Two-shot ~ No sex, we're TORN (2nd and last part)
Hi, here I am with the second and last part of the Valentine story.
I am sorry the posting got delayed for more than a week in the end, but I've been unexpectedly busy with things that I had not fore-planned... I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of the story, though ^O^
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Title: No sex, we're TORN
Author: lalois
Fandom: Kanjani8
Pairings: RyOhkura
Rating: NC17 (nudity)
Length: two-shot
Words: 2574
Genre: romance, introspection, smut
Disclaimer: sadly I don’t own anything about Kanjani8, just my worship for my OTP.
Prompt:
Summary: They had set a weird rule on their relationship. But the onsen get in the way.
Written on: 14th - 16th February 2016. > First Part <
Also available on Ao3
**
Ryo didn't pull away from the make-out soon, and when he did he felt hot and dizzy all over his body and soul and plunged into the water again, back and forth, reaching out for the nearest rock on the edge of the pool.
Ohkura did affect the contents of his heart and his mind in a way he had not managed to grasp nor control yet.
Ohkura, whose chin was still submerged into the water and whose dark beautiful eyes were looking tenderly and straight at him, pursing the infamous pouty lips. He stood silent for a while, apparently enjoying the bath in the deepest corner of the pond, his eyes closed but for a quick check of Ryo's location every now and then.
"Thanks for bringing me here," Ryo murmured all of a sudden. "I owe you."
Ohkura slowly reached him beside his spot in the water, then gently put his palm on Ryo's forehead.
"Hey, are you really sure you're okay?"
Ryo made a face and took his hand, putting it back into the water with his own.
"Moron... I'm serious."
"So am I" Ohkura retorted. "I don't want you fainting from overheat exposure for sure. I have other plans for us, tonight," he nodded proudly.
Ryo giggles.
"Really? Do you still?"
"Sure. Can't you imagine?"
Ryo cocked his head to one side, rubbing his eyes again.
"I've made myself quite an idea, yeah..."
Ohkura looked intently at him.
"Don't you want us to go back enjoying sex also, Ryochan?"
Ryo held his breath.
Here they were, with the question they'd carefully avoided for the last thirty days.
"Hell if I don't want to," he blurted out then.
"Then why..."
"Why what?"
Ohkura shook his head.
"I don't know... You've been unusually quiet all this time. A doting boyfriend, even, and I'm far from complaining, of course. But I feel like..." he paused, unsure how to best say what he had in his mind without being too blunt. He sighed.
"I feel like you're keeping something from me, and it hurts, Ryochan. It hurts."
Ryo didn't let go of his hand, nor looked away.
The dim lights of the pool and the porch slowly decreased in intensity right away, leaving them in a cozy semi-darkness, and they both realized the resort was plunging into the middle of the night.
"I never meant to hurt you more than I already did," Ryo started out. "That was the last thing I'd ever wanted, after what we had to go through recently, you know..."
He paused, too, thinking quickly at how things could have been that different if only he had never gathered the guts to confess to Ohkura and go for it despite the latter having a girlfriend. In the end, it seemed like he had won the drummer's heart and doubts indeed, but they had had to start anew. Literally and physically speaking.
And that was something good, but rollercoaster-like also.
"If felt rather weird for me never giving in to the sexual impulse, Tatsu. Honestly. I wasn't even sure we would have made it in the end... more talking for myself maybe, but still... I promised you, and here we are, now."
He looked up to meet his favourite almond-shaped eyes ever, gazing at him only and especially, as if to make sure they were both in, once again.
"The weird thing is, it did also feel right at the same time, so right that I'm amazed at how good things turned out for us during the last month. Amazing, really.
The truth is that us dating, Ohkura, has brought to the surface a Ryo whose existence I wasn't even aware of myself. And this is a Ryo I finally like, could you even tell?!
And now... I don't know, I started feeling almost as if we could ruin everything through physical pleasure."
"Eh?" the drummer asked.
Ryo laughed nervously.
