#12 Lost Butt Virginity in a Dark Alleyway
Title: Make it up to Me
Pairing: RyoDa
Warning: ...um, indecent exposure...
Rating: NC-17...obviously...that's kinda the point
Summary: After putting up with being seen as a girl by the one he loves for too long Ueda decides he'll show that person just how wrong he is...
A/N: Okay so, yeah, this isn't the kind of thing I usually write, but I do love a challenge, and doing something out of the ordinary is supposed to improve your ability...whatever...XD
MAKE IT UP TO ME
“Ryo, if you don’t let go I’ll never finish this,” Tatsuya said with an exasperated sigh as he felt Ryo’s arms tighten around his waist.
He stilled his hands in the washing up water where he had been trying to scrub the pans used on dinner. Tatsuya wasn’t really still supposed to still be there, he had to be at work early tomorrow to open the store. Not that the little run-down used bookstore he managed got much business, but the owner was constantly checking in and got shirty if everything wasn’t perfect. Ryo had stumbled into the store just over a year ago looking for an old bilingual dictionary to help him translate some old texts.
They had struck up a conversation built of banter and half-intended insults which left both of them grinning and soon Ryo was finding every excuse to visit the store, until of course they started meeting outside of it.
Since he was a freelance translator Ryo hadn’t much concept of early working hours or obligations and had quite clearly forgotten that Tatsuya had to get up early tomorrow.
In fact, normally Tatsuya would have left already, but for some reason that he wasn’t sure he remembered anymore he had decided to wash the dishes, since Ryo had been the one to cook this time.
Sighing when Ryo didn’t remove his arms but instead began kissing his shoulder where it met his neck Tatsuya put down the sponge and dried his hands on a nearby towel before forcibly removing Ryo’s arms.
“Seriously Ryo, let me finish this so I can get home, remember, I have to get up early tomorrow,”
“So stay here,” Ryo countered advancing on him again. Tatsuya halted him with a firm hand on his chest.
“Like hell I’m going into work with a sore ass Nishikido, make friends with your hand!” Ryo gave him a wounded look.
“My hand’s not as good as you,” he said, sounding disturbingly like a spoiled child. Tatsuya rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the washing up.
“If you come any closer before I finish this I will castrate you with a cheese grater,” he said flatly. This seemed to have the desired effect as Ryo dutifully left him alone while he finished scrubbing out the last few pots, rinsing them and setting them on the draining board before drying his hands on a tea towel, scrunching up his nose at the slightly wrinkled state of his fingertips from being submerged in warm water for too long.
The second he turned around Ryo leapt from his seat and closed Tatsuya in his embrace again. Tatsuya sighed and rolled his eyes but smiled, winding his arms around Ryo’s neck and letting him kiss him for a minute before pulling back and giving him a firm look.
“Ryo, don’t start, I have to go home,” Ryo pouted and Tatsuya stifled the urge to laugh.
“Why? Stay here with me, you probably have some clothes left here from other times you know,” Tatsuya raised one eyebrow.
“I want a good night’s sleep before I work tomorrow, I won’t get that here now will I?” Ryo shrugged.
“You usually sleep pretty well after I’m done with you,” Tatsuya blinked as a dusky rose blush stained his cheekbones.
“And how long does it usually take for you to be done with me? C’mon Ryo, please don’t be difficult,” Ryo raised one eyebrow at him and before Tatsuya could say anything more he had wrapped his arms around his waist, hauling him up onto the kitchen counter. Tatsuya squeaked in surprise, clinging to Ryo’s shoulders to prevent himself from falling.
Ryo smirked at him and moved his left hand to Tatsuya’s thigh and his right to his chest, rubbing his thumb roughly over Tatsuya’s nipple through his shirt. Tatsuya hissed and bit his lip in response, vaguely certain cotton had never before felt this rough.
His grip on Ryo’s shoulders tightened as his left hand pressed harder against his thigh, sliding it further and further towards his crotch. Tatsuya bit his lip and ducked his head, cursing himself for being so sensitive. He looked up at Ryo through his fringe, his eyes burning.
Ryo met his gaze and smirked, Tatsuya’s eyes were dark and glassy, his cheekbones soaked red with his darkening blush, his teeth pressed relentlessly into his slightly swollen lower lip. His breathing was heavy and his fringe hanging in front of his eyes was trembling slightly.
“And you wonder why I can’t keep my hands off you,” he said, his voice low and thick. He brought the hand on Tatsuya’s chest up to the back of his neck, tilting his head up and fusing their mouths together. Tatsuya’s surprised moan was swallowed as Ryo’s hand on his thigh moved even higher, stopping teasingly at his groin. Ryo broke the kiss for a moment to smirk against Tatsuya’s lips.
