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He didn’t know why he indulged Miroku, why he gave the younger boy what he wanted time and time again. Just that every time he did so, his own sick desires would grow. Seeing Miroku spread out beneath him, it had plagued his mind for the last couple of weeks and now he was going to take his payment.
"Take off your shirt," Ryu ordered. He let his hand slide away from Miroku’s mouth, kissing up the other’s stomach to his chest as he tugged the shirt off. His tongue was lazily circling a nipple when he removed his hand from Miroku’s cock, running a finger lightly over his balls as he listened to the other whimper for more. "But you know this already, don’t you? What else are you always moaning for? Oh yes, that’s right."
Arching his neck so that he could lazily nip at the underside of Miroku’s chin, he drew a finger across Miroku’s opening before pushing the finger in roughly; delighting in the taller’s choked moan. "You like this, don’t you? You like thinking that you make me lose control. So much that I can’t stop from hurting you," he mumbled, drawing hot, hot, wet kisses along Miroku’s jaw up to his ear as he pushed two more fingers in.
Miroku shuddered and squirmed. But that wasn’t the best part. The best part was the continuous whimpers for more tumbling out of his mouth. The best part was how he kept on spreading his legs and pushing down on Ryu’s fingers desperately trying to impale himself further.
Ryu ran his tongue over Miroku’s mouth, smiling when the other’s tongue came out to meet his. Tongues hot and wet and red in the cold air, just swirling and sparring and desire. Eventually Ryu pulled back and held his free hand to Miroku’s mouth. He didn’t wait for Miroku to let them in, instead shoved them in the other’s mouth like it, along with everything else of Miroku’s, belonged to him. (Which it did.)
"Coat them well," Ryu advised, "is the only that’ll prevent you from being fucked dry."
Miroku moaned around those fingers, sucking them eagerly into his mouth. His tongue dipped in between them, ran lovingly along the pads until Ryu pulled both hands out of him at the same time. He cried out then, one hand going to Ryu’s leg. The other boy’s pants hand been pulled down as well and his erection up proudly. Miroku had never seen Ryu like this before, was mesmerized as he watched Ryu’s damp hand wrap around himself. He listened to Ryu’s sharp inhale as he stroked the saliva over his cock.
"Pay attention," came Ryu’s voice, long fingers digging into his thighs and pulling his legs apart roughly, one leg going up over Ryu’s shoulder. "You’ll remember this for the rest of your life. You’ll probably masturbate to this later. You’re a virgin but you’re fucking insatiable."
"Yes," was all Miroku got out. Was all out he got out because suddenly Ryu thrust into him all at once and Miroku screamed then.
There was fire going through him at the sudden pain and he felt his shoulders jerk with a sob. Heavy breathing and just Ryu lips at his ear, tongue gently curving the outline. It calmed him down and made him see the beauty of the situation.
"Ryu," he whispered, turning his head so that his nose could bury itself in the other’s red hair. A shade startlingly similar to his own.
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