He tried to use agent training to see clues. He still had no idea.
Ryoma leaned back a little. "I'm working as a programmer. I freaking hate the place, so I'm looking around for other options," he replied. He didn't usually advertise that he was a computer geek, but why the hell not. The chance he'd ever see this Jackal guy after today was slim anyway.
He'd actually recently submitted his resume to the Japanese version of the CIA, but he hadn't heard back yet. Still...it was an exciting thought, that he might work for a place like that.
Jackal nodded. "I majored in something kind of useless. Wish I'd gone into programming. I spend most of my time gaming as it is," he admitted sheepishly. "Lately, lots of World of Warcraft."
It was probably silly to be admitting something like that in the middle of a noisy dance club, but Jackal had nothing invested in this -- it wasn't like he was looking to get laid.
"Do you like to dance?"
Ryoma nodded. "Wouldn't be here if I didn't," he replied, grinning.
"Is that an invitation?" He finished his second drink and stood, slipping his hands into his pockets, nodding towards the dance floor. "C'mon."
Jackal followed, noting several things about his new friend.
First, definitely short, but in the cutest possible way.
Second, didn't move like a programmer, wasn't built like a traditional one either. Ryoma undoubtedly exercised, from the shape of his body.
And third, seu fundo era bonito. Jackal wondered if it was allowable in this country to dance in the way of Brazil, his hands all over that fundo like it was a handle.
He wouldn't push it.
But when Jackal got to the floor, he felt in his element. Stared around with a cool challenge until everyone gave them room, and immediately dropped his hips into a strut to the rhythm.
Ryoma watched Jackal move, eyes glued to the other man's hips. Jackal knew how to move, apparently.
He let himself feel the music, the beat, and started dancing, his own hips moving to the rhythm.
Dancing was the closest thing you could have to sex and keep your clothes on. So Jackal made love to the air, arms twisting and hips swaying, abandoning himself to the rhythm. The music was a hot beat behind him, and Jackal felt his long-hidden nature rise...
The animal inside of him took control, and he stepped closer to Ryoma, a hand going out to stroke down Ryoma's waist and pull him in to dance more closely.
Jackal's eyes were a deep amber stare. "Dance with me..."
Ryoma smirked and let himself be pulled forward, until he was most certainly invading Jackal's personal space. He closed his eyes and let the music take him, dancing with - almost against - the taller man.
Jackal's sense of dance was contagious, Ryoma found, feeling a little bit primal as they moved to the beat.
The smaller man could really move... Jackal let his inhibitions go, and his hands took up a light stroking along Ryoma's back as he shook to the beat. It was a wild latin song, a rhythm he knew well, and soon he was pulling Ryoma tight up against him, staring down into that undeniably handsome Japanese face.
Ryoma felt Jackal's eyes on him and opened his own, meeting that intense, dark gaze. His body rolled against Jackal's in time with the beat, adding a little sensuality to the instinct in their movements.
"Mmmmm..."
Jackal stared down, melting into the other man's body, feeling the beat take them somewhere fierce and hot.
He leaned down and whispered in Ryoma's ear, feeling his body stir. "Can I get to know you better, pouca beleza?"
Ryoma shivered at that deep voice against his ear.
"Mmm...I think I'd like that, tall, dark, and sexy," Ryoma purred, trading English for what he assumed was...whatever Brazilians spoke.
Jackal stroked his hand in light lines up and down Ryoma's spine, from the soft nape of his neck down the curve of his back to just barely below his pants waistband.
"Shall I get to know you here? Or somewhere private?" Unsurprisingly, there was a love hotel not far away.
Ryoma purred at the touch. This guy was good.
"Let's go somewhere more private. I'm not big on audiences," he smirked, glancing around at the crowd of people that were staring at them.
He put a hand over Jackal's, keeping it at the lowest point in it's path as he pulled away, just enough to start walking towards the door.
Jackal walked as best he could half-hard. He could feel the flex and soft skin of Ryoma's muscles under his hand as they walked, and Jackal wondered just how well Ryoma wanted to get to know him.
"How about 'Love-40' -- it's a love hotel a few blocks away." Jackal had used it once or twice for other nearly anonymous hookups like this. But not with anyone this meltingly hot against his hand...
He walked them in that direction, fingertips working lower into Ryoma's pants, sliding a little way into the crease of his rear.
Ryoma tried not to blatantly wiggle at Jackal's touch. But damn, was it tempting.
