The Benefits of Waiting
An early Christmas gift for kozisakurai and desertapple. It's not the best caliber of writing and I haven't edited it as much as I should, but I hope you like it anyway.
Title: The Benefits of Waiting
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairing: Asagi x Ruiza
Genre: AU, romance, smut
Warning: Contains sexual content, Asagi with pink hair, some PDA
Disclaimer: Asagi and Ruiza do not belong to me. The storyline, the writing, and the idea are mine.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: For weeks, Asagi and Ruiza have resisted the sexual tension growing between them. Everything changes when Ruiza invites Asagi to his apartment to have a drink.
Author's Comment: Last week, I found this tucked away in a folder for a fic I stopped writing. I'd started this story last year and had everything but the sex scene done. I wrote the sex scene on the plane to Europe, probably scarring my seatmate for life. Then just had to do some editing.
Ruiza turned to face Asagi. “I’m going this way,” he said, indicating the turnstile he needed to go through. There was no need for him to say it. Asagi knew which direction Ruiza went from this station. He knew several different ways to get to the blonde’s apartment. He could probably sleepwalk there since he’d been to the building so many times.
“I know.” Asagi brushed his bangs back. Looking at the pink locks reminded him that he needed to dye his hair back to black soon. The color was too distinctive while working for his current boss and assisting Ruiza with undercover police work. Sooner or later, someone would recognize him. The last thing Asagi needed was for his boss to know that he was helping the police and for Ruiza to know that he was on the wrong side.
“So I guess you’re going home then?” Why had this become so awkward all of a sudden?
Ruiza glanced at the turnstile then at Asagi. He was obviously reluctant to leave. “I… I guess. You’re going back to your place?”
Asagi studied Ruiza. “I thought I was.”
They weren’t naïve. They’d noticed-and felt-the sexual tension growing between them. It was only natural after weeks of seeing each other in revealing outfits, huddling close to each other for warmth when it was cold, and sometimes staying together. There were even nights where they were so tired that they’d fall asleep in each other’s arms, legs intertwined when they woke up. There were many days where Asagi thought about kissing Ruiza. Other days he thought about shoving Ruiza up against the nearest wall and kissing him until neither of them could breathe. Pull back to breathe for as long as he could bear, then draw the blonde back into another kiss. Through some superhuman effort he always resisted. He and Ruiza were friends, partners.
Friendship wasn’t the main reason for Asagi’s hesitation. It was their occupations. Ruiza was a police officer. Asagi was the enemy. The blonde had no idea that his best friend was yakuza. If they started a relationship and Ruiza found out what Asagi was, everything would go to hell.
Ruiza nervously toyed with the zipper of his black leather jacket. “Um… do you want to come to my apartment and have a drink?”
Asagi took a step closer to him. “A drink?” He knew they’d reached a fork in the road of their lives. If they remained friends with sexual tension, something would eventually happen. He knew that. Yet, if he accepted Ruiza’s offer, they would never be able to return to that in-between zone. Declining would either hurt Ruiza’s feelings or delay the inevitable.
Logic told him he should say no. The logical part of him was usually right, but Asagi wasn’t in the mood to listen to logic right now.
“I’d like that.” Maybe this was a mistake but things couldn’t continue like this.
Ruiza smiled. “Let’s go then.” He swiped his Suica card then stepped through the turnstile. He waited for Asagi then headed up the stairs. They’d missed the train but another would be arriving in about five minutes. They found a space to wait on the platform, shifting closer to each other since it was cold and windy. At least the platform wasn’t crowded. There weren’t too many people here at this time. A relief for both of them. Even though it was expensive, they always took a taxi home after investigating when the stations were crowded. There was only so much that either of them could do against perverts with wandering hands. Ruiza whipped his badge out and threatened to arrest the bastard while Asagi gave them his best death glare.
He glanced over as Ruiza started bouncing in place for warmth. “It’s freezing,” the blonde complained. He pouted as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets.
Ruiza was right; the station was cold tonight. Asagi reached for him, pulling him closer so they could share warmth. “You should wear a longer coat. You don’t have enough fat on you to stay warm when it’s cold out.”
Ruiza laughed. “Or bring a bag so I can put a pair of sweatpants in there.” He brushed his hair out of his face then looked up at Asagi. He felt this pull tugging him towards Ruiza. Before he knew it, he was cupping the blonde’s face and kissing him. He didn’t care that there were other people here, that he was now the target of whispers and scandalized gasps. All that mattered was Ruiza and how good it felt to finally taste his lips. Asagi felt the blonde tense in surprise and then he reached up to bury his fingers in the other man’s pink hair, playfully tugging it as he kissed him back. Asagi didn’t let the kiss last much longer, reluctantly pulling away. They shouldn’t kiss in public places. They needed to wait until they were at Ruiza’s apartment.
