Love from Venus: Arc 1, Part 4b
Title: Love from Venus
Part: ARC 1, Part 4b
Author: Aquarius Galuxy
Fandom: Power Stone
Pairing: Rouge/Ryoma
Genre: Romance/Erotica/Friendship/AU
Rating: varies from PG to NC-17
Word count: 10,282 (Part B: 4k words)
Summary: Sales representative Ryoma Iwakura's life careens off course when a business deal brings him to a hostess bar, and into the company of hostess and strip club dancer Rouge. A spark of attraction ignites between them, one Ryoma tries to deny. Despite his reservations, he embarks on a scandalous friendship with Rouge that questions his plans for the future.
Author's Notes: Love the slight kink. So much freedom with these circumstances. =p
Part A: http://aquarius-galuxy.livejournal.com/572341.html
She grinned up at him when she regained her breath, her full breasts heaving, shortly before she studied his cock. Her lips pulled into a smirk. He flushed at her attention. If anything, her stare made him grow wetter still.
Rouge curled her finger at him once again, chuckling lowly when he crawled towards her, his hands pressing indents into the bed. Ryoma had been extremely satisfying during this entire time, and she wanted to make up for the pleasure his mouth and fingers had been granting her. Was he really a virgin?
When he faltered a foot away from her face, watching her with eyes that only spoke of one motive, she couldn't help but grin, threading her fingers through his damp hair and drawing him forward. Their lips met, sliding and parting. Rouge tasted herself on him, a sizzle of excitement arrowing through her body with each heavy stroke of his tongue. His nipple hardened when she tweaked it lightly. He gasped; she smiled against his lips and splayed her hand across his chest, trailing her fingers down the warm planes of his abdomen, straying dangerously close to his urging length. Her fingertips skimmed the thatch of hair at his groin.
Ryoma growled into her mouth when she pulled him down onto her, so that his body covered hers, his cock indenting her belly. She moaned at his thickness, reaching between them to grope his length. He groaned. Need hummed in her veins when she imagined his pleasure, tugging lightly on his flesh. His cock was so large and taut that she ached for him, grew sodden just imagining him spreading her nether lips. Her fingers explored his contours; he shuddered above her.
"I knew you were big," she murmured against his lips, cracking her eyes open to watch his reaction.
Ryoma merely flushed and thrust into her hand, glancing away, his breath soughing against her cheek. "Don't tease me, Rouge."
She couldn't help but smirk, giving his blunt tip a squeeze. He audibly suppressed a groan. "I'm not teasing you. I want this in me, all of it."
"You're shameless," he muttered, watching her darkly as she spread the drop of wetness over his cockhead, hissing in pleasure. She'd have loved to get back down and taste him all over again. Instead, Rouge made do with learning his flesh, hunger coiling in her belly.
"I don't see you protesting." She grinned, stroking his entire length and wondering how best to take it all into herself. Then she leaned in, licking across his upper lip. A quiver raced up her spine when he stared quiescently at her. "Are you really a virgin? You really know how to make a girl cum."
The receding colour on his cheeks came flooding back. Rouge watched as he looked askance from her in chagrin, resuming her explicit caresses. At length, he replied, "I've read about these things."
"So you are a pervert." She laughed, spreading her legs beneath them and curling her body upwards to catch his manhood between her nether lips. He stared at her. She saw his gaze flicker down, towards their hips. She pressed up at him, purring when his flesh slid easily against her sex. Her pussy tightened with want. It was a tease being in contact with him and not having him in her.
"Don't do that," he grated, clenching his fists next to her shoulders. She looked at him in amusement, savouring the heat of his hard body.
"Why not?" Rouge rocked into him, purring when she pictured his thick arousal impaling her. He was getting damp with her juices, and she liked that. A lot. "Getting too much for you, hmm?"
"Yes," he hissed. Rouge continued to smile as he fixed his gaze on hers. They both knew that his attention was far from her face.
"Come on in." She inclined her head and gnawed on his earlobe, whimpering when he shifted against her pussy and pressed into her clit. Pleasure ground into her sensitive flesh. "I don't like to be kept waiting."
Ryoma watched her with hazy eyes for a while longer, before finally drawing away, gripping his cock and angling his tip at her entrance, slowly pushing in.
She exhaled sharply at the feel of his solid flesh parting her lips, moaning when he advanced deeper into her pussy, spreading her wide. He was heavy and big, and having him buried fully in her centre robbed her of breath for heartbeats. Rouge only remembered to inhale moments after that, gasping at how well he fitted her, at the pleasure he ground into her flesh. His moan filled her ears.
He leaned away from her when he could push no further, letting her survey his handiwork. Her lips quirked. It had been a while since she was this pleasantly stretched. Rouge felt herself moisten around him. She gave his cock a light squeeze with her inner muscles, grinning when he gasped. "Feel good?"
Ryoma nodded mutely, grunting when she rolled her hips up at him, trying unsuccessfully to take him further in. He met her gaze, his chest lifting and falling rapidly with the way she rutted at him. She smirked, purred with pleasure as she milked him slowly, the tightness in her loins accentuated by his size.