"Lead the way." Ryoma didn't come to this part of town often, so he only knew where a few places were. The club, and a restaurant or two, and the bus stops that could get him to the important places, like his apartment.
He let himself be led and saw the sign for the hotel as they approached. It looked like a decent place, instead of one of those run-down, dirty, barely-lit places he heard about in date-rape news stories. And that was a huge relief.
Jackal led them inside and quickly got a key from a discrete looking older woman. He got them a slightly better quality of room -- one with a big hot tub for soaking if they so desired.
Then he turned and cocked his head in the direction of their room, eyes heated with anticipation.
As soon as they got onto the elevator, Jackal hooked Ryoma by the pants waist and tugged him so that their bodies were flush again.
Then he leaned down and stroked his lips down Ryoma's cheekbone, fingers resting on the skin of his waist.
Ryoma purred, letting his hands run up over Jackal's arms, feeling up the muscle there. Mmm...They felt as nice as they looked.
He gave a little rub against Jackal's body, and as soon as he did the elevator dinged and doors opened. Ryoma hooked his fingers into the beltloops of Jackal's pants and pulled him out of the elevator.
"So...Which room's ours?"
Jackal's grin got even wider at Ryoma's excitement. It was as though Ryoma hadn't had anyone for a while either. Jackal was surprised. The other man was exquisite with a fine physique. It had to be high standards that kept him away from dating.
Jackal felt a bit honored that he'd qualified, poor slut that he was. Well, poor no longer, and seldom a slut anymore.
Jackal opened the door to the suit and immediately stripped off his little tanktop, giving Ryoma a view of dusky abs and defined chest before pinning the smaller man against the door.
"I wanna do everything I can with you," Jackal purred, "Just tell me the rules. Condoms? Or sex at all?" Jackal's fingers went to the edge of Ryoma's shirt and pushed it up to beneath his armpits. Then he sank to his knees and gave that small body a slow licking, belly to nipple. "Anything's fine. It's been a while, for me."
Ryoma licked his lips at the sight of Jackal's bare chest. Very nice.
Even nicer was the sight of Jackal on his knees.
"Nnnn.... As long as I'm not gonna catch anything, sex is fine. Condoms are optional." Since sex is a no-go if Jackal had germs.
Ryoma hoped Jackal was clean. He could really go for a good round of sex.
"You should never take anyone's word for it, but yes, I'm clean. We'll wear condoms anyway..." Jackal's past was a little too checkered for him to trust that a clean bill of health now didn't mean that he wouldn't have a scare down the line.
He rested his mouth on Ryoma's nipple and kissed it in a slow rub of lips. "You. Are one hot gatinho pequeno..." Jackal's hands pulled off Ryoma's shirt, and then went down to his pants waist, toying with the soft skin beneath it. "Oh, fuck yes...I wanna put my dick in you..." He breathed on the nipple, sucked it into his mouth.
Ryoma blinked. "...I'm a what?"
He groaned at the fingers on his skin, the mouth on his nipple. His hands automatically went up towards Jackal's head, pausing as he realized he had no idea if his urge to run fingers through hair would feel good to a bald guy.
Jackal chuckled. "It's okay, sexy thing. I did it a long time ago, for a friend..." Jackal had had a soft head full of curls before that, corkscrews that reached his shoulders. He'd shaved it all off for an old love.
His fingers undid Ryoma's pants and pushed them off, underwear as well, fingers instantly running into the soft fur of Ryoma's curls.
He nuzzled his nose into them and inhaled. "Mmmm." His favorite part. The sweaty, deep scent of horny male.
Ryoma let out a low, aroused chuckle and ran his hands over the skin on Jackal's head. It was interesting, soft, smooth. "I usually like guys with hair I can run my fingers through," he admitted, feeling a little fascinated.
His hips rocked towards Jackal, cock twitching.
"So. How do you like your cock licked? Slow and teasing, or rough and swift? Or all of the above?"
Jackal punctuated his words with little licks at the tip, swirling his tongue around it, mouthing at it. Jackal loved sucking cock. And, if his youth was any indication, was good enough at it to earn his way to Japan.
Ryoma's hips bucked, trying to get more of Jackal's mouth on his cock. "Nnhh...However you wanna do it is fine by me," he groaned, hands sliding down along Jackal's neck to his broad, muscled shoulders.
Damn, he was good at that.
"So sit on the edge of the bed, sexy," Jackal growled, and gave Ryoma a shove over to it by the handy bottom handle.