"Yeah, it's so stupid of me, right? I've always been so into sex... it's so stupid of me, so damn stupid and silly..."
Ohkura leaned in to peck him on the mouth. The drummer's lips felt like thermal and salty water, but Ryo licked his own lips nonetheless.
"We started out being horny all the time, not knowing what to do with the feelings. Throwing them away, even," Ryo commented.
"But we grew," Ohkura whispered. “We suffered. We drifted away, suffered again. And we learned. Isn't this the real proof we're now doing what's actually right for us?" the drummer went on with his low, deep voice.
"Then what if I don't know where to start anymore?" Ryo asked in a cracked voice. "You can laugh at me if you want... yeah…”
Ohkura chuckled softly.
"What about starting with looking at me in the eyes instead?" Ohkura asked. "Even though it seemed to me you did know quite well before, even before the shower we shared..."
When Ryo pulled back a little from him and looked up, he noticed that those beautiful dark orbs were gleaming and smiling to him only.
"Hey... All of you, Ryochan," the drummer told him. "It's good to know all of you. So please, don't restrain yourself from showing yourself with me anymore, from now on. Because I want to love you. I really do," he murmured, his gaze steady into Ryo's. “Can I?”
The older man nodded slowly, so Ohkura cupped both of Ryo’s cheeks and licked those alluring lips, gently and repeatedly. He suddenly felt Ryo's hands on his waist, in the water, and their kiss deepened slowly but firmly, together with the pulsation irradiating from the lower part of their abdomens.
His hands roamed in order to cup Ryo's butt fiercely, who growled hard in his mouth in response when his fingers found, tickled and caressed the cut between the buttcheeks he loved.
Ryo pushed him on the edge of the pool, against the bamboo-covered entry path among the rocks, kissing him hungrily, almost feverishly.
"I want you... I've wanted you so badly it aches…" Ohkura groaned in a low voice, doing nothing to hide his appreciation for Ryo nipping at his throat and collarbone.
Ohkura leaned back and threw out his arms to steady himself on his elbows out of the water, offering his lover an exquisite opportunity for aiming at his nipples at the same time.
Ryo shifted just slightly to have his mouth right at their level and sucked gently from each, having Ohkura moan aloud, his head tilted back and his Adam's apple showing off.
"Don't do this to me if you don't wanna make love to me right now, Ryochan… please don’t," he begged, his eyes closed.
"I never said I don't want to,” Ryo assured him in a hoarse, pleading voice, “I just… I panicked, I’m sorry…”
“I don’t think I can forgive you,” Ohkura panted between a few low cries, “if you don’t go back torturing my tits straight away… please,” he added, brushing his chest and stomach against Ryo’s body.
And Ryo obliged, ravishing the wet rosy skin with his mouth while stroking Ohkura’s hardness below the water’s edge, much to the latter’s groans of pleasure, until Ryo suddenly grabbed his ass and made his lover sit up on the edge of the pool, outside the steaming water.
He spread his legs to welcome Ryo’s ministrations, he arched his back to allow him kiss whenever part of his hickey-ed chest he preferred, and ended up shouting and laying back down completely, at a loss, when Ryo made him peak and savour the power of the ecstasy again, after such a long time.
Ohkura shivered openly, feeling hot and cold at the same time. He felt Ryo over him then, crouching to place a tender kiss on his forehead and then nuzzle his nose against his cheek.
“I’m sorry… “ Ryo repeated again, right before he actually picked him up in his arms, taking him carefully inside in the veranda.
“So shameful of me, I’d say instead…” the drummer faltered, though holding tight to Ryo in the meantime.
“What for?”
“Being carried around like a girl, when I'm just a fatass...” he groaned.
"There's honestly nothing shameful about you, Tatsu," Ryo objected. "You're my guy, and I'm carrying you inside, and that's all." He laid him down onto the mat beside the inner hot spring pool that made up most of the beautiful and wide veranda room.