“Sorry, we should wait,” Asagi said softly. He smiled as he saw Ruiza pouting again. “Although you make it difficult.”
“So do you.” Ruiza leaned against his side and laid his head on Asagi’s shoulder. “That old lady in that awful red coat just gave me a disgusted look.”
Asagi glanced at the old woman in question. She was definitely glaring at them, looking especially displeased by their tiny shorts. Asagi’s long, pink hair was another target for her disdain. He smiled sweetly at her then laid his hand on Ruiza’s exposed thigh. She could glare all she wanted to. Her opinion didn’t matter to him.
A rumbling sound caught his attention. Asagi looked away from the woman to see their train approaching the station. “The train is coming.”
“It is?” Ruiza took the hand on his thigh and laced their fingers together. “It doesn’t look too crowded. We’ll be able to sit next to each other.”
“Without having to worry about being felt up by every perverted salaryman with a pulse,” Asagi muttered. Ruiza’s idea about a bag and long pants was tempting. He could quickly cover up his legs and not have to worry about being groped on the train.
Ruiza laughed again. “Next time we’ll bring other clothes.” He kissed Asagi’s cheek then pulled him to the train. They got seats in the back then sat down, still hand in hand. Neither was willing to let go just yet. They were embracing the moment. Asagi gave Ruiza’s hand a gentle squeeze. Even though he knew this would probably end poorly, he didn’t care. He’d live in the moment and enjoy what was happening.
* * *
Although difficult, Asagi had done his best not to touch or kiss Ruiza again while they were in public. He had to wait until they were alone. Alone in Ruiza’s apartment with the door securely locked behind him. The elevator was testing his patience though. They were alone, no one had entered the elevator for the last five floors, and they would have enough time to break apart if someone did want to get on. He glanced over at Ruiza who had his phone out and typing. Probably telling Hide-Zou about the investigation.
Asagi’s fingers itched to brush Ruiza’s hair back. To turn the blonde’s face up and kiss him. Or let his hands wander those smooth thighs that begged to be touched. He glanced at Ruiza’s legs then forced himself to look away. Asagi could control himself until they were in the apartment. Then, self-control and logic could go to hell for all he cared.
Once Ruiza had finished he tucked his phone back into his jacket pocket and turned towards Asagi. He looked like he was about to say something then paused, looking amused.
“What?”
Ruiza smirked. “You look like you’re about to jump me.”
Asagi stepped closer. “Do I?” It was sorely tempting.
“You do.” Ruiza’s smirk widened as he took a step back. “Why don’t you just take what you want?”
Asagi decided to throw his self-control out the window then and there. He pushed Ruiza up against the elevator wall and started kissing him. The blonde’s chuckle was muffled against his lips as he reached up to bury his fingers in Asagi’s hair again, parting his lips in an invitation for more. Asagi took the invitation as he unzipped Ruiza’s jacket, fingers running over his exposed stomach. The other man shivered and tightened his grip on Asagi’s hair as their tongues brushed. He’d fantasized about kissing Ruiza like this but doing it to the real thing was amazing. Asagi held him against the wall as he explored Ruiza’s mouth with his tongue, hands dropping down to those soft, smooth thighs and caressing them. Ruiza broke the kiss first when he needed to breathe. As soon as he’d caught his breath he pulled Asagi back down for another passionate kiss. They were so caught up in each other that they failed to hear the elevator stopping.
“Ah!” a gasp caught Asagi’s attention and he looked back, blushing as he saw a woman standing in the doorway. She blushed as she saw them then backed up. “Never mind. I’ll wait.”
The elevator doors closed again before the pair had time to react. They looked at each other and burst out laughing. “I guess we should try to control ourselves,” Ruiza said, still chuckling as he laid his hands on Asagi’s chest and pushed him back. That urge to shove him back up against the wall and continue where he’d left off was tempting… but Asagi restrained himself. They really needed to wait until they were back in the apartment. He forced himself to take several steps away from Ruiza so that he could no longer touch him. It wasn’t pleasant but this way he’d be able to control himself. Having the blonde in touching distance made it impossible to avoid his thighs and unbuttoned shirt.