He started to pound into her steadily then, creating little bursts of friction that sparked into her flesh, matching each lift of her hips. Rouge mewled and clutched at the sheets, relishing the girth of his cock and the way his balls bounced against her rear. He grasped her hips and angled himself deeper, drawing a groan from her throat.
She lost track of how long he pistoned within her, his thrusts becoming more forceful each time he fitted her completely, turning almost savage when she began to tighten and quiver around him. All she was aware of was his ragged breathing and the lewd slapping of their flesh, of the sweat beading on her skin. Tension thrummed between her thighs.
Rouge flattened her palm against his shoulder. "Stop."
Ryoma paused, panting and pulling away slightly from her in question, his cock throbbing hotly in her flesh. She smirked up at him, easing him away 'til she could wriggle out from beneath his hips, moaning softly when he slid out of her. He remained staring at her pruriently, eyes bulging when she pinned him down onto the bed, straddling him in one swift move.
Rouge saw his Adam's Apple bob, bob again when his gaze raked down her front. Her lips curved. Ryoma was plainly begging her to take him with his straining flesh, and she wondered if he even knew what his body was telling her. Her smile turned hungry.
She lifted herself onto his crotch, sandwiching his wet length between her loins and his belly, grinding slowly against him. He moaned, squirmed beneath her. With a grin, she lowered a finger to his tip, holding him gently with the pad of her digit. Precum oozed from his tight hole. Rouge rocked her hips once, then began to gyrate them into him, much like one of her dances at work. Ryoma grunted and stared at her in disbelief, his cheeks tinted red. Wetness coated her fingertip. She purred, rubbing her hard clit into his arousal, moaning when it throbbed. Her flesh was far too sensitive, now, and it wouldn't take much for her to reach another orgasm.
Ryoma began to rut into her in earnest, pushing harder against her tight flesh. Rouge gasped loudly when a particularly sharp jolt twisted into her clit, lifting herself away from him to wrap her fingers around his erection, slipping it into her pussy. The feel of his thickness stretching her all over again yanked another groan from her lips.
He grunted as she took his entire length, panting the moment she began to bounce on him. Rouge allowed him to thrust into her as quickly as he needed to, rolling her hips at him and enveloping him with quick, fluid motions that had him writhing beneath her, his fingers dragging over the sheets. Ryoma shut his eyes in pleasure, his breath rasping.
Through her lust, Rouge couldn't help smirking at how much self-control he possessed at this moment. It stoked her desire, his helpless pleasure, driving her to ride him faster, more viciously. He gasped and moaned her name, reaching up to clutch her hips, pounding into her. He filled her so well, rubbed such sheer pleasure into her flesh, that she almost came, suppressing her arousal. Rouge rode him harder, barely aware of how her breasts bounced, of how he'd started to stare at them in very male appreciation.
When Ryoma's thrusting grew frenzied and peppered with groans, Rouge slipped off him, her body gleaming with sweat, knees sore from the strain she'd put on them. He whimpered, staring at her in yearning, his breathing loud and uneven. She managed a smirk. He looked so virile with his hunger and his long hair unbound that she'd have got right back on him and rode him to the end if she could. As it was, her knees were protesting after how wildly she'd been pleasuring him.
Rouge clambered on to all fours, shivering when he stared at her dripping slit. She knew full well that her skin glistened with juices, raising her ass in the air and wriggling it at Ryoma. He inhaled sharply. She grew wetter under his gaze, grinning mischievously at him. "Come get it."
"Tease," he bit, getting onto his knees without hesitation, making his way over to her. She watched his cock bob with each step, licking her lips. It was with some pause, she noted, that he placed his warm hands on her hips, slowly rubbing his stiff length against her slit. She moaned in need, pressing herself into that tempting width. A soft groan emerged from his throat; she looked over her shoulder at him, grinning in expectation when one of his hands left her hips to ready himself.
Rouge gasped anew when he impaled her swiftly, deeper and rougher than before. At this angle, he could fit more of his length into her; he grunted with each stroke, locking his hands against her hips and plunging fiercely into her core. She moaned viscerally, crying out at the cadence of pleasure he forced into her flesh.
Rouge folded her arms on the mattress, letting the bed support her torso. Need throbbed powerfully in her sex. He slipped a large hand down to her crotch, finding her clit with some fumbling. Rouge whimpered when he fingered her swollen nub unrelentingly, pleasure pulsing into her loins faster than she could breathe.
Ryoma ploughed mercilessly into her, his cock parting her flesh repeatedly, his groans resounding within the room. She'd barely noted how feverishly he was coupling with her when pleasure exploded in her clit.
So blinding was the wave of sensation that a raw moan tore from her throat. She convulsed around him. Her hands balled into fists; she squeezed her eyes shut, barely breathing as pleasure pulsed in her flesh, eliminating her awareness of everything else for seconds.
Vaguely, she felt Ryoma thrust the deepest he could into her. He groaned and braced himself against her hips, riding his own orgasm out, panting. She snuck a look back at him, grinning when she saw his face twisted in pleasure. The man, having this careless, red-blooded side to him, was more than a little attractive.
It was some time before Ryoma regained his breath and withdrew. Rouge purred when he slid out of her, missing his warmth immediately afterwards. She sat back down on the mattress. They exchanged a momentary glance. Ryoma was the first to blink, reaching over to his bedside table to grab a tissue.
