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This is an Open Relationship (Except Not Really)

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Things are just getting good -- her mouth tight-hot-wet around his cock, her pretty little hand gripping the base and he's so so so close -- when it all comes crashing down.

"So," Leah starts conversationally as she pulls away from him just like that, dabbing her lips with the corner of the bedsheet in that exact way she knows Ryo can't. Fucking. Stand. "I hear you were out with Shirota."

Ohgod, Ryo thinks.

"Ohgod," he groans.

Ryo has to admit; the woman has timing.

"I hope you had fun," she goes on, smiling prettily. "I hope you had enough fun to store some of it away."

"Leah..."

"Oh, baby," she cuts in, chuckling. She lifts a hand to his cheek, strokes it in the most loving manner. "You don't have to apologize. This is, after all, an open relationship."

"Um," Ryo says.

He's always had a way with women.

It's just, apparently, not a very good way.

"Hm? What is it?" Leah asks.

"Could you--" Ryo says, nodding vaguely.

Leah blinks at his face, then down at his poor, neglected, still painfully hard cock.

"What is it, baby?"

Ryo bites the inside of his cheek to keep from shrieking.

Note to self: silk scarves + bedposts + Leah = Bad Combination.

"If you want something, you have to..." Leah frowns. "I forget the word... Help me out, Ryo-chan?"

"Ask for it?" Ryo hisses through his teeth.

Leah brightens. "Ah! You have to ask for it! It was on the tip of my tongue, I swear."

Ryo refrains from rolling his eyes, if only because he has a hard time keeping them open at this point. "Leah."

"Yes?" she asks sweetly, dangling her bare legs over the edge of the bed. Her bare, smooth, mile-long legs...

Ryo takes a deep, steadying breath. "Please."

Leah blinks.

And then she laughs, eyes scrunching up, her cheeks pink with her mirth.

The saddest thing about the whole situation is that Ryo's, basically, ages past caring how utterly fucking pathetic he must look right now; naked and tied to the bedposts, with a hard dick.

"All right, all right," Leah concedes, still smiling as she throws one of those bare, smooth, mile-long legs of hers over Ryo's waist.

Ryo only has the presence of mind to keep still until she guides him into herself, and then he's thrusting up into her tight heat like there's no tomorrow, his eyes only slanted open to watch those gorgeous, pale boobs he can't get enough of bounce in front of his face.

She clings to his shoulders when he comes, sharp nails digging into his skin, her teeth closing around an earlobe in crazy, contradictory gentleness.

"You must really hate me now, huh," she whispers in his ear a little while later, when they are both hot and sticky and just barely able to breathe again. "Sometimes, I really hate you, too. You do such silly things."

"Hey." Ryo nudges her as much as he can with his shoulder. When she turns her face to blink at him in question, he grins. "I've got something to confess."

Leah frowns. "What now? Don't tell me there's another--"

Ryo's grin widens. "Babe, there's only one gravure idol I fuck, and it sure as hell ain't that Ohtomo Sayuri girl."