Ruiza took his keys out of his jacket pocket as the elevator opened next. “Now we can be alone.” He cast a suggestive smirk over his shoulder then stepped outside. Asagi followed him down the hall to his apartment door. While Ruiza fumbled with his keys, Asagi distracted him by running his hands over every inch of skin he could touch. Finally he got the door unlocked and stepped inside. Asagi followed him and immediately had Ruiza in his arms, kissing him fiercely as he kicked the door shut behind them. They started fumbling with each other’s clothing as they kissed. Jackets fell to the floor, the removal of shirts broke the kiss, and boots were kicked off. Shorts and fishnets went next as they stumbled to the bedroom.
Asagi pushed Ruiza onto the bed. He looked so beautiful laid out beneath him like this. The pink-haired man moved onto the mattress to join him, kissing Ruiza gently as he settled between the blonde’s legs. Ruiza stroked his arms and kissed him back. He surprised Asagi by breaking the kiss early, shifting to press his lips to his neck. Asagi relaxed at the touch. He loved having his neck kissed.
“Knew you’d like this, you vampire,” Ruiza whispered against his skin. He chuckled softly as he playfully bit Asagi’s neck.
“Of course,” he sighed. He started stroking Ruiza’s thighs, feeling the blonde shiver beneath him. Sensitive thighs? He’d remember that. Asagi moved down Ruiza’s body to kiss those soft thighs. The blonde let out a soft, purring sigh as he ran his fingers over Asagi’s back.
“Mm… keep going.”
Asagi stroked Ruiza’s legs as he kept kissing his thighs. Playfully, he bit the inside of his thighs before looking up at him. “Where’s your lube?” he sat up between Ruiza’s legs to look down at the beautiful man beneath him. Ruiza was flushed, obvious erection showing through the thin cloth of his underwear.
“Here.” Ruiza rolled over and leaned over the bed. He opened the bedside table drawer, pulling out a tube of lube. Asagi blinked when he saw that the lube was strawberry flavored. Why did he-no, it was best not to ask. Asagi didn’t really want to know why his lover owned flavored lube. He probably had flavored condoms as well. Chocolate flavored, knowing him.
A disturbing thought.
Asagi set the lube aside so he could remove their last layer of clothing. “Condoms?” he prompted, glancing up to see Ruiza wrinkling his nose.
“Don’t use one tonight. I want to feel you inside me.”
Asagi froze. “What?” Sex without a condom was so intimate, so trusting. It seemed too soon for that tonight. This was the first time that he and Ruiza had ever had sex. “Are you sure…?”
“I’m sure. We’ve been to onsens together so I have seen you naked before. I know that both of us are clean. Now are you going to fuck me or not?” Ruiza complained. He shifted impatiently on the bed.
Asagi snorted then leaned down to kiss Ruiza. So demanding already.
In response, he rolled his hips against the blonde, both groaning as their cocks touched. He kissed Ruiza again, playfully biting his lower lip as he uncapped the lube. Asagi slid down the blonde’s body, planting kisses down his chest and stomach. He kissed Ruiza’s soft thighs as he uncapped the lube, squeezing it out onto his fingers. The lube was pink and smelled like strawberries. Curious, Asagi pressed a finger to his tongue to taste it. Well. It certainly tasted like a strawberry.
“Asagi,” Ruiza hissed. “Get that finger out of your mouth and inside me.”
The pink-haired man glanced up. He smiled sweetly at Ruiza then slowly licked up the length of his finger. Ruiza glared at him. Asagi smirked then dropped his hand between Ruiza’s legs. He teased his inner thighs with a slick finger before finally thrusting the digit into him. He glanced up to see Ruiza’s eyes closing, lips parting with a pleasured moan. He looked so beautiful like this. Asagi continued to watch Ruiza’s face as he explored his body, gently stretching his new lover. Ruiza felt tight so it had been a while since a lover had last entered him. Asagi added a second finger, thrusting deep inside Ruiza’s body and angling his wrist experimentally. Ruiza groaned and reached for him. Asagi moved back up Ruiza’s body to kiss him again. Ruiza buried his fingers in Asagi’s pink hair, moans muffled by the intensity of their kiss. Asagi nipped Ruiza’s lip as he scissored the fingers. He angled his wrist again, making Ruiza gasp in pleasure.
“Fuck,” the blonde gasped, voice breathy as he rocked back against Asagi’s fingers. “Mm… yeah…” his eyes fluttered shut and he moaned louder as Asagi continued to press his fingers into Ruiza’s prostate. A third finger entered him, and Asagi drew back from the blonde’s lips to watch his pleasured expression. This was the part of sex he always found incredible. To know that he was the one who caused his partner’s looks of ecstasy.