Silence shrouded the room when he handed the napkin to her. Ryoma seemed to awaken to his circumstances, blushing lightly as he took stock of their state of undress. Rouge grinned. "You couldn't not have enjoyed that."
"I, um." She watched as he looked guiltily away, observing every corner of his apartment but her. His cheeks were scarlet. "We, uh, y-you won't get pregnant, will you?"
Rouge laughed, marvelling at how he could've forgotten to ask about contraception beforehand. "I'm on the pill. Don't worry about that."
"Oh." He stared at her in embarrassment, swivelling his face away the instant she shifted her attention to cleaning herself up. Another drawn-out pause filled the air. Rouge wondered what he was really thinking about. She cleared the last evidence of his pleasure, grinning at the memory of him being in her. It tickled her to imagine his expression if she were to have shown him how his seed leaked out from between her folds. He was still avoiding her eyes. "I'll take the couch," he muttered. "You can have the bed."
"The bed's large enough for two." A smirk quirked her lips. She eyed first the width of the mattress, then the man sitting at the edge of it. Without thinking, she crawled over and enveloped him in a hug from the back. Ryoma was so warm. He stiffened against her bare chest, grating her name in protest. Rouge purred and rubbed herself into him, inhaling a deep whiff of his scent. "Are you aware that you're really sexy?"
"I... I think we should get some sleep." He shifted in her embrace, slanting his gaze at her. She grinned and pulled away.
"Only if you don't subject yourself to sleeping on the couch." Rouge slung her arm around his, tugging him towards the centre of the mattress. "Come on, I won't let my host suffer for my sake. And besides..." She pressed close to him. "You're so warm."
He glanced between her and the three-seater, hesitating.
"It'll be nice to be cosy in bed, for once," Rouge murmured wistfully, shrugging. He'd given her so much tonight that she just wasn't in any place to make demands. She dropped the hold on his arm. "It's fine. I won't threaten your integrity anymore."
"Don't you have a radiator?" he asked curiously, glancing at her despite her nakedness.
Rouge skirted his gaze, only sparing him a sheepish glance as she crawled between the sheets, smoothing out the creases. It wasn't dignified to talk about her dire financial straits with a man she'd just had sex with. She didn't need his pity. "We do, but our funds kinda don't allow for that this month." She shrugged.
Surprise widened her eyes when Ryoma made his way towards her, joining her beneath the covers.
"You don't need to do this," she managed, staring at him in disbelief as he glanced away, his cheeks darkening.
"Might as well be hanged for a sheep, I guess." He lay down beside her, wavering for a moment before meeting her gaze, keeping his eyes valiantly above her chin. "Just no more of what we were doing."
"That works." Rouge cracked a smile, wondering at the strange relationship she'd struck up with Ryoma Iwakura. She lifted her damp hair away from their bodies and snuggled up to him. The corners of her lips tweaked when he put his arms around her awkwardly, trying to provide warmth without touching too much of her.
It was going to be a comfortable night, at the very least.
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#15 (7:5 Wait, what?)
Falcon whistled a jaunty tune as he inserted his key into the apartment door, raising a takeaway cup of coffee to his mouth. It had been a smashing night at King Albert's, even if all that dancing made him just a wee bit tired. He shrugged. Bedtime would have to be early tonight.
Seriously, though, Ryoma should've gone with him to the dance club. There were a couple of girls who looked like they'd prefer something more straight-laced, and Ryoma would possibly have been able to chat them up. If he even bothered. His head was so wrapped around Rouge that he'd be better off bedding her. It was a pity she hadn't been at the hostess club. Setting Ryoma up with her would have been rich.
Falcon took a swig of his drink and swung the door open, kicking his shoes off. Work started in an hour, and he had a good mind to wash the smell of liquor off himself. Ryoma would still be asleep at this time. He glanced towards the bed, gulping another mouthful of coffee.
Wait, what?
The sight that greeted Edward Falcon sent a chortle up his throat, forcing hot beverage straight into his nasal cavity and out his nose.
He hacked and spluttered, unable to concentrate on anything but the burning pain behind his nose. Falcon clutched his styrofoam cup and wiped his face on his sleeve. Between coughs and sniffles, he looked back at the double bed, teary-eyed. Its covers stretched over what was too bulky to be just Ryoma alone.
"What the hell?" he near-shouted, not bothering to keep his voice down. The man had caused his nose to be filled with coffee. Surely he deserved something for that. "Ryoma?"
One of the figures beneath the sheets stirred amidst the coughing, drawing away from the other prone form. There was a strangled yelp, followed by that very same figure propelling itself across the bed, rolling over the edge and landing unceremoniously on the floor with a thump.
Falcon stared. Ryoma hadn't a stitch of clothing on him. His hair was mussed. (Which was pretty sexy, in a way.) He glanced towards his friend's bedmate, who was still fortunately draped with sheets. With those curves, it was a definite female. The sheer amount of hair tangled up next to her narrowed her identity down to one person -- the only woman Ryoma had been denying his attraction to.
And, well. What had happened here? (Wait, he didn't want to know.) Ryoma had finally found his balls and slept with her. Falcon resisted the urge to say, "Told ya," and saved it for another occasion. Instead, he decided to feel indignant. "Nice one, buddy. You told me you were going home last night, and not only did you not do that, but you went and got yourself a woman? Seriously, what the hell?"
