Hold it Against Me
Swish, swish, swish they moved to the beat.
Occasionally there would be a thrust forward or his hair would sway and flip, which only made Ryo bite down on the straw he was drinking his whiskey from. He was like a godsend, that boy, and it really made Ryo question why he had never really been an option.
Sure, Ryo knew his lover was one hell of a catch. Being so absolutely cute, lovable and defenceless was absolutely perfect, but the boy that moved like water made Ryo want more. More than just the ability to watch but to feel those mesmerizing hips against his own.
Ryo didn’t prevent himself from making a move on Waterboy because he wanted to be faithful. Oh no! It was because the one that Waterboy was grinding so methodically against was Ryo’s lover. Ryo’s lover dressed like skanky little slut, well as much as a man can dress as a slut anyways. As much as a turn on Shigemi is, with her curled red hair, big glossy lips and doll like face, she was no match for Waterboy at this moment.
He envied Shigemi an unbelievable amount, wanting to badly to rip her off that boy and kiss him senseless, pushing his own hips into him and running his hands up and down (what Ryo would hope) was soft skin from his angle, Ryo could only see it’s flawlessness. He wanted to do it over and over again until it became too much to and his blood flow running south became too hard to ignore with the only solution being to pull the boy into a dark corner, or alley way or anything that gave them a little privacy.
Ryo groaned at the thought. He needed him now!
But Shige always found a way to deny Ryo of things. He denied Ryo of winning their little bet (or had he won, Ryo couldn’t tell, the result would have been the same either way), he denied Ryo of sleep do to a rather rambunctious events that unfolded just before sleep over came him (not that Ryo minded the loss of sleep for a little playtime) and most of all Shige was denying Ryo of access to him. All it took this time was one small upward tweak of the lips and a light shake of her loose red curls. Without a second thought she let the beat reciprocated his motions by gripping his hair and pulling him down for a hungry kiss.
This left Ryo to stare, his heart still beating loud and with the burning desire to escape the club. Somehow it had gotten too stuffy and he needed some air and maybe a glass of something that didn’t resemble water.
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Occasionally there would be a thrust forward or his hair would sway and flip, which only made Ryo bite down on the straw he was drinking his whiskey from. He was like a godsend, that boy, and it really made Ryo question why he had never really been an option.
Sure, Ryo knew his lover was one hell of a catch. Being so absolutely cute, lovable and defenceless was absolutely perfect, but the boy that moved like water made Ryo want more. More than just the ability to watch but to feel those mesmerizing hips against his own.
Ryo didn’t prevent himself from making a move on Waterboy because he wanted to be faithful. Oh no! It was because the one that Waterboy was grinding so methodically against was Ryo’s lover. Ryo’s lover dressed like skanky little slut, well as much as a man can dress as a slut anyways. As much as a turn on Shigemi is, with her curled red hair, big glossy lips and doll like face, she was no match for Waterboy at this moment.
He envied Shigemi an unbelievable amount, wanting to badly to rip her off that boy and kiss him senseless, pushing his own hips into him and running his hands up and down (what Ryo would hope) was soft skin from his angle, Ryo could only see it’s flawlessness. He wanted to do it over and over again until it became too much to and his blood flow running south became too hard to ignore with the only solution being to pull the boy into a dark corner, or alley way or anything that gave them a little privacy.
Ryo groaned at the thought. He needed him now!
But Shige always found a way to deny Ryo of things. He denied Ryo of winning their little bet (or had he won, Ryo couldn’t tell, the result would have been the same either way), he denied Ryo of sleep do to a rather rambunctious events that unfolded just before sleep over came him (not that Ryo minded the loss of sleep for a little playtime) and most of all Shige was denying Ryo of access to him. All it took this time was one small upward tweak of the lips and a light shake of her loose red curls. Without a second thought she let the beat reciprocated his motions by gripping his hair and pulling him down for a hungry kiss.
This left Ryo to stare, his heart still beating loud and with the burning desire to escape the club. Somehow it had gotten too stuffy and he needed some air and maybe a glass of something that didn’t resemble water.
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