“Such a pretty princess I have under my hands,”
At that Tatsuya’s eyes snapped open and he turned his head away when Ryo tried to kiss him. Looking back he met Ryo’s questioning gaze.
“Why do you do that?” he asked, his voice suddenly even and stern. Ryo blinked at him, confused.
“Do what?” he asked. Tatsuya frowned and pushed him away slightly.
“Treat me like a girl, why do you do it?” Ryo raised one eyebrow.
“You honestly have a problem with me calling you pretty? You are pretty,” Tatsuya fidgeted, he couldn’t deny that, he’d been called ‘pretty’ since high school.
“But why ‘princess’? Why do you have to pretend I’m a girl?”
“Well you’re acting like one!” Tatsuya blinked, hurt and ducked his head.
“I’m not a girl Ryo,” he said quietly. Ryo sighed and walked forward again, pulling Tatsuya closer by his shoulders.
“No, you’re not,” he said, then smiled into his hair. “But you’re my girl,” Tatsuya gritted his teeth and shoved Ryo back from him, jumping down off the counter.
“Fuck you Nishikido,” he spat and strode from the kitchen to the front door, jamming his feet so hard into his sandals it actually hurt. Ignoring the twinge he slammed out of Ryo’s apartment and started home, taking a slightly different route than he usually did in case Ryo came after him.
He was fuming as he walked. Damn it, he loved Ryo, he really did, so why did Ryo have to say things like that? Did he really want to be with a girl, was that it? He made himself feel better about not being with a girl by referring to Tatsuya as one? He’d mentioned it to Ryo before, that he didn’t like being to referred to as a girl, it didn’t help that was always the uke in their relationship. He didn’t mind that at all, but being referred to as a girl constantly made him feel inferior to Ryo somehow.
Scowling Tatsuya banged the side of his fist against a wall.
“Damn you Ryo,” he growled.
He was wondering what he’d say to Ryo tomorrow when a hand circled around his right bicep and yanked him unceremoniously into a side alley and slammed him against a wall, holding him there by pressing against his chest.
As all of this had taken place in the space of around three seconds Tatsuya was a little dazed to say the least, and not a little afraid. He blinked the dizziness from his eyes and felt his jaw drop.
“Ryo!? What the hell!?” Ryo gave him a small smile.
“You’re so predictable Tatsuya,” he said simply. Tatsuya thanked the dim light in the alley for hiding his embarrassed blush. So Ryo had realised he’d walk a different route home…
“What do you want Ryo?” he asked angrily. Ryo sighed and dropped his hand from Tatsuya’s chest.
“I’m sorry,” he said. Tatsuya blinked, he hadn’t been expecting that.
“What?”
“I said I’m sorry,” Ryo ran a hand through his hair and looked away uneasily.
“No…I heard you I just…why?” Ryo looked at him, confused.
“Huh?”
“Why, tell me why you’re sorry,” Tatsuya straightened up and folded his arms. Ryo blinked at him.
“I don’t mean to treat you like a girl Tatsuya, I’m sorry I make you feel bad when I call you a princess or tell you you’re pretty,” Tatsuya’s frown lifted and he unfolded his arms as he watched Ryo stumble through his apology.
“Please understand Tatsuya, I don’t call you princess because I think you’re feminine, or because I see you as a girl, and-” he added seeing Tatsuya’s expression.
“And, I don’t do it because I want to be with a girl, don’t ever think that, I want to be with you,” Tatsuya sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Ryo stepped forwards and cupped Tatsuya’s face in both hands.
“I love you Tatsuya, I’m sorry, okay?” Tatsuya couldn’t help but smile at that.
“I know, I love you too,” he said and closed the distance left between them and caught Ryo’s mouth with his own. Though slightly surprised by Tatsuya’s sudden fervour Ryo kissed him back, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him closer. As he tilted his head, deepening their kiss and moaning into Tatsuya’s mouth, he pressed them closer to the wall, his right hand trailing from Tatsuya’s waist to his hip and still lower.
Registering Ryo’s wandering hand and his obvious intentions Tatsuya smirked against his mouth and pulled back, reaching down and catching Ryo’s hand in his.
“Oh no you don’t,” he whispered, and in an instant had flipped their positions, pressing Ryo’s back against the wall, pressing himself against Ryo’s body, his leg pushed between Ryo’s. He clasped both Ryo’s wrists in his hands and pinned them to the wall on either side of Ryo’s head while Ryo blinked at him in shock.
“Tatsuya, what-?” Tatsuya gave him a feral grin that sent a shiver up his spine and through his scalp and he swallowed, hard.