Jackal got up off his knees and rid himself of his tight jeans. Then, cock riding high on his stomach, he prowled toward Ryoma and smiled the smile of a jungle cat.
"Ready for your licking?" He settled between Ryoma's legs and put his hot mouth around Ryoma's balls.
Ryoma sat himself on the bed and spread his legs, staring at the sight of Jackal stalking towards him like that. It made him feel a little hunted...but in an incredibly hot way that made him shiver.
"I'm more than ready," he purred, watching Jackal's mouth at work.
He tilted his head a little curiously. Hadn't thought of it before...but the contrast in their skin colors made it...really sexy.
Jackal grinned. Ryoma had a beautiful cock, and the skin slid beneath his tongue like water. He purred at the back of his throat while he toyed with it, sucking at the tip, sliding his mouth down further, as far as it could go...then sucking up the shaft firmly. Oh fuck yes, cocksucking was turning him on.
He reached down and gave his own dick a stroke, just to keep Ryoma's company.
Ryoma groaned, eyes going half-lidded. Jackal was really fucking good at that. Even better was that he seemed to really enjoy it.
His hips bucked a little, careful not to disrupt Jackal's pace. "Nnnnhhh..."
Jackal gave Ryoma's tip another little lick. Then, cock high, he went over to the nightstand full of handy conveniences. He got out a condom and lubrication. Instead of settling back between Ryoma's legs, he crawled onto the bed and lay next to Ryoma.
He ripped the wrapper off the condom and took it out. And then, eyes holding Ryoma's, he fitted the tip over his cock and rolled the rubber slowly down the sides.
"I'm fucking you. Can't toy with you much, you're too hot."
He squirted lubrication on his fingers and rolled over Ryoma, dipping in for a kiss, tongue hungry in Ryoma's mouth. His fingers dipped below Ryoma's balls, fondling them for a moment, and then a finger skimmed over Ryoma's hole.
"Fucking you here. Hard."
Ryoma watched the condom unroll down Jackal's length, then blinked as he found himself flat on his back with a tongue in his mouth.
He kissed back, sucking on Jackal's tongue, legs spread and hips tilted for that slick finger. "Hell yes," he panted slightly, letting his hands run over the firm plane of Jackal's chest.
"Hard sounds...damn good..." Ryoma pushed his hips back against that finger, encouraging.
Jackal's finger pushed into Ryoma's body. It was a tight fit -- Ryoma was no virgin, but not loose either. He experimented with kisses while he drove his finger in. Feathery-soft ones down Ryoma's jaw. Harder ones on his neck and at his hairline, and deep wet ones at his mouth, tongue thrusting as far in as he could make it.
His finger curled and stroked and fucked and fingered, making it slippery enough in there that he could do anything he wanted.
Jackal added another finger, tongue sliding down to the vulnerable spot right under Ryoma's chin.
It was just like a cat's chin. "Bet you like to get sucked right here," Jackal chuckled, and very carefully suckled just below the chin and above the neck in that soft expanse.
Ryoma let out a moan when Jackal's finger slid into him. He had to remind himself to relax - it'd been a while, after all. The kisses Jackal gave were driving him crazy with want, and he gave kisses back, his hands sliding down the other man's abs to below his stomach.
He grinned when he got his fingers into the curls around the base of Jackal's cock. At least the guy wasn't totally hairless.
Ryoma tilted his head back, throat making a deep purring sound. How Jackal had figured out that spot was beyond him.
Jackal's tongue flickered at the little sensitive spot below Ryoma's chin, strumming it and sucking it into his mouth, alternating the sensations to see which Ryoma liked best.
He pressed another finger against the pucker and pushed it in, massaging out the tight little hole.
And then, after a moment, another finger.
"I've got three fingers buried to the hilt in your hot ass, Ryoma. You want my cock?" Jackal murmured this low against Ryoma's neck, tongue licking around to Ryoma's ear.
Ryoma's hips were moving against Jackal's fingers, body clenching down on them.
His breath came in pants, one hand moving down to Jackal's cock and giving it a squeeze. "Fuck me, Jackal," he groaned, pulling his knees up to his chest and exposing himself to the other man.
Oh, now this was nice...very nice. Jackal brought his fingers over to lubricate his sheathed cock, and settled back on his haunches between Ryoma's legs, staring down at the slightly open hole that was revealed to him by those parted and hiked-up legs.
Jackal took his cock tip and rubbed it over the little hole. Poked into it just a little bit to tease, then withdrew, painting a lubricated line with his cock tip from balls to tailbone.