Ryoma pulled himself off the floor, turning around with a glare as he got to his feet. "Shut it, Falcon."
The blonde watched as he glanced towards Rouge to make sure she appeared decent, fighting to keep his chuckle down. His gaze dropped briefly over Ryoma -- damn, he hadn't known that his friend was that endowed. Falcon quashed a mix of envy and appreciation, folding his arms. No wonder Rouge had been after him. "Look, Ryoma. It is. Not. Polite. To bring someone home for your roommate to stumble on. I even got coffee up my nose!" He pointed at his facial feature for emphasis.
Ryoma looked sullenly at him, clenching his fists at his sides. Rouge moaned and began to awaken then, cracking her eyes open to glance blearily at them. "What's going on?" she muttered. Falcon thought her sleep-roughened voice was attractive, but Ryoma would probably beat him up for that.
"It's nothing," Ryoma growled, glancing from her to Falcon.
Falcon stared harmlessly at him. "What? I didn't do anything."
"It would be nice if you could stay outside for a while." Ryoma looked pointedly at the door. There was no room for argument in his tone.
Falcon rolled his eyes and smirked. Trust Ryoma to get all pushy after he got laid. He turned towards the entrance. "Fine, I'll leave for a bit. Sorry for interrupting your romp."
Ryoma's face, right before he left, was a fetching shade of vermillion.
"I remember Falcon," Rouge remarked casually as she stretched in Ryoma's bed, feeling her limbs protest. She was accustomed to waking up way later than this, with her work schedules being the way they were.
"You don't have to be concerned about him." Ryoma stared at the door 'til he was sure Falcon would not return, before facing her. He avoided focusing on the way the sheets rumpled around her breasts.
"So I figured." Rouge let her gaze slide over his form, lingering on the hard shaft at his groin. She remembered it well. He looked tempting like that in the dawn sunlight filtering through the windows. Lack of sleep aside, she wanted to join with him again, with how scrumptiously naked he was. Heat trickled into her belly. He'd been very comfortable snuggling up against her. "Had a good dream?"
He followed her line of sight, flushing again. "I slept decently. But there's work in an hour and I have to get ready for it, so I'm afraid I'll have to send you off after that. Thanks for, uh, last night."
"You're welcome. I enjoyed myself." She grinned and sat up, leaning towards him. His gaze made a beeline for her breasts. Rouge stifled a laugh, slanting a meaningful glance at his crotch. "Need help with that?" She'd aid him with his stiffness however many times it would take. Her legs scissored, teasing the growing dampness at her loins. "It'll be quick." She smiled suggestively at him.
"No," he snapped, too quickly, too vehemently, turning towards the kitchen. "I'll just have a shower."
"You do know what you're missing out on." It wasn't a query. Rouge slipped out of the sheets, winding her arms around his hips and burying her face into the small of his back. She found his straining cock easily, moaning as her fingers curled around it, greeting its contours.
Ryoma hissed, paused. "You're insatiable."
"And you haven't got enough." She smirked widely, milking him with a firm stroke.
His answering groan told her all she needed to know.
They stood by the road, Ryoma in his pressed work clothes and Rouge in her damp, rumpled ones. Traffic was considerably dense at this hour. Some five minutes of awkward silence had passed before Ryoma managed to flag a cab down. He turned to her. "I'll pay for your ride home."
Rouge gawked at him in surprise, blushing at his generosity. "I... can't say no, then."
He fished a couple of notes from his wallet and handed them to her. "Ten should do."
"I can't thank you enough." She took the money, touching his arm when he turned to leave. He looked back at her, dark eyes calm and unassuming. Rouge felt her stomach flutter. It was a contrast against the desire that had flashed within them prior to this. Somewhere along, Ryoma had lost a sizable amount of his bashfulness around her. "Keep in touch?"
He blinked, as if that hadn't occurred to him. Rouge felt a pang of disappointment, adding, "I'd like to be friends, if that's fine with you."
A red tint crept up his neck. He glanced away, then back at her, losing his composure. "Uh, sure."
She grinned in relief, refraining from giving him a hug. There was a small bruise on his throat that wasn't quite concealed by his collar. Rouge wondered if he'd seen it. "Want to exchange numbers?"
The cab blared its horn. Ryoma glanced at it sheepishly, nodding his assent and motioning for the driver to wait. He pulled a pen and paper out of his briefcase, scrawling a string of numbers on it, before tearing it in half and passing the handful to her. She scribbled her number on the corresponding paper, meeting his gaze with a smile. "It's a little soon, but what do you say to meeting up?"
"No funny stuff?" He peered suspiciously at her, accepting his stationery back.
Rouge shook her head. "Just as friends."
"I'm free for coffee Thursday afternoon." Ryoma glanced at his watch. His eyes bulged. "The company's having its annual function," he said in a rush, backing away from her. "Look, I'm kinda running late. I'll see you at Bailey's at 4 p.m.?"
"I'll be there!" she called after him as he broke into a run towards the bus stop. Ryoma was a pleasant man to be around, and she looked forward to meeting him again. Her lips twitched. Inhaling deeply, Rouge boarded the cab and gave the driver her address.