“You wanted this here, right?” Tatsuya’s eyes glittered, his voice was low and thick and the smirk he gave Ryo then was sly, almost evil.
“You did, you were thinking you’d take me right here, up against this wall, make me scream in this alleyway where anyone could happen on us and see just how completely you’d make me fall apart, am I right?” Ryo stared open mouthed at his boyfriend. He didn’t remember ever hearing him talking like that…it was hot, maddeningly hot, he hadn’t ever wanted to touch Tatsuya quite so badly, except his hands were pinned to a wall.
He flexed his wrists in Tatsuya’s grip but his princess was stronger than he seemed. Feeling Ryo’s struggle Tatsuya glanced at his hands and smirked again.
“Oh? Something you want Ryo?” still smirking Tatsuya re-gripped Ryo’s right wrist and brought his hand to his chest. At the first touch of his hand against Tatsuya’s chest Ryo’s breath hitched. Tatsuya smirked and led his hand further down his chest to his stomach and over his hip, before shoving it roughly against the wall again.
Ryo winced as his hand hit the bricks and Tatsuya smirked.
“Interesting to be in such a different position, no?” Ryo took a deep breath, already feeling the intoxicating gathering of heat below his stomach, and looked into Tatsuya’s eyes, his own darkened with need and want and impatience.
“Tatsuya, if you’re not going to let go of me, do something,” he growled, his voice slightly quivering.
Tatsuya grinned at this and, instead of answering, pressed his body flush against Ryo’s, tilting his head to kiss his neck and grinding his thigh against Ryo’s crotch. At this Ryo moaned helplessly, his hands clenching and relaxing against the brick wall. His breathing quickened and Tatsuya smirked, feeling Ryo’s chest moving against his and began to roll his hips, crushing their crotches close, rhythmically, drowning Ryo in delicious friction, raising the pitch of his moans on octave or two.
Ryo barely seemed to notice when Tatsuya moved his wrists over his head to hold them in one hand, allowing him to drag his right hand over his chest, down his stomach and up under his shirt, tracing the definition of his stomach muscles and up again to his chest where he closed one nipple between his fingers and pinched hard, twisting as he did so.
Ryo arched into the touch, his head pressing back against the wall as he gasped. Blinking furiously, trying to focus his vision he looked at Tatsuya’s face again, which looked slightly less devious now and a lot more…hungry .
“Let go of my hands,” Ryo said, his voice shaking more obviously now.
“Why? I like you like this, helpless under me…” Tatsuya leaned in again, flicking his tongue against the skin behind Ryo’s ear, resuming the rough grinding of his hips against Ryo’s. Ryo groaned in response and squirmed, wanting more friction, more sensation, more Tatsuya.
“Ah, Tatsuya, p-please, let - ah! - let go of my hands!” Ryo finally spat out his sentence, writhing against his boyfriend’s body uselessly. His breath began to come in short desperate pants when the hand on his chest slid down to cup his crotch, hard.
Ryo’s eyes snapped open and he tipped his head back harshly against the wall, staring blind and wide-eyed up at the night sky, a low, choked moan tearing out of his throat. Taking some small measure of pity on him Tatsuya let go of his wrists, pressing harder against the bulge in his jeans and curling his now free hand around the back of Ryo’s neck, threading his fingers through the short hair there and tilting his head at a new, more dizzying angle as he kissed him.
Ryo’s moans bled into each other, changing octaves constantly as his arms dropped from the wall to wrap around Tatsuya’s neck. The hand at his crotch was driving him insane. Panting between kisses he pulled Tatsuya closer until their bodies were so close he could feel the other’s heartbeat through his clothes.
He was about to snap - albeit needily and with a shaking voice - at Tatsuya to do something again when the hand at his crotch suddenly, and surprisingly deftly, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down his thighs before doing the same with his own, shoving at both their clothes until they were completely off their legs, leaving Ryo in sneakers and him in sandals.
Ignoring Ryo’s hands reaching for him again Tatsuya yanked Ryo’s shirt over his head before crushing their bodies back together.
Ryo felt a crimson blush flood his cheeks as he remembered where they were, they were only about ten feet from the entrance to the alley and he had no idea what was at the other end of it, but as he was considering voicing this slight worry Tatsuya closed his left hand around the hottest part of his body and his thoughts evaporated as his legs trembled. The only reason he was still upright was because Tatsuya was leaning so heavily into him. He was, however, dimly aware that so far he was the one receiving all the attention, so following this thought he lifted a shaking hand to return Tatsuya’s favour.
He was instantly rewarded by a rough gasp and Tatsuya’s forehead resting against his.
“Decided to join in properly did we?” he asked, his voice just a little too ragged to be properly coy. Not waiting for an answer he raised his other hand to Ryo’s mouth, pressing against them against his lips.