Ruiza whined in displeasure when Asagi pulled his fingers back. He was so hard he couldn’t possibly wait anymore and Ruiza was in a similar state. Asagi picked up the lube again, squeezing it into his palm. He groaned as he rubbed his hand over his aching erection. Dimly, there was some distaste at the thought of how he’d now smell like strawberries, but he didn’t care.
Asagi grasped Ruiza’s hips. “Are you ready?”
The blonde nodded frantically. “Yes!”
Asagi tightened his grip on Ruiza’s hips as he aligned himself with his entrance. Slowly he entered the tight heat, groaning in pleasure. Fuck, Ruiza felt so good around him. Asagi forced his eyes to remain open so he could watch Ruiza’s expression as he entered him. Their eyes locked, both moaning as Ruiza arched into him, welcoming Asagi into his body. His fingers reached up to tangle in the other man’s long, pink hair.
“You’re… mm… so tight still.”
Ruiza managed a breathy chuckle. “Been a while.”
Asagi dropped his head onto Ruiza’s shoulder. His nails dug into the blonde’s hips as he held still, knowing his lover needed to adjust to him.
Ruiza pulled his head up for a kiss. It started gentle but soon became rough and passionate with teeth and tongue. “Move,” Ruiza breathed against his lips.
Asagi obeyed. He drew out of Ruiza then thrust back into him. He set a slow pace at first, which the blonde matched with his own gentle hip rolls, before starting to move faster. Harder. Their lips met in another passionate kiss, groaning into each other’s mouths or gasping for breath against each other. Ruiza broke the kiss and clutched Asagi’s shoulders.
“Mm… Asagi…” his name quickly became a breathy mantra. Asagi kissed Ruiza’s neck, playfully biting the skin. He wanted to leave at least one mark to show that Ruiza was his now.
“Ah…” the blonde groaned and hooked his slim legs around Asagi’s hips. He arched into the other man with a cry of pleasure as his prostate was struck. “Asagi!” he cried out his name, clenching around him. Asagi shivered in pleasure at the sensation.
“Rui,” he groaned, tightening his grip on his lover’s hips as he continued to thrust into that spot. When he felt Ruiza trembling, he moved one hand off Ruiza’s hip to wrap around his cock. Asagi caressed him in time to his thrusts, glancing up again. Ruiza’s eyes were hazy, lips parting to release a steady stream of moans and his expression was one of pure bliss. Asagi loved being able to see a lover’s face during the heat of a moment. He wanted to see their pleasure, watch their expression as they climaxed.
“Asa,” Ruiza arched into him, head pressing back against the pillow. “Fuck… mm…” Precum brushed against Asagi’s fingers as the blonde shivered. He was so close. Asagi increased the tempo of his thrusts, pumping Ruiza’s weeping cock at a faster pace. He could feel Ruiza teetering on the edge of an orgasm, and judging by the feeling coiling in his stomach, knew he wasn’t going to last much longer either.
“A-Asagi!” Ruiza’s back arched as he came with a cry of pure pleasure. His orgasm spilled over Asagi’s hands, making him groan as the blonde tightened around him. Ruiza slumped against the pillows. His eyes closed as he panted beneath Asagi. The pink-haired man gripped his lover’s hips again, eyes closing and head bowing as he welcomed his own release.
Asagi slumped back against the pillows, feeling dazed. That… was probably the best sex he’d ever had. He wrapped his arms around Ruiza and pulled him down to hold him, nuzzling his hair. They were both sweaty and out of breath. “So worth the wait,” he whispered as he kissed Ruiza’s hair. He’d always found that waiting to have sex with someone he wanted was better. The anticipation built, and by the time they did have sex they were so desperate for each other it made everything better. This was a perfect example of how well that worked.
Ruiza laughed softly then shifted so he could kiss Asagi. “Definitely,” he murmured. He flashed the other a tired smile then snuggled up to his side. He ran his fingers through Asagi’s pink hair, lightly tugging it. “We should have done this earlier.”
It was true… they should have. But they’d done it now. And Asagi would gladly have sex with Ruiza again. He just smiled in response then turned Ruiza’s face up so he could kiss him. Starting a relationship with Ruiza might end up being a mistake given their opposing employment but Asagi didn’t want to throw away a chance at happiness because of their jobs.
Only time would tell whether this would end in disaster or joy.
Notes
1) A Suica card is basically a credit card that you use for the trains. You put money onto the card and just swipe your card at the turnstiles instead of always having to have change for tickets. They're very handy!
2) I have one more Asagi x Ruiza fic from this storyline. It has a PG or PG-13 rating and I have to rewrite the last half of it. That shouldn't be too difficult though.