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Part: ARC 1, Part 4b
Author: Aquarius Galuxy
Fandom: Power Stone
Pairing: Rouge/Ryoma
Genre: Romance/Erotica/Friendship/AU
Rating: varies from PG to NC-17
Word count: 10,282 (Part B: 4k words)
Summary: Sales representative Ryoma Iwakura's life careens off course when a business deal brings him to a hostess bar, and into the company of hostess and strip club dancer Rouge. A spark of attraction ignites between them, one Ryoma tries to deny. Despite his reservations, he embarks on a scandalous friendship with Rouge that questions his plans for the future.
Author's Notes: Love the slight kink. So much freedom with these circumstances. =p
Part A: http://aquarius-galuxy.livejournal.com/572341.html
She grinned up at him when she regained her breath, her full breasts heaving, shortly before she studied his cock. Her lips pulled into a smirk. He flushed at her attention. If anything, her stare made him grow wetter still.
Rouge curled her finger at him once again, chuckling lowly when he crawled towards her, his hands pressing indents into the bed. Ryoma had been extremely satisfying during this entire time, and she wanted to make up for the pleasure his mouth and fingers had been granting her. Was he really a virgin?
When he faltered a foot away from her face, watching her with eyes that only spoke of one motive, she couldn't help but grin, threading her fingers through his damp hair and drawing him forward. Their lips met, sliding and parting. Rouge tasted herself on him, a sizzle of excitement arrowing through her body with each heavy stroke of his tongue. His nipple hardened when she tweaked it lightly. He gasped; she smiled against his lips and splayed her hand across his chest, trailing her fingers down the warm planes of his abdomen, straying dangerously close to his urging length. Her fingertips skimmed the thatch of hair at his groin.
Ryoma growled into her mouth when she pulled him down onto her, so that his body covered hers, his cock indenting her belly. She moaned at his thickness, reaching between them to grope his length. He groaned. Need hummed in her veins when she imagined his pleasure, tugging lightly on his flesh. His cock was so large and taut that she ached for him, grew sodden just imagining him spreading her nether lips. Her fingers explored his contours; he shuddered above her.
"I knew you were big," she murmured against his lips, cracking her eyes open to watch his reaction.
Ryoma merely flushed and thrust into her hand, glancing away, his breath soughing against her cheek. "Don't tease me, Rouge."
She couldn't help but smirk, giving his blunt tip a squeeze. He audibly suppressed a groan. "I'm not teasing you. I want this in me, all of it."
"You're shameless," he muttered, watching her darkly as she spread the drop of wetness over his cockhead, hissing in pleasure. She'd have loved to get back down and taste him all over again. Instead, Rouge made do with learning his flesh, hunger coiling in her belly.
"I don't see you protesting." She grinned, stroking his entire length and wondering how best to take it all into herself. Then she leaned in, licking across his upper lip. A quiver raced up her spine when he stared quiescently at her. "Are you really a virgin? You really know how to make a girl cum."
The receding colour on his cheeks came flooding back. Rouge watched as he looked askance from her in chagrin, resuming her explicit caresses. At length, he replied, "I've read about these things."
"So you are a pervert." She laughed, spreading her legs beneath them and curling her body upwards to catch his manhood between her nether lips. He stared at her. She saw his gaze flicker down, towards their hips. She pressed up at him, purring when his flesh slid easily against her sex. Her pussy tightened with want. It was a tease being in contact with him and not having him in her.
"Don't do that," he grated, clenching his fists next to her shoulders. She looked at him in amusement, savouring the heat of his hard body.
"Why not?" Rouge rocked into him, purring when she pictured his thick arousal impaling her. He was getting damp with her juices, and she liked that. A lot. "Getting too much for you, hmm?"
"Yes," he hissed. Rouge continued to smile as he fixed his gaze on hers. They both knew that his attention was far from her face.
"Come on in." She inclined her head and gnawed on his earlobe, whimpering when he shifted against her pussy and pressed into her clit. Pleasure ground into her sensitive flesh. "I don't like to be kept waiting."
Ryoma watched her with hazy eyes for a while longer, before finally drawing away, gripping his cock and angling his tip at her entrance, slowly pushing in.
She exhaled sharply at the feel of his solid flesh parting her lips, moaning when he advanced deeper into her pussy, spreading her wide. He was heavy and big, and having him buried fully in her centre robbed her of breath for heartbeats. Rouge only remembered to inhale moments after that, gasping at how well he fitted her, at the pleasure he ground into her flesh. His moan filled her ears.
He leaned away from her when he could push no further, letting her survey his handiwork. Her lips quirked. It had been a while since she was this pleasantly stretched. Rouge felt herself moisten around him. She gave his cock a light squeeze with her inner muscles, grinning when he gasped. "Feel good?"
Ryoma nodded mutely, grunting when she rolled her hips up at him, trying unsuccessfully to take him further in. He met her gaze, his chest lifting and falling rapidly with the way she rutted at him. She smirked, purred with pleasure as she milked him slowly, the tightness in her loins accentuated by his size.
He started to pound into her steadily then, creating little bursts of friction that sparked into her flesh, matching each lift of her hips. Rouge mewled and clutched at the sheets, relishing the girth of his cock and the way his balls bounced against her rear. He grasped her hips and angled himself deeper, drawing a groan from her throat.