Ohkura clung tightly to him, one arm around Ryo's neck and the other on his mate's growing bulge, kissing his neck frantically.
"Ryochan, we need you to cry too," he explained with a weak smile, turning the soft caresses of his fingers into way more audacious ones.
Ryo grunted softly over him, his breath turning into visible puffs of heat in the sticky air of the hot spring pool.
"Make love to me... Please, Ryochan..."
"You can recover, right?" Ryo asked him. His left hand went up into Ohkura's messy bangs, massaging the scalp and the short hair of his shaved temple that stung under Ryo's fingertips.
The drummer purred, closing his lids for a moment of bliss, then pulled Ryo abruptly down to him for a hungry kiss, rocking his hips up against Ryo's in a clear consent.
"Good," Ryo approved. "I need you hard, for I'll be going to ride you," he muttered on his lover's throat, who choked on his own panting but kept Ryo down with him. He let go of his hardness only to hold him close and thoroughly, and clenched his hips around his mate's to have their members crush painfully against each other's.
Ryo howled, and it didn't take long for the two of them to become aroused to the point of craving for even further, delicious friction blurring their mind away.
Ohkura gaped in awe when Ryo lowered himself on his length and started moving carefully around through slow, rhythmical and mesmerizing thrusts.
Ryo arched his back almost absentmindedly, rolling his head with his eyes closed in deep concentration, to savour the feeling of upcoming completeness, of joining hot flesh that had meant so much for him even when he didn't know how much he actually loved the guy.
"Missed you..." he croaked in a hoarse voice, his palms tightening on his lover's belly and hips. The drummer replied with his mouth agape and a sensual chanting trough his deepest voice.
"You're so tight, Ryochan..." he cried softly under him, his whole body stirring from growing pleasure. “So beautiful…”
Ryo smirked and straddled him proudly, the sensation of Ohkura's fingers tickling and gripping on his forearms giving him the goose bumps, making him shiver despite the hot temperature and the humidity of the room itself, despite sweat drops landing large and thick on Ohkura's already wet body.
Ryo's pace fastened on the voluptuous hips, but the drummer had long lost any reason for keeping a mask of dignity and gave in to several high-pitched moans; the cutest of it resembled the small cry Ryo suddenly remembered having heard from him the very first time he had spotted boy Ohkura whining alone in a corner, because he wanted so badly the chance of standing on the front of the stage like his other band mates did. Ryo smiled at the thought, for that very same time he had promised to such a young Ohkura that one day he'd have made it, and he'd have been by his side for sure.
Ryo opened his lids.
He could swear that the mere vision of his lover surrendering to his soaring movements, with his arms both sprawled on the mat over him and the tempting curly wet bangs scattered around his head like a glorious aura, would have been enough to make him come straight away. But the truth was, Ohkura was also keeping his almost orgasm-blurred gaze on him, on his thin naked frame and protruding nipples and pumped up cock, and the tender smile Ryo received then felt so much overwhelming from love that when the drummer suddenly closed his lids to cry out his utter delight, Ryo surrendered to his utmost pleasure, too.
He collapsed on Ohkura's chest muttering something and panting hard, and the younger man's hand went on his nape, in a tender and very much obliged caress.
The lullaby of Ohkura's fingers on Ryo's tousled hair, had the latter closing his eyes as a counter effect.
Never had he felt so incredibly right and complete while having sex with someone. Making love, to tell the truth, with nobody but the guy he was laying on.
And he felt glad that among all things, they could overcome even his most feared terror, about the idea of tainting their love with sex.
No, he realized then, that was not. That would not be true for them.
Quite different it was, with sex being the ultimate sublimation of love instead.
"Hey... how was it?" Ohkura tweeted then, as if reading through his mind, still caressing his bangs. "How are you feeling, Ryochan?"
"In love," was how Ryo simply answered, with a contented sigh.
The drummer did not reply, but Ryo felt him hold his breath heavily under him, so he looked up. Ohkura was looking away, pursing his lips.