3) I was into this world a lot last year so I can't remember all the fine details about their backgrounds now.
Title: The Benefits of Waiting
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairing: Asagi x Ruiza
Genre: AU, romance, smut
Warning: Contains sexual content, Asagi with pink hair, some PDA
Disclaimer: Asagi and Ruiza do not belong to me. The storyline, the writing, and the idea are mine.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: For weeks, Asagi and Ruiza have resisted the sexual tension growing between them. Everything changes when Ruiza invites Asagi to his apartment to have a drink.
Author's Comment: Last week, I found this tucked away in a folder for a fic I stopped writing. I'd started this story last year and had everything but the sex scene done. I wrote the sex scene on the plane to Europe, probably scarring my seatmate for life. Then just had to do some editing.
Ruiza turned to face Asagi. “I’m going this way,” he said, indicating the turnstile he needed to go through. There was no need for him to say it. Asagi knew which direction Ruiza went from this station. He knew several different ways to get to the blonde’s apartment. He could probably sleepwalk there since he’d been to the building so many times.
“I know.” Asagi brushed his bangs back. Looking at the pink locks reminded him that he needed to dye his hair back to black soon. The color was too distinctive while working for his current boss and assisting Ruiza with undercover police work. Sooner or later, someone would recognize him. The last thing Asagi needed was for his boss to know that he was helping the police and for Ruiza to know that he was on the wrong side.
“So I guess you’re going home then?” Why had this become so awkward all of a sudden?
Ruiza glanced at the turnstile then at Asagi. He was obviously reluctant to leave. “I… I guess. You’re going back to your place?”
Asagi studied Ruiza. “I thought I was.”
They weren’t naïve. They’d noticed-and felt-the sexual tension growing between them. It was only natural after weeks of seeing each other in revealing outfits, huddling close to each other for warmth when it was cold, and sometimes staying together. There were even nights where they were so tired that they’d fall asleep in each other’s arms, legs intertwined when they woke up. There were many days where Asagi thought about kissing Ruiza. Other days he thought about shoving Ruiza up against the nearest wall and kissing him until neither of them could breathe. Pull back to breathe for as long as he could bear, then draw the blonde back into another kiss. Through some superhuman effort he always resisted. He and Ruiza were friends, partners.
Friendship wasn’t the main reason for Asagi’s hesitation. It was their occupations. Ruiza was a police officer. Asagi was the enemy. The blonde had no idea that his best friend was yakuza. If they started a relationship and Ruiza found out what Asagi was, everything would go to hell.
Ruiza nervously toyed with the zipper of his black leather jacket. “Um… do you want to come to my apartment and have a drink?”
Asagi took a step closer to him. “A drink?” He knew they’d reached a fork in the road of their lives. If they remained friends with sexual tension, something would eventually happen. He knew that. Yet, if he accepted Ruiza’s offer, they would never be able to return to that in-between zone. Declining would either hurt Ruiza’s feelings or delay the inevitable.
Logic told him he should say no. The logical part of him was usually right, but Asagi wasn’t in the mood to listen to logic right now.
“I’d like that.” Maybe this was a mistake but things couldn’t continue like this.
Ruiza smiled. “Let’s go then.” He swiped his Suica card then stepped through the turnstile. He waited for Asagi then headed up the stairs. They’d missed the train but another would be arriving in about five minutes. They found a space to wait on the platform, shifting closer to each other since it was cold and windy. At least the platform wasn’t crowded. There weren’t too many people here at this time. A relief for both of them. Even though it was expensive, they always took a taxi home after investigating when the stations were crowded. There was only so much that either of them could do against perverts with wandering hands. Ruiza whipped his badge out and threatened to arrest the bastard while Asagi gave them his best death glare.
He glanced over as Ruiza started bouncing in place for warmth. “It’s freezing,” the blonde complained. He pouted as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets.
Ruiza was right; the station was cold tonight. Asagi reached for him, pulling him closer so they could share warmth. “You should wear a longer coat. You don’t have enough fat on you to stay warm when it’s cold out.”
Ruiza laughed. “Or bring a bag so I can put a pair of sweatpants in there.” He brushed his hair out of his face then looked up at Asagi. He felt this pull tugging him towards Ruiza. Before he knew it, he was cupping the blonde’s face and kissing him. He didn’t care that there were other people here, that he was now the target of whispers and scandalized gasps. All that mattered was Ruiza and how good it felt to finally taste his lips. Asagi felt the blonde tense in surprise and then he reached up to bury his fingers in the other man’s pink hair, playfully tugging it as he kissed him back. Asagi didn’t let the kiss last much longer, reluctantly pulling away. They shouldn’t kiss in public places. They needed to wait until they were at Ruiza’s apartment.