She lost track of how long he pistoned within her, his thrusts becoming more forceful each time he fitted her completely, turning almost savage when she began to tighten and quiver around him. All she was aware of was his ragged breathing and the lewd slapping of their flesh, of the sweat beading on her skin. Tension thrummed between her thighs.
Rouge flattened her palm against his shoulder. "Stop."
Ryoma paused, panting and pulling away slightly from her in question, his cock throbbing hotly in her flesh. She smirked up at him, easing him away 'til she could wriggle out from beneath his hips, moaning softly when he slid out of her. He remained staring at her pruriently, eyes bulging when she pinned him down onto the bed, straddling him in one swift move.
Rouge saw his Adam's Apple bob, bob again when his gaze raked down her front. Her lips curved. Ryoma was plainly begging her to take him with his straining flesh, and she wondered if he even knew what his body was telling her. Her smile turned hungry.
She lifted herself onto his crotch, sandwiching his wet length between her loins and his belly, grinding slowly against him. He moaned, squirmed beneath her. With a grin, she lowered a finger to his tip, holding him gently with the pad of her digit. Precum oozed from his tight hole. Rouge rocked her hips once, then began to gyrate them into him, much like one of her dances at work. Ryoma grunted and stared at her in disbelief, his cheeks tinted red. Wetness coated her fingertip. She purred, rubbing her hard clit into his arousal, moaning when it throbbed. Her flesh was far too sensitive, now, and it wouldn't take much for her to reach another orgasm.
Ryoma began to rut into her in earnest, pushing harder against her tight flesh. Rouge gasped loudly when a particularly sharp jolt twisted into her clit, lifting herself away from him to wrap her fingers around his erection, slipping it into her pussy. The feel of his thickness stretching her all over again yanked another groan from her lips.
He grunted as she took his entire length, panting the moment she began to bounce on him. Rouge allowed him to thrust into her as quickly as he needed to, rolling her hips at him and enveloping him with quick, fluid motions that had him writhing beneath her, his fingers dragging over the sheets. Ryoma shut his eyes in pleasure, his breath rasping.
Through her lust, Rouge couldn't help smirking at how much self-control he possessed at this moment. It stoked her desire, his helpless pleasure, driving her to ride him faster, more viciously. He gasped and moaned her name, reaching up to clutch her hips, pounding into her. He filled her so well, rubbed such sheer pleasure into her flesh, that she almost came, suppressing her arousal. Rouge rode him harder, barely aware of how her breasts bounced, of how he'd started to stare at them in very male appreciation.
When Ryoma's thrusting grew frenzied and peppered with groans, Rouge slipped off him, her body gleaming with sweat, knees sore from the strain she'd put on them. He whimpered, staring at her in yearning, his breathing loud and uneven. She managed a smirk. He looked so virile with his hunger and his long hair unbound that she'd have got right back on him and rode him to the end if she could. As it was, her knees were protesting after how wildly she'd been pleasuring him.
Rouge clambered on to all fours, shivering when he stared at her dripping slit. She knew full well that her skin glistened with juices, raising her ass in the air and wriggling it at Ryoma. He inhaled sharply. She grew wetter under his gaze, grinning mischievously at him. "Come get it."
"Tease," he bit, getting onto his knees without hesitation, making his way over to her. She watched his cock bob with each step, licking her lips. It was with some pause, she noted, that he placed his warm hands on her hips, slowly rubbing his stiff length against her slit. She moaned in need, pressing herself into that tempting width. A soft groan emerged from his throat; she looked over her shoulder at him, grinning in expectation when one of his hands left her hips to ready himself.
Rouge gasped anew when he impaled her swiftly, deeper and rougher than before. At this angle, he could fit more of his length into her; he grunted with each stroke, locking his hands against her hips and plunging fiercely into her core. She moaned viscerally, crying out at the cadence of pleasure he forced into her flesh.
Rouge folded her arms on the mattress, letting the bed support her torso. Need throbbed powerfully in her sex. He slipped a large hand down to her crotch, finding her clit with some fumbling. Rouge whimpered when he fingered her swollen nub unrelentingly, pleasure pulsing into her loins faster than she could breathe.
Ryoma ploughed mercilessly into her, his cock parting her flesh repeatedly, his groans resounding within the room. She'd barely noted how feverishly he was coupling with her when pleasure exploded in her clit.
So blinding was the wave of sensation that a raw moan tore from her throat. She convulsed around him. Her hands balled into fists; she squeezed her eyes shut, barely breathing as pleasure pulsed in her flesh, eliminating her awareness of everything else for seconds.
Vaguely, she felt Ryoma thrust the deepest he could into her. He groaned and braced himself against her hips, riding his own orgasm out, panting. She snuck a look back at him, grinning when she saw his face twisted in pleasure. The man, having this careless, red-blooded side to him, was more than a little attractive.
It was some time before Ryoma regained his breath and withdrew. Rouge purred when he slid out of her, missing his warmth immediately afterwards. She sat back down on the mattress. They exchanged a momentary glance. Ryoma was the first to blink, reaching over to his bedside table to grab a tissue.