"Hey," Ryo blurted out. He shifted, to get by his side. His fingers gently pulled a few curly locks away from Ohkura's face, and he realized he was crying.
"... sappy... you're sappy, you moron..." the drummer sobbed in what should have been a reproachful tone, but Ryo saw new tears forming in the corner of those almond shaped eyes he adored, and he wiped one away with his thumb and leaned to kiss his mouth.
"Guess who's in fault for this," he sneered, helping his boyfriend to sit up and hold him tight.
The drummer hugged him back, still visibly moved and sobbing.
"But I'd say we're in the need for some other shower right now, what do you reckon, Tacchon?"
Ohkura repressed a giggle between the tears, and Ryo beamed in pure bliss.
**
When he'd woken up, a few hours after that, his boyfriend was still snoring peacefully in his arms. The dawn seemed to be creeping up between the paper doors, and he suddenly realized he needed to do something, and very quickly also.
The idea of leaving the warm nest in bed seemed awful, but thinking that their comfortable dozing off might have been soon interrupted by the serving of the breakfast was the least alluring idea ever.
When he was back, Ryo slid under the futon as carefully as he could, but he couldn't prevent Ohkura to open his lids when he passed his arms around his lover's waist again.
"... Ryoch’n?" his voice was groggy with sleep.
"Ssshht, go back to sleep. I'm here," Ryo reassured him, kissing his nape.
"... went pee? O’ mayb’ tryin’ to flee?"
"Moron," Ryo chuckled. "I went to make sure nobody's going to burst in too soon in here. The do not disturb sign the room was provided with, was quite of help, I have to say."
"I see..." Ohkura murmured, almost asleep again.
Ryo held him closer and whispered something else into his ear.
"We still haven't tested the benefits of all the different hot spring pools of this room, haven't we?"
Ohkura didn't reply immediately.
"... Ryoch’n?"
"Mmh?"
"I love you, you know?"
Ryo smiled.
Luckily, he knew.
*owari*
**
Thanks for reading and commenting!
As for me, I loved writing this ♥
I am sorry the posting got delayed for more than a week in the end, but I've been unexpectedly busy with things that I had not fore-planned... I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of the story, though ^O^
**
Title: No sex, we're TORN
Author: lalois
Fandom: Kanjani8
Pairings: RyOhkura
Rating: NC17 (nudity)
Length: two-shot
Words: 2574
Genre: romance, introspection, smut
Disclaimer: sadly I don’t own anything about Kanjani8, just my worship for my OTP.
Prompt:
Summary: They had set a weird rule on their relationship. But the onsen get in the way.
Written on: 14th - 16th February 2016. > First Part <
Also available on Ao3
**
Ryo didn't pull away from the make-out soon, and when he did he felt hot and dizzy all over his body and soul and plunged into the water again, back and forth, reaching out for the nearest rock on the edge of the pool.
Ohkura did affect the contents of his heart and his mind in a way he had not managed to grasp nor control yet.
Ohkura, whose chin was still submerged into the water and whose dark beautiful eyes were looking tenderly and straight at him, pursing the infamous pouty lips. He stood silent for a while, apparently enjoying the bath in the deepest corner of the pond, his eyes closed but for a quick check of Ryo's location every now and then.
"Thanks for bringing me here," Ryo murmured all of a sudden. "I owe you."
Ohkura slowly reached him beside his spot in the water, then gently put his palm on Ryo's forehead.
"Hey, are you really sure you're okay?"
Ryo made a face and took his hand, putting it back into the water with his own.
"Moron... I'm serious."
"So am I" Ohkura retorted. "I don't want you fainting from overheat exposure for sure. I have other plans for us, tonight," he nodded proudly.
Ryo giggles.
"Really? Do you still?"
"Sure. Can't you imagine?"
Ryo cocked his head to one side, rubbing his eyes again.
"I've made myself quite an idea, yeah..."
Ohkura looked intently at him.
"Don't you want us to go back enjoying sex also, Ryochan?"