Ryoma growled at the teasing. No fair.
Then he smirked and waited, until he could feel Jackal's tip right against his entrance again. When he did, he moved his legs and wrapped them around Jackal's hips, then pulled him in.
"Nngg..." Much better.
Jackal laughed and moaned with appreciation at the horny little movement.
"You like getting cock in you, hmmmm, little beauty?" Jackal's breath was already a hot wash against Ryoma's skin.
He went slowly, took a moment to appreciate the carnal parting of flesh before his cock tip, no matter that the feeling was masked a little by the condom. His mouth descended to Ryoma's again and he sought out that tongue. He slid his into Ryoma's mouth as he pushed his cock into that tight asshole...
Ryoma nodded and kept his legs securely around Jackal's hips. He kissed back, tongue sliding and tangling with Jackal's in a sensual little dance.
He moved his hands along Jackal's arms again, purring as he felt up the muscles there. His hands slid up to Jackal's shoulders, then down his chest. Ran a finger in a little circle around one of Jackal's nipples.
Jackal slid his hand up behind Ryoma's rear, tilting it just a little so his cock could go back as deep as he could fit it. "NNNhhhaaa..." His pace was a slow stroke. They had all night and Ryoma's rear was a nice place to be buried.
He licked into Ryoma's ear again, purring at the teasing to his nipple. "You just melt with a cock in you, don't you? Doing everything you can to make me feel good. Such a hot little lover..."
Ryoma grinned, rolling the nipple between his fingers. "I just like to give as good as I get," he replied, a smirk crossing his lips. "Nobody can go away saying I was selfish in bed."
His hips moved in time with Jackal's pace, and to tease a little he clenched down on Jackal's cock. "Mmmmhhh..."
Jackal groaned again and sat upright, still buried.
He gripped Ryoma's legs and slid them up over his shoulder.
"You want it faster? Here you go." And then his hips went wild, shoving back far and hard to give a good swift thrusting.
Ryoma grinned, moaning at the sudden change in pace. His whole body rocked with the pace, and Ryoma reached up over his head, placing his hands against the headboard to prevent his head from banging into it.
He met each thrust with a grunt and a shove of his own hips. Damn Jackal was good.
Jackal stared down and couldn't stand it, that hot little body rocking under his thrusts. He brought his hand down to grip Ryoma's cock, fingers exploring the shaft, squeezing it and seeing whether he could milk any come out of the tip.
He was fit. He kept up the deep thrusting, tilting his angle until he brushed against the really good spot on his way back...
"Wish I had cuffs," He gasped, looking down. "You should look like this more often."
Ryoma bucked his hips up against Jackal's hand, his cock leaking a little.
"Nnhhh....Is that an offer for more?" he smirked. And then Jackal's cock hit his prostate and Ryoma gasped, body arching up off the bed. "Aahhh..."
Jackal grinned, hand running up to play with the wetness at Ryoma's cock tip, finger rubbing it lightly into the skin. He wanted to taste it too, but it was inadvisable for someone he didn't really know, and Jackal was always cautious...
Jackal shifted their positions again. "Hold your legs," he said, pushing them back for an even deeper angle. He bet anything that Ryoma could do it. He licked up along the inside of the calf, settling his mouth against the achilles tendon and giving it a good suck. He drew back, and once Ryoma was ready, picked up the pace again and impaled him hard.
It felt good. Way too good.
Ryoma shifted a pillow between his head and the headboard, then hooked his arms under his knees and bent himself in half as best he could.
He groaned when the hard pace resumed and kept his body moving with it. He was going to be so pleasantly sore tomorrow...and not just his ass. "NNGghh...damn..." he panted, giving Jackal's cock another squeeze.
Jackal's whole body sang at the little squeezes from Ryoma's rear. How nice to be able to do that...he braced one arm against the bedpost while the other worked Ryoma's cock, stroking and milking it in time to his hips.
"I love how you look. I can look down and see my cock driving into you. You're opening up and swallowing me in, Ryoma..." Jackal's voice was low and thick and growling.
Ryoma's head fell back, lips parted as he breathed. He licked his lips, wetting them.
"If I look...half as good as I feel..." Ryoma's sentence was cut off by a long groan, hips moving furiously between Jackal's hand and his cock.
It wouldn't be long, now.
"You look like..." Jackal grunted out, sweat falling in streaks down the muscles of his dusky chest. "You look like the best...kind of cockslut, eating up my cock like that with your...ass..."