“Sorry, we should wait,” Asagi said softly. He smiled as he saw Ruiza pouting again. “Although you make it difficult.”
“So do you.” Ruiza leaned against his side and laid his head on Asagi’s shoulder. “That old lady in that awful red coat just gave me a disgusted look.”
Asagi glanced at the old woman in question. She was definitely glaring at them, looking especially displeased by their tiny shorts. Asagi’s long, pink hair was another target for her disdain. He smiled sweetly at her then laid his hand on Ruiza’s exposed thigh. She could glare all she wanted to. Her opinion didn’t matter to him.
A rumbling sound caught his attention. Asagi looked away from the woman to see their train approaching the station. “The train is coming.”
“It is?” Ruiza took the hand on his thigh and laced their fingers together. “It doesn’t look too crowded. We’ll be able to sit next to each other.”
“Without having to worry about being felt up by every perverted salaryman with a pulse,” Asagi muttered. Ruiza’s idea about a bag and long pants was tempting. He could quickly cover up his legs and not have to worry about being groped on the train.
Ruiza laughed again. “Next time we’ll bring other clothes.” He kissed Asagi’s cheek then pulled him to the train. They got seats in the back then sat down, still hand in hand. Neither was willing to let go just yet. They were embracing the moment. Asagi gave Ruiza’s hand a gentle squeeze. Even though he knew this would probably end poorly, he didn’t care. He’d live in the moment and enjoy what was happening.
* * *
Although difficult, Asagi had done his best not to touch or kiss Ruiza again while they were in public. He had to wait until they were alone. Alone in Ruiza’s apartment with the door securely locked behind him. The elevator was testing his patience though. They were alone, no one had entered the elevator for the last five floors, and they would have enough time to break apart if someone did want to get on. He glanced over at Ruiza who had his phone out and typing. Probably telling Hide-Zou about the investigation.
Asagi’s fingers itched to brush Ruiza’s hair back. To turn the blonde’s face up and kiss him. Or let his hands wander those smooth thighs that begged to be touched. He glanced at Ruiza’s legs then forced himself to look away. Asagi could control himself until they were in the apartment. Then, self-control and logic could go to hell for all he cared.
Once Ruiza had finished he tucked his phone back into his jacket pocket and turned towards Asagi. He looked like he was about to say something then paused, looking amused.
“What?”
Ruiza smirked. “You look like you’re about to jump me.”
Asagi stepped closer. “Do I?” It was sorely tempting.
“You do.” Ruiza’s smirk widened as he took a step back. “Why don’t you just take what you want?”
Asagi decided to throw his self-control out the window then and there. He pushed Ruiza up against the elevator wall and started kissing him. The blonde’s chuckle was muffled against his lips as he reached up to bury his fingers in Asagi’s hair again, parting his lips in an invitation for more. Asagi took the invitation as he unzipped Ruiza’s jacket, fingers running over his exposed stomach. The other man shivered and tightened his grip on Asagi’s hair as their tongues brushed. He’d fantasized about kissing Ruiza like this but doing it to the real thing was amazing. Asagi held him against the wall as he explored Ruiza’s mouth with his tongue, hands dropping down to those soft, smooth thighs and caressing them. Ruiza broke the kiss first when he needed to breathe. As soon as he’d caught his breath he pulled Asagi back down for another passionate kiss. They were so caught up in each other that they failed to hear the elevator stopping.
“Ah!” a gasp caught Asagi’s attention and he looked back, blushing as he saw a woman standing in the doorway. She blushed as she saw them then backed up. “Never mind. I’ll wait.”
The elevator doors closed again before the pair had time to react. They looked at each other and burst out laughing. “I guess we should try to control ourselves,” Ruiza said, still chuckling as he laid his hands on Asagi’s chest and pushed him back. That urge to shove him back up against the wall and continue where he’d left off was tempting… but Asagi restrained himself. They really needed to wait until they were back in the apartment. He forced himself to take several steps away from Ruiza so that he could no longer touch him. It wasn’t pleasant but this way he’d be able to control himself. Having the blonde in touching distance made it impossible to avoid his thighs and unbuttoned shirt.