Ryo held his breath.
Here they were, with the question they'd carefully avoided for the last thirty days.
"Hell if I don't want to," he blurted out then.
"Then why..."
"Why what?"
Ohkura shook his head.
"I don't know... You've been unusually quiet all this time. A doting boyfriend, even, and I'm far from complaining, of course. But I feel like..." he paused, unsure how to best say what he had in his mind without being too blunt. He sighed.
"I feel like you're keeping something from me, and it hurts, Ryochan. It hurts."
Ryo didn't let go of his hand, nor looked away.
The dim lights of the pool and the porch slowly decreased in intensity right away, leaving them in a cozy semi-darkness, and they both realized the resort was plunging into the middle of the night.
"I never meant to hurt you more than I already did," Ryo started out. "That was the last thing I'd ever wanted, after what we had to go through recently, you know..."
He paused, too, thinking quickly at how things could have been that different if only he had never gathered the guts to confess to Ohkura and go for it despite the latter having a girlfriend. In the end, it seemed like he had won the drummer's heart and doubts indeed, but they had had to start anew. Literally and physically speaking.
And that was something good, but rollercoaster-like also.
"If felt rather weird for me never giving in to the sexual impulse, Tatsu. Honestly. I wasn't even sure we would have made it in the end... more talking for myself maybe, but still... I promised you, and here we are, now."
He looked up to meet his favourite almond-shaped eyes ever, gazing at him only and especially, as if to make sure they were both in, once again.
"The weird thing is, it did also feel right at the same time, so right that I'm amazed at how good things turned out for us during the last month. Amazing, really.
The truth is that us dating, Ohkura, has brought to the surface a Ryo whose existence I wasn't even aware of myself. And this is a Ryo I finally like, could you even tell?!
And now... I don't know, I started feeling almost as if we could ruin everything through physical pleasure."
"Eh?" the drummer asked.
Ryo laughed nervously.
"Yeah, it's so stupid of me, right? I've always been so into sex... it's so stupid of me, so damn stupid and silly..."
Ohkura leaned in to peck him on the mouth. The drummer's lips felt like thermal and salty water, but Ryo licked his own lips nonetheless.
"We started out being horny all the time, not knowing what to do with the feelings. Throwing them away, even," Ryo commented.
"But we grew," Ohkura whispered. “We suffered. We drifted away, suffered again. And we learned. Isn't this the real proof we're now doing what's actually right for us?" the drummer went on with his low, deep voice.
"Then what if I don't know where to start anymore?" Ryo asked in a cracked voice. "You can laugh at me if you want... yeah…”
Ohkura chuckled softly.
"What about starting with looking at me in the eyes instead?" Ohkura asked. "Even though it seemed to me you did know quite well before, even before the shower we shared..."
When Ryo pulled back a little from him and looked up, he noticed that those beautiful dark orbs were gleaming and smiling to him only.
"Hey... All of you, Ryochan," the drummer told him. "It's good to know all of you. So please, don't restrain yourself from showing yourself with me anymore, from now on. Because I want to love you. I really do," he murmured, his gaze steady into Ryo's. “Can I?”
The older man nodded slowly, so Ohkura cupped both of Ryo’s cheeks and licked those alluring lips, gently and repeatedly. He suddenly felt Ryo's hands on his waist, in the water, and their kiss deepened slowly but firmly, together with the pulsation irradiating from the lower part of their abdomens.
His hands roamed in order to cup Ryo's butt fiercely, who growled hard in his mouth in response when his fingers found, tickled and caressed the cut between the buttcheeks he loved.
Ryo pushed him on the edge of the pool, against the bamboo-covered entry path among the rocks, kissing him hungrily, almost feverishly.
"I want you... I've wanted you so badly it aches…" Ohkura groaned in a low voice, doing nothing to hide his appreciation for Ryo nipping at his throat and collarbone.