Silence shrouded the room when he handed the napkin to her. Ryoma seemed to awaken to his circumstances, blushing lightly as he took stock of their state of undress. Rouge grinned. "You couldn't not have enjoyed that."
"I, um." She watched as he looked guiltily away, observing every corner of his apartment but her. His cheeks were scarlet. "We, uh, y-you won't get pregnant, will you?"
Rouge laughed, marvelling at how he could've forgotten to ask about contraception beforehand. "I'm on the pill. Don't worry about that."
"Oh." He stared at her in embarrassment, swivelling his face away the instant she shifted her attention to cleaning herself up. Another drawn-out pause filled the air. Rouge wondered what he was really thinking about. She cleared the last evidence of his pleasure, grinning at the memory of him being in her. It tickled her to imagine his expression if she were to have shown him how his seed leaked out from between her folds. He was still avoiding her eyes. "I'll take the couch," he muttered. "You can have the bed."
"The bed's large enough for two." A smirk quirked her lips. She eyed first the width of the mattress, then the man sitting at the edge of it. Without thinking, she crawled over and enveloped him in a hug from the back. Ryoma was so warm. He stiffened against her bare chest, grating her name in protest. Rouge purred and rubbed herself into him, inhaling a deep whiff of his scent. "Are you aware that you're really sexy?"
"I... I think we should get some sleep." He shifted in her embrace, slanting his gaze at her. She grinned and pulled away.
"Only if you don't subject yourself to sleeping on the couch." Rouge slung her arm around his, tugging him towards the centre of the mattress. "Come on, I won't let my host suffer for my sake. And besides..." She pressed close to him. "You're so warm."
He glanced between her and the three-seater, hesitating.
"It'll be nice to be cosy in bed, for once," Rouge murmured wistfully, shrugging. He'd given her so much tonight that she just wasn't in any place to make demands. She dropped the hold on his arm. "It's fine. I won't threaten your integrity anymore."
"Don't you have a radiator?" he asked curiously, glancing at her despite her nakedness.
Rouge skirted his gaze, only sparing him a sheepish glance as she crawled between the sheets, smoothing out the creases. It wasn't dignified to talk about her dire financial straits with a man she'd just had sex with. She didn't need his pity. "We do, but our funds kinda don't allow for that this month." She shrugged.
Surprise widened her eyes when Ryoma made his way towards her, joining her beneath the covers.
"You don't need to do this," she managed, staring at him in disbelief as he glanced away, his cheeks darkening.
"Might as well be hanged for a sheep, I guess." He lay down beside her, wavering for a moment before meeting her gaze, keeping his eyes valiantly above her chin. "Just no more of what we were doing."
"That works." Rouge cracked a smile, wondering at the strange relationship she'd struck up with Ryoma Iwakura. She lifted her damp hair away from their bodies and snuggled up to him. The corners of her lips tweaked when he put his arms around her awkwardly, trying to provide warmth without touching too much of her.
It was going to be a comfortable night, at the very least.
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#15 (7:5 Wait, what?)
Falcon whistled a jaunty tune as he inserted his key into the apartment door, raising a takeaway cup of coffee to his mouth. It had been a smashing night at King Albert's, even if all that dancing made him just a wee bit tired. He shrugged. Bedtime would have to be early tonight.
Seriously, though, Ryoma should've gone with him to the dance club. There were a couple of girls who looked like they'd prefer something more straight-laced, and Ryoma would possibly have been able to chat them up. If he even bothered. His head was so wrapped around Rouge that he'd be better off bedding her. It was a pity she hadn't been at the hostess club. Setting Ryoma up with her would have been rich.
Falcon took a swig of his drink and swung the door open, kicking his shoes off. Work started in an hour, and he had a good mind to wash the smell of liquor off himself. Ryoma would still be asleep at this time. He glanced towards the bed, gulping another mouthful of coffee.
Wait, what?
The sight that greeted Edward Falcon sent a chortle up his throat, forcing hot beverage straight into his nasal cavity and out his nose.
He hacked and spluttered, unable to concentrate on anything but the burning pain behind his nose. Falcon clutched his styrofoam cup and wiped his face on his sleeve. Between coughs and sniffles, he looked back at the double bed, teary-eyed. Its covers stretched over what was too bulky to be just Ryoma alone.
"What the hell?" he near-shouted, not bothering to keep his voice down. The man had caused his nose to be filled with coffee. Surely he deserved something for that. "Ryoma?"
One of the figures beneath the sheets stirred amidst the coughing, drawing away from the other prone form. There was a strangled yelp, followed by that very same figure propelling itself across the bed, rolling over the edge and landing unceremoniously on the floor with a thump.
Falcon stared. Ryoma hadn't a stitch of clothing on him. His hair was mussed. (Which was pretty sexy, in a way.) He glanced towards his friend's bedmate, who was still fortunately draped with sheets. With those curves, it was a definite female. The sheer amount of hair tangled up next to her narrowed her identity down to one person -- the only woman Ryoma had been denying his attraction to.
And, well. What had happened here? (Wait, he didn't want to know.) Ryoma had finally found his balls and slept with her. Falcon resisted the urge to say, "Told ya," and saved it for another occasion. Instead, he decided to feel indignant. "Nice one, buddy. You told me you were going home last night, and not only did you not do that, but you went and got yourself a woman? Seriously, what the hell?"