Ruiza took his keys out of his jacket pocket as the elevator opened next. “Now we can be alone.” He cast a suggestive smirk over his shoulder then stepped outside. Asagi followed him down the hall to his apartment door. While Ruiza fumbled with his keys, Asagi distracted him by running his hands over every inch of skin he could touch. Finally he got the door unlocked and stepped inside. Asagi followed him and immediately had Ruiza in his arms, kissing him fiercely as he kicked the door shut behind them. They started fumbling with each other’s clothing as they kissed. Jackets fell to the floor, the removal of shirts broke the kiss, and boots were kicked off. Shorts and fishnets went next as they stumbled to the bedroom.
Asagi pushed Ruiza onto the bed. He looked so beautiful laid out beneath him like this. The pink-haired man moved onto the mattress to join him, kissing Ruiza gently as he settled between the blonde’s legs. Ruiza stroked his arms and kissed him back. He surprised Asagi by breaking the kiss early, shifting to press his lips to his neck. Asagi relaxed at the touch. He loved having his neck kissed.
“Knew you’d like this, you vampire,” Ruiza whispered against his skin. He chuckled softly as he playfully bit Asagi’s neck.
“Of course,” he sighed. He started stroking Ruiza’s thighs, feeling the blonde shiver beneath him. Sensitive thighs? He’d remember that. Asagi moved down Ruiza’s body to kiss those soft thighs. The blonde let out a soft, purring sigh as he ran his fingers over Asagi’s back.
“Mm… keep going.”
Asagi stroked Ruiza’s legs as he kept kissing his thighs. Playfully, he bit the inside of his thighs before looking up at him. “Where’s your lube?” he sat up between Ruiza’s legs to look down at the beautiful man beneath him. Ruiza was flushed, obvious erection showing through the thin cloth of his underwear.
“Here.” Ruiza rolled over and leaned over the bed. He opened the bedside table drawer, pulling out a tube of lube. Asagi blinked when he saw that the lube was strawberry flavored. Why did he-no, it was best not to ask. Asagi didn’t really want to know why his lover owned flavored lube. He probably had flavored condoms as well. Chocolate flavored, knowing him.
A disturbing thought.
Asagi set the lube aside so he could remove their last layer of clothing. “Condoms?” he prompted, glancing up to see Ruiza wrinkling his nose.
“Don’t use one tonight. I want to feel you inside me.”
Asagi froze. “What?” Sex without a condom was so intimate, so trusting. It seemed too soon for that tonight. This was the first time that he and Ruiza had ever had sex. “Are you sure…?”
“I’m sure. We’ve been to onsens together so I have seen you naked before. I know that both of us are clean. Now are you going to fuck me or not?” Ruiza complained. He shifted impatiently on the bed.
Asagi snorted then leaned down to kiss Ruiza. So demanding already.
In response, he rolled his hips against the blonde, both groaning as their cocks touched. He kissed Ruiza again, playfully biting his lower lip as he uncapped the lube. Asagi slid down the blonde’s body, planting kisses down his chest and stomach. He kissed Ruiza’s soft thighs as he uncapped the lube, squeezing it out onto his fingers. The lube was pink and smelled like strawberries. Curious, Asagi pressed a finger to his tongue to taste it. Well. It certainly tasted like a strawberry.
“Asagi,” Ruiza hissed. “Get that finger out of your mouth and inside me.”
The pink-haired man glanced up. He smiled sweetly at Ruiza then slowly licked up the length of his finger. Ruiza glared at him. Asagi smirked then dropped his hand between Ruiza’s legs. He teased his inner thighs with a slick finger before finally thrusting the digit into him. He glanced up to see Ruiza’s eyes closing, lips parting with a pleasured moan. He looked so beautiful like this. Asagi continued to watch Ruiza’s face as he explored his body, gently stretching his new lover. Ruiza felt tight so it had been a while since a lover had last entered him. Asagi added a second finger, thrusting deep inside Ruiza’s body and angling his wrist experimentally. Ruiza groaned and reached for him. Asagi moved back up Ruiza’s body to kiss him again. Ruiza buried his fingers in Asagi’s pink hair, moans muffled by the intensity of their kiss. Asagi nipped Ruiza’s lip as he scissored the fingers. He angled his wrist again, making Ruiza gasp in pleasure.
“Fuck,” the blonde gasped, voice breathy as he rocked back against Asagi’s fingers. “Mm… yeah…” his eyes fluttered shut and he moaned louder as Asagi continued to press his fingers into Ruiza’s prostate. A third finger entered him, and Asagi drew back from the blonde’s lips to watch his pleasured expression. This was the part of sex he always found incredible. To know that he was the one who caused his partner’s looks of ecstasy.
