Day Off (Ryo/Yasu)
Title: Day off
Pairing: Ryo/Yasu
Rating: R
Written for ilanabean42 ♥
Slick with sweat, hot with sun, Yasu’s skin tastes like the sea on Ryo’s tongue. He nibbles at his collarbone and licks a path up to bite his earlobe. It’s the result of a whole day in the sun or years of repressed desire. Ryo doesn’t fight it, neither does Yasu for that matter.
Yasu’s hands follow the contour of Ryo’s hips until they can close over his butt. He squeezes, firm and unashamed. It’s as simple as that, isn’t it? Just as easy as diving into the waves, just as thrilling as trying not to laugh under water.
Ryo pulls on Yasu’s hair, angles their heads so their mouths come together. Sand gets under Ryo’s nails when he trails them on Yasu’s scalp. They should both take a shower, but isn’t it better like this?
Yasu makes a sound, high-pitched and demanding. Ryo reciprocates with a growl, low but just as needy. Neither knows where they are going, but any surface they stumble onto seems fine.
First circling his hipbone, then diving for his cock, Yasu’s fingers are warm and dexterous. Ryo buries his face in the crook of Yasu’s neck, grabs a mouthful of his shirt. Yasu grinds against Ryo’s hip, against his own hand as it moves on Ryo, and Ryo tries to regain enough coherence to lend a hand.
It’s quick, hot, messy, but when Yasu throws his head back and Ryo gets another taste of the salty skin as he comes, he feels that, really, it’s much better this way.
Minutes later, before heading for the shower, Yasu offers him a sweet smile, skin dark, hair mussed and lips swollen, and Ryo thinks that they should spend their days off at the beach more often.
Pairing: Ryo/Yasu
Rating: R
Written for ilanabean42 ♥
Slick with sweat, hot with sun, Yasu’s skin tastes like the sea on Ryo’s tongue. He nibbles at his collarbone and licks a path up to bite his earlobe. It’s the result of a whole day in the sun or years of repressed desire. Ryo doesn’t fight it, neither does Yasu for that matter.
Yasu’s hands follow the contour of Ryo’s hips until they can close over his butt. He squeezes, firm and unashamed. It’s as simple as that, isn’t it? Just as easy as diving into the waves, just as thrilling as trying not to laugh under water.
Ryo pulls on Yasu’s hair, angles their heads so their mouths come together. Sand gets under Ryo’s nails when he trails them on Yasu’s scalp. They should both take a shower, but isn’t it better like this?
Yasu makes a sound, high-pitched and demanding. Ryo reciprocates with a growl, low but just as needy. Neither knows where they are going, but any surface they stumble onto seems fine.
First circling his hipbone, then diving for his cock, Yasu’s fingers are warm and dexterous. Ryo buries his face in the crook of Yasu’s neck, grabs a mouthful of his shirt. Yasu grinds against Ryo’s hip, against his own hand as it moves on Ryo, and Ryo tries to regain enough coherence to lend a hand.
It’s quick, hot, messy, but when Yasu throws his head back and Ryo gets another taste of the salty skin as he comes, he feels that, really, it’s much better this way.
Minutes later, before heading for the shower, Yasu offers him a sweet smile, skin dark, hair mussed and lips swollen, and Ryo thinks that they should spend their days off at the beach more often.