Ryoma pulled himself off the floor, turning around with a glare as he got to his feet. "Shut it, Falcon."
The blonde watched as he glanced towards Rouge to make sure she appeared decent, fighting to keep his chuckle down. His gaze dropped briefly over Ryoma -- damn, he hadn't known that his friend was that endowed. Falcon quashed a mix of envy and appreciation, folding his arms. No wonder Rouge had been after him. "Look, Ryoma. It is. Not. Polite. To bring someone home for your roommate to stumble on. I even got coffee up my nose!" He pointed at his facial feature for emphasis.
Ryoma looked sullenly at him, clenching his fists at his sides. Rouge moaned and began to awaken then, cracking her eyes open to glance blearily at them. "What's going on?" she muttered. Falcon thought her sleep-roughened voice was attractive, but Ryoma would probably beat him up for that.
"It's nothing," Ryoma growled, glancing from her to Falcon.
Falcon stared harmlessly at him. "What? I didn't do anything."
"It would be nice if you could stay outside for a while." Ryoma looked pointedly at the door. There was no room for argument in his tone.
Falcon rolled his eyes and smirked. Trust Ryoma to get all pushy after he got laid. He turned towards the entrance. "Fine, I'll leave for a bit. Sorry for interrupting your romp."
Ryoma's face, right before he left, was a fetching shade of vermillion.
"I remember Falcon," Rouge remarked casually as she stretched in Ryoma's bed, feeling her limbs protest. She was accustomed to waking up way later than this, with her work schedules being the way they were.
"You don't have to be concerned about him." Ryoma stared at the door 'til he was sure Falcon would not return, before facing her. He avoided focusing on the way the sheets rumpled around her breasts.
"So I figured." Rouge let her gaze slide over his form, lingering on the hard shaft at his groin. She remembered it well. He looked tempting like that in the dawn sunlight filtering through the windows. Lack of sleep aside, she wanted to join with him again, with how scrumptiously naked he was. Heat trickled into her belly. He'd been very comfortable snuggling up against her. "Had a good dream?"
He followed her line of sight, flushing again. "I slept decently. But there's work in an hour and I have to get ready for it, so I'm afraid I'll have to send you off after that. Thanks for, uh, last night."
"You're welcome. I enjoyed myself." She grinned and sat up, leaning towards him. His gaze made a beeline for her breasts. Rouge stifled a laugh, slanting a meaningful glance at his crotch. "Need help with that?" She'd aid him with his stiffness however many times it would take. Her legs scissored, teasing the growing dampness at her loins. "It'll be quick." She smiled suggestively at him.
"No," he snapped, too quickly, too vehemently, turning towards the kitchen. "I'll just have a shower."
"You do know what you're missing out on." It wasn't a query. Rouge slipped out of the sheets, winding her arms around his hips and burying her face into the small of his back. She found his straining cock easily, moaning as her fingers curled around it, greeting its contours.
Ryoma hissed, paused. "You're insatiable."
"And you haven't got enough." She smirked widely, milking him with a firm stroke.
His answering groan told her all she needed to know.
They stood by the road, Ryoma in his pressed work clothes and Rouge in her damp, rumpled ones. Traffic was considerably dense at this hour. Some five minutes of awkward silence had passed before Ryoma managed to flag a cab down. He turned to her. "I'll pay for your ride home."
Rouge gawked at him in surprise, blushing at his generosity. "I... can't say no, then."
He fished a couple of notes from his wallet and handed them to her. "Ten should do."
"I can't thank you enough." She took the money, touching his arm when he turned to leave. He looked back at her, dark eyes calm and unassuming. Rouge felt her stomach flutter. It was a contrast against the desire that had flashed within them prior to this. Somewhere along, Ryoma had lost a sizable amount of his bashfulness around her. "Keep in touch?"
He blinked, as if that hadn't occurred to him. Rouge felt a pang of disappointment, adding, "I'd like to be friends, if that's fine with you."
A red tint crept up his neck. He glanced away, then back at her, losing his composure. "Uh, sure."
She grinned in relief, refraining from giving him a hug. There was a small bruise on his throat that wasn't quite concealed by his collar. Rouge wondered if he'd seen it. "Want to exchange numbers?"
The cab blared its horn. Ryoma glanced at it sheepishly, nodding his assent and motioning for the driver to wait. He pulled a pen and paper out of his briefcase, scrawling a string of numbers on it, before tearing it in half and passing the handful to her. She scribbled her number on the corresponding paper, meeting his gaze with a smile. "It's a little soon, but what do you say to meeting up?"
"No funny stuff?" He peered suspiciously at her, accepting his stationery back.
Rouge shook her head. "Just as friends."
"I'm free for coffee Thursday afternoon." Ryoma glanced at his watch. His eyes bulged. "The company's having its annual function," he said in a rush, backing away from her. "Look, I'm kinda running late. I'll see you at Bailey's at 4 p.m.?"
"I'll be there!" she called after him as he broke into a run towards the bus stop. Ryoma was a pleasant man to be around, and she looked forward to meeting him again. Her lips twitched. Inhaling deeply, Rouge boarded the cab and gave the driver her address.
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