Ruiza whined in displeasure when Asagi pulled his fingers back. He was so hard he couldn’t possibly wait anymore and Ruiza was in a similar state. Asagi picked up the lube again, squeezing it into his palm. He groaned as he rubbed his hand over his aching erection. Dimly, there was some distaste at the thought of how he’d now smell like strawberries, but he didn’t care.
Asagi grasped Ruiza’s hips. “Are you ready?”
The blonde nodded frantically. “Yes!”
Asagi tightened his grip on Ruiza’s hips as he aligned himself with his entrance. Slowly he entered the tight heat, groaning in pleasure. Fuck, Ruiza felt so good around him. Asagi forced his eyes to remain open so he could watch Ruiza’s expression as he entered him. Their eyes locked, both moaning as Ruiza arched into him, welcoming Asagi into his body. His fingers reached up to tangle in the other man’s long, pink hair.
“You’re… mm… so tight still.”
Ruiza managed a breathy chuckle. “Been a while.”
Asagi dropped his head onto Ruiza’s shoulder. His nails dug into the blonde’s hips as he held still, knowing his lover needed to adjust to him.
Ruiza pulled his head up for a kiss. It started gentle but soon became rough and passionate with teeth and tongue. “Move,” Ruiza breathed against his lips.
Asagi obeyed. He drew out of Ruiza then thrust back into him. He set a slow pace at first, which the blonde matched with his own gentle hip rolls, before starting to move faster. Harder. Their lips met in another passionate kiss, groaning into each other’s mouths or gasping for breath against each other. Ruiza broke the kiss and clutched Asagi’s shoulders.
“Mm… Asagi…” his name quickly became a breathy mantra. Asagi kissed Ruiza’s neck, playfully biting the skin. He wanted to leave at least one mark to show that Ruiza was his now.
“Ah…” the blonde groaned and hooked his slim legs around Asagi’s hips. He arched into the other man with a cry of pleasure as his prostate was struck. “Asagi!” he cried out his name, clenching around him. Asagi shivered in pleasure at the sensation.
“Rui,” he groaned, tightening his grip on his lover’s hips as he continued to thrust into that spot. When he felt Ruiza trembling, he moved one hand off Ruiza’s hip to wrap around his cock. Asagi caressed him in time to his thrusts, glancing up again. Ruiza’s eyes were hazy, lips parting to release a steady stream of moans and his expression was one of pure bliss. Asagi loved being able to see a lover’s face during the heat of a moment. He wanted to see their pleasure, watch their expression as they climaxed.
“Asa,” Ruiza arched into him, head pressing back against the pillow. “Fuck… mm…” Precum brushed against Asagi’s fingers as the blonde shivered. He was so close. Asagi increased the tempo of his thrusts, pumping Ruiza’s weeping cock at a faster pace. He could feel Ruiza teetering on the edge of an orgasm, and judging by the feeling coiling in his stomach, knew he wasn’t going to last much longer either.
“A-Asagi!” Ruiza’s back arched as he came with a cry of pure pleasure. His orgasm spilled over Asagi’s hands, making him groan as the blonde tightened around him. Ruiza slumped against the pillows. His eyes closed as he panted beneath Asagi. The pink-haired man gripped his lover’s hips again, eyes closing and head bowing as he welcomed his own release.
Asagi slumped back against the pillows, feeling dazed. That… was probably the best sex he’d ever had. He wrapped his arms around Ruiza and pulled him down to hold him, nuzzling his hair. They were both sweaty and out of breath. “So worth the wait,” he whispered as he kissed Ruiza’s hair. He’d always found that waiting to have sex with someone he wanted was better. The anticipation built, and by the time they did have sex they were so desperate for each other it made everything better. This was a perfect example of how well that worked.
Ruiza laughed softly then shifted so he could kiss Asagi. “Definitely,” he murmured. He flashed the other a tired smile then snuggled up to his side. He ran his fingers through Asagi’s pink hair, lightly tugging it. “We should have done this earlier.”
It was true… they should have. But they’d done it now. And Asagi would gladly have sex with Ruiza again. He just smiled in response then turned Ruiza’s face up so he could kiss him. Starting a relationship with Ruiza might end up being a mistake given their opposing employment but Asagi didn’t want to throw away a chance at happiness because of their jobs.
Only time would tell whether this would end in disaster or joy.
Notes
1) A Suica card is basically a credit card that you use for the trains. You put money onto the card and just swipe your card at the turnstiles instead of always having to have change for tickets. They're very handy!
2) I have one more Asagi x Ruiza fic from this storyline. It has a PG or PG-13 rating and I have to rewrite the last half of it. That shouldn't be too difficult though.
3) I was into this world a lot last year so I can't remember all the fine details about their backgrounds now.