Ohkura leaned back and threw out his arms to steady himself on his elbows out of the water, offering his lover an exquisite opportunity for aiming at his nipples at the same time.
Ryo shifted just slightly to have his mouth right at their level and sucked gently from each, having Ohkura moan aloud, his head tilted back and his Adam's apple showing off.
"Don't do this to me if you don't wanna make love to me right now, Ryochan… please don’t," he begged, his eyes closed.
"I never said I don't want to,” Ryo assured him in a hoarse, pleading voice, “I just… I panicked, I’m sorry…”
“I don’t think I can forgive you,” Ohkura panted between a few low cries, “if you don’t go back torturing my tits straight away… please,” he added, brushing his chest and stomach against Ryo’s body.
And Ryo obliged, ravishing the wet rosy skin with his mouth while stroking Ohkura’s hardness below the water’s edge, much to the latter’s groans of pleasure, until Ryo suddenly grabbed his ass and made his lover sit up on the edge of the pool, outside the steaming water.
He spread his legs to welcome Ryo’s ministrations, he arched his back to allow him kiss whenever part of his hickey-ed chest he preferred, and ended up shouting and laying back down completely, at a loss, when Ryo made him peak and savour the power of the ecstasy again, after such a long time.
Ohkura shivered openly, feeling hot and cold at the same time. He felt Ryo over him then, crouching to place a tender kiss on his forehead and then nuzzle his nose against his cheek.
“I’m sorry… “ Ryo repeated again, right before he actually picked him up in his arms, taking him carefully inside in the veranda.
“So shameful of me, I’d say instead…” the drummer faltered, though holding tight to Ryo in the meantime.
“What for?”
“Being carried around like a girl, when I'm just a fatass...” he groaned.
"There's honestly nothing shameful about you, Tatsu," Ryo objected. "You're my guy, and I'm carrying you inside, and that's all." He laid him down onto the mat beside the inner hot spring pool that made up most of the beautiful and wide veranda room.
Ohkura clung tightly to him, one arm around Ryo's neck and the other on his mate's growing bulge, kissing his neck frantically.
"Ryochan, we need you to cry too," he explained with a weak smile, turning the soft caresses of his fingers into way more audacious ones.
Ryo grunted softly over him, his breath turning into visible puffs of heat in the sticky air of the hot spring pool.
"Make love to me... Please, Ryochan..."
"You can recover, right?" Ryo asked him. His left hand went up into Ohkura's messy bangs, massaging the scalp and the short hair of his shaved temple that stung under Ryo's fingertips.
The drummer purred, closing his lids for a moment of bliss, then pulled Ryo abruptly down to him for a hungry kiss, rocking his hips up against Ryo's in a clear consent.
"Good," Ryo approved. "I need you hard, for I'll be going to ride you," he muttered on his lover's throat, who choked on his own panting but kept Ryo down with him. He let go of his hardness only to hold him close and thoroughly, and clenched his hips around his mate's to have their members crush painfully against each other's.
Ryo howled, and it didn't take long for the two of them to become aroused to the point of craving for even further, delicious friction blurring their mind away.
Ohkura gaped in awe when Ryo lowered himself on his length and started moving carefully around through slow, rhythmical and mesmerizing thrusts.
Ryo arched his back almost absentmindedly, rolling his head with his eyes closed in deep concentration, to savour the feeling of upcoming completeness, of joining hot flesh that had meant so much for him even when he didn't know how much he actually loved the guy.
"Missed you..." he croaked in a hoarse voice, his palms tightening on his lover's belly and hips. The drummer replied with his mouth agape and a sensual chanting trough his deepest voice.
"You're so tight, Ryochan..." he cried softly under him, his whole body stirring from growing pleasure. “So beautiful…”
Ryo smirked and straddled him proudly, the sensation of Ohkura's fingers tickling and gripping on his forearms giving him the goose bumps, making him shiver despite the hot temperature and the humidity of the room itself, despite sweat drops landing large and thick on Ohkura's already wet body.