He flicked his thumb across the wet tip of Ryoma's cock, and because he couldn't restrain himself any longer, brought it up to his tongue to taste.
"NNhhhhh..."
Ryoma groaned, trying to hold on. But Jackal was so good, so sexy...
Especially when he licked Ryoma's wetness of his finger like that.
He squeezed down tight on Jackal's cock, wanting the other to find his release, and then Ryoma came with a loud moan, shooting all over his stomach.
Jackal grunted again at the squeeze around his cock and bent to kiss that open, moaning mouth. He buried himself deep with two hard pushes and shot hard into Ryoma, whole body shaking as he came.
And then he chuckled, rolling Ryoma over on top of him, keeping him impaled.
"You want more? I want more."
His hand swiped through the come on Ryoma's stomach and rubbed it all over the sensitive tip of Ryoma's cock.
"Ride me."
Ryoma laughed at the change in positions and the command. But hell yeah he wanted more.
So he did what he was told and lifted himself up, almost off of Jackal's cock, only to let himself back down onto it. "Nnnnhhh...fuck..."
Jackal was sensitive too. There was come inside the condom, making everything that much more slippery and hot and wet and interesting.
He gripped Ryoma's cock like a joystick, experimenting with holds as he tipped his hips up. "NNnnnnnhhh...fuck is a good word..." His voice was incoherent with pleasure.
"I thought so," Ryoma snickered, rising up again, then pushing himself down. He set his own pace on Jackal's cock, hard and deep but not as fast as their last one. He leaned down, keeping his hips moving, and swiped his tongue over Jackal's nipple.
The phrase "ride you like a stallion" came to mind, but Ryoma thought it was corny and kept that one to himself.
Jackal groaned, and then realized... "Ahhh...Ryoma, the condom's slipping. I'd better put on a new one."
He lifted Ryoma up off him, flailed his hand to the side and gripped a square packet, opened it, and replaced the condom on his sensitive, drenched cock.
Jackal took the opportunity to explore a spot between Ryoma's collarbone and neck, teeth digging in lightly, tongue a rapid flicker.
Then he squirted a ton of lube on his palm and slicked back up again.
"Ready?" He repositioned himself.
Ryoma purred at the teeth and tongue on his skin, waiting patiently for Jackal to change the condom. Then, when he felt Jackal repositioned, he pushed himself back down onto it, groaning against the other man's skin.
"Nnnnhhh...Damn..." He picked up his pace again and went back to licking at Jackal's skin, sucking that dark nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth.
Jackal was melting now. The little guy found one of his weaknesses right away, and was flexible enough to suck and fuck him at the same time. His hips rocked up to meet Ryoma's pace, cheeks flushing, breath coming out in moaning pants.
The second time was always more sensitive all around...Jackal's hand wrapped around Ryoma's ass, finger sliding to tickle right above where his cock was stuck deep.
Ryoma grinned around Jackal's nipple, then gave it a little bite before sitting back up. He could hold that position for a while, but it started to strain his back after a bit.
He stared down at the dark guy beneath him as he rode down on that sexy cock. Moved a hand to his own and started stroking himself, hand moving counterpoint to the motion of Jackal's body within him.
"MMMHH..."
Jackal was groaning now, watching Ryoma stroke himself. "Você fode como um angel..."
Jackal felt the soft slap of balls on his stomach as Ryoma rode down and down and down..."UUUhhh...fuck..."
Reached up and molested a nipple, thinking he was gonna cover Ryoma in hickeys when they were done. Jackal found he wanted to leave a big sign on the young man's body, Jackal was here, back off.
Ryoma had no idea what Jackal said, and found he didn't really care.
He arched at the touch to his nipple, throwing his head back with a groan. "NNNH...Coming...soon..." he panted, shifting the angle of his hips to feel Jackal against his prostate again.
Jackal stared upward at the sweating, straining man riding his hard-on like he was a bull and felt his balls tighten.
"NNnnnn...fuck...whatever you desire, angel..."
Pinched that little nipple hard and drove his cock in deep and swift.
Ryoma stared down at Jackal, at the beads of sweat making that dark skin shine in the light from the room. He could still taste that sweat on his tongue from earlier.
He swept his thumb almost harshly against his slit at the same time that Jackal pinched his nipple. That did it, and Ryoma arched as he came again, spurting out all over his hand. "NNNGG!!"
"AAAHHH...Fuck, minha angel..." Jackal watched the spurting come and shut his eyes, sweat and cock and body dissolving into a singing mass of orgasm.
"Ahhhhhhhh..."
It was enough for a while. Jackal wiped the sweat from his wide brow with his arm and grinned, tugging Ryoma down against him.
Ryoma rest himself against Jackal's body, panting heavily. "Damn..." He couldn't remember when he'd last had sex like that.
He closed his eyes and purred, just enjoying the moment while it lasted.
Jackal held Ryoma against him, skin melding to skin in a sweaty collision, arms embracing and lips brushing Ryoma's brow.
"In the passing of the moon's shadow
I heard your voice like a hushed wave
Falling into my wet body..."
He couldn't quite remember Neruda's verse, but murmured it into Ryoma's ear nonetheless.
"Stay here. Let's use the hot tub."
He slid out of Ryoma's arms for a moment and went to run the bath. When it was full and bubbling with bath salts that smelled of vanilla he went and got Ryoma, arms hefting the smaller man up into the air.
Then, he place Ryoma into the tub and snuggled behind him, arms wrapping gently in the relaxing heat.
Ryoma blinked, finding himself in the sweet-smelling hot tub.
Now this was interesting. He certainly hadn't been expecting to end up cuddling with someone who was supposed to be a one-night stand.
"D'you treat all your one-nighters this well, or am I getting some kind of special treatment?" If he'd been raised fully in Japan, he probably wouldn't have asked. He blamed it on his formative years being spent in America.
Jackal scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "You're assuming I do this a lot?"
He'd done it a few times. "I just wanted to keep touching you, if that's alright."
Jackal's hands softly stroked Ryoma's skin, his mouth finding new places on Ryoma's neck to make the other man squirm. "We have all night," he said with a smile.
Ryoma purred at the attention. Definitely alright.
He nodded lazily, feeling too comfortable to really move. "Mmm...we do have all night, don't we?"
Though...he wasn't sure if he had a round three in him. He raised a hand to his mouth to cover a yawn. Between two rounds of amazing sex and the alcohol in his system...it was a wonder he wasn't already asleep.
Jackal chuckled at the yawn.
"Bed, then. Unless...you don't mind that I like to cuddle?" Jackal's grin was wide again. It wasn't really sex unless they'd slept with their limbs intertwined.
He got out of the bath and handed Ryoma a towel, toweling off himself. His penis looked sleepy too, Jackal noted, looking down. A little thicker than usual (Ryoma's butt had been against it after all), but not pointing to the sky.
"I think you satisfied me," Jackal grinned.
Ryoma grinned back as he dried himself off, taking advantage of the towel and using it to clean up his ass while he was at it. "I don't mind cuddling."
He wasn't really sure what he'd expected from a one-night thing...but this wasn't it. He wasn't complaining, though.
He chuckled. "Good. I'd hate to think that I had all the fun," he replied, climbing back into the bed and burying himself under the covers.
Jackal crawled in after, gleeful to find that the bed had a soft Ryoma filling. He wrapped his body around the little guy and nestled in with a little low purr.
"Thank you for the night, minha angel."
Jackal was humble. He didn't expect anyone to give him more than that.
He fell into sleep immediately, soothed beyond words by the other man in his arms.
***
The next morning, Ryoma stretched himself awake, mouth open in a huge yawn. He looked around, trying to remember where he was and why, and who the hell he was in bed with...
Oh. Right. He'd met Jackal at the club the night before, and they'd gone to a love hotel and had amazing sex.
He glanced over at the other man, finding him still asleep, and felt content to just lie in the warmth for a while. It was a weekend, and it wasn't like he had anywhere to be.
Jackal woke up slowly and opened his eyes to see a cute, dark-haired angel staring back at him.
"Ryoma." Jackal smiled. And then he frowned. "This is the hard part." He got up, putting his feet on the cold floor, and found their clothes.
He handed Ryoma's over without comment, and put his own on.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in, gripping the back of Ryoma's head and tugging it to reveal that secret place below Ryoma's chin.
Jackal kissed him there. Sucked a big red hickey that would only be seen from below.
Then he kissed Ryoma thoroughly on the lips.
"Don't want to leave you, angel. But it's time for us to check out."
Ryoma couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't either sound like he was being a dick, or make it sound like he was expecting anything else out of this, so he busied himself with getting dressed.
And then, it was time to go.
"...I had fun, Jackal," he smiled, regretting a little that they'd probably never meet again.
Jackal picked up Ryoma's hand and kissed it softly, one finger after the other.
"I'll remember you."