Ryo's pace fastened on the voluptuous hips, but the drummer had long lost any reason for keeping a mask of dignity and gave in to several high-pitched moans; the cutest of it resembled the small cry Ryo suddenly remembered having heard from him the very first time he had spotted boy Ohkura whining alone in a corner, because he wanted so badly the chance of standing on the front of the stage like his other band mates did. Ryo smiled at the thought, for that very same time he had promised to such a young Ohkura that one day he'd have made it, and he'd have been by his side for sure.
Ryo opened his lids.
He could swear that the mere vision of his lover surrendering to his soaring movements, with his arms both sprawled on the mat over him and the tempting curly wet bangs scattered around his head like a glorious aura, would have been enough to make him come straight away. But the truth was, Ohkura was also keeping his almost orgasm-blurred gaze on him, on his thin naked frame and protruding nipples and pumped up cock, and the tender smile Ryo received then felt so much overwhelming from love that when the drummer suddenly closed his lids to cry out his utter delight, Ryo surrendered to his utmost pleasure, too.
He collapsed on Ohkura's chest muttering something and panting hard, and the younger man's hand went on his nape, in a tender and very much obliged caress.
The lullaby of Ohkura's fingers on Ryo's tousled hair, had the latter closing his eyes as a counter effect.
Never had he felt so incredibly right and complete while having sex with someone. Making love, to tell the truth, with nobody but the guy he was laying on.
And he felt glad that among all things, they could overcome even his most feared terror, about the idea of tainting their love with sex.
No, he realized then, that was not. That would not be true for them.
Quite different it was, with sex being the ultimate sublimation of love instead.
"Hey... how was it?" Ohkura tweeted then, as if reading through his mind, still caressing his bangs. "How are you feeling, Ryochan?"
"In love," was how Ryo simply answered, with a contented sigh.
The drummer did not reply, but Ryo felt him hold his breath heavily under him, so he looked up. Ohkura was looking away, pursing his lips.
"Hey," Ryo blurted out. He shifted, to get by his side. His fingers gently pulled a few curly locks away from Ohkura's face, and he realized he was crying.
"... sappy... you're sappy, you moron..." the drummer sobbed in what should have been a reproachful tone, but Ryo saw new tears forming in the corner of those almond shaped eyes he adored, and he wiped one away with his thumb and leaned to kiss his mouth.
"Guess who's in fault for this," he sneered, helping his boyfriend to sit up and hold him tight.
The drummer hugged him back, still visibly moved and sobbing.
"But I'd say we're in the need for some other shower right now, what do you reckon, Tacchon?"
Ohkura repressed a giggle between the tears, and Ryo beamed in pure bliss.
**
When he'd woken up, a few hours after that, his boyfriend was still snoring peacefully in his arms. The dawn seemed to be creeping up between the paper doors, and he suddenly realized he needed to do something, and very quickly also.
The idea of leaving the warm nest in bed seemed awful, but thinking that their comfortable dozing off might have been soon interrupted by the serving of the breakfast was the least alluring idea ever.
When he was back, Ryo slid under the futon as carefully as he could, but he couldn't prevent Ohkura to open his lids when he passed his arms around his lover's waist again.
"... Ryoch’n?" his voice was groggy with sleep.
"Ssshht, go back to sleep. I'm here," Ryo reassured him, kissing his nape.
"... went pee? O’ mayb’ tryin’ to flee?"
"Moron," Ryo chuckled. "I went to make sure nobody's going to burst in too soon in here. The do not disturb sign the room was provided with, was quite of help, I have to say."
"I see..." Ohkura murmured, almost asleep again.
Ryo held him closer and whispered something else into his ear.
"We still haven't tested the benefits of all the different hot spring pools of this room, haven't we?"
Ohkura didn't reply immediately.
"... Ryoch’n?"
"Mmh?"
"I love you, you know?"
Ryo smiled.
Luckily, he knew.
*owari*
**
Thanks for reading and commenting!
As for me, I loved writing this ♥