“Do a good job, it’s the only lubrication you’ll get,” he said breathlessly, Ryo’s hand was doing a serious number of his powers of speech. He bit his lip when Ryo closed his mouth around three fingers, swirling his tongue around them.
For a moment Tatsuya just listened to their mixed heavy breathing and lost himself in the delicious sensations Ryo’s hand was bestowing on him, them Ryo let go of his fingers. Tatsuya carefully nudged Ryo’s legs further apart and reached down between them. Pausing he looked up and met Ryo’s eyes.
“This might hurt,” was his only warning before he shoved two fingers in at once.
“Fuck! Ah…shit,” Ryo screwed up his eyes and threw his head back against the wall, his hands now useless for anything besides clawing at Tatsuya’s shoulders through his shirt. Tatsuya kissed him and lapped at his neck to calm him, returning his other hand to Ryo’s chest.
Proceeding with the task at hand he scissored his fingers for a moment before adding a third and pushing them a little deeper. Ryo gasped and bit his lip but when he opened his eyes Tatsuya could see that pain was not all he felt and he smirked again, returning his mouth to Ryo’s neck, feeling his arms go around his shoulders. Twisting his fingers at a different angle Tatsuya smiled in satisfaction when Ryo’s body gave a sudden jerk against him and his eyes widened.
“Uh, Ta-Tatsu-ahh!” Ryo’s brain was sparking in his head, leaving him unable to voice a coherent thought, the only thing he seemed capable of now doing was pushing down harder on Tatsuya’s hand. Just seeing Ryo like this, how he’d never seen him before, Tatsuya had to bite down hard on his lip, holding himself back from moving too fast. It had been a long time since he’d topped anyone and he’d forgotten the power rush that came with it.
Ryo’s fingers suddenly curled into Tatsuya’s hair and wrenched his head up to look at him, forcing him to meet his burning eyes.
“Now, Tatsuya please, do it already!” Tatsuya closed the gap between them, mashing their mouths together as he lifted Ryo off the ground, slamming his back into the wall and feeling Ryo’s legs wind around his hips. With no further warning he lowered Ryo down a little, thrusting up at the same time, until he was in to the hilt.
“Ahhh! Oh God…” Ryo’s voice couldn’t have shaken any harder. He pressed his head into Tatsuya’s neck, willing his body to relax around the sudden intrusion, dimly wondering if this was exactly how Tatsuya usually felt every time
Tatsuya stilled in shock as he felt the already swirling heat in his stomach rage into a crashing maelstrom.
“Fuck, Jesus Ryo, you’re so tight, shit…ahh…” Ryo groaned something unintelligible and Tatsuya bit back a whimper.
“Christ Ryo, you’re too…ugh…fucking relax,” Tatsuya bit on Ryo’s shoulder, which only had Ryo gasping and squirming against him, but when he did, that same shock of electric sensation shot up his spine and radiated out to the tips of his fingers and he groaned into Tatsuya’s ear, making him shudder with want.
“Tatsuya, move,” Ryo muttered. Tatsuya started to shift a little.
“I don’t know that I can control myself if I do,” Tatsuya warned him breathlessly, inwardly applauding himself for the coherent sentence. Ryo shivered at his words and found Tatsuya’s mouth with his own.
“Tatsuya…I need you…to move,” he breathed. At that Tatsuya covered Ryo’s mouth with his own and pulled out slowly before slamming back in, swallowing Ryo’s moan as he set up a harder rhythm.
Ryo was lost, his head was swimming, he couldn’t remember anything feeling this good, Tatsuya had managed to make him fall apart utterly and completely, and it felt amazing.
“H-Harder,” he moaned without thinking, screwing up his eyes and moaning loudly when Tatsuya complied. Feeling his mind haze and the tight hot sensation mount in his groin Tatsuya’s thrusts began to lose all rhythm, snaking a hand between them to take Ryo in hand, he simultaneously lowered his mouth to Ryo’s chest, clamping his nipple between his teeth.
Ryo all but yelped and threw his head back, tangling his fingers in Tatsuya’s hair.
“Ah! Ta-Tatsuya, uhn, don’t do that!” Tatsuya grinned against his chest, biting down again.
“Ahhh! Tatsuya, please, I can’t…ah…I can’t…” he trailed off into incoherency. Tatsuya kissed his collar bone and leaned up to whisper in his ear, understanding his meaning.
“Then don’t,” he hissed, and leaned back down, moving his hand faster, thrusting hard and biting on Ryo’s over-sensitized nipple all at once. Ryo threw his head back, all but screaming his climax at the sky.
Feeling Ryo’s already impossibly tight muscles constrict around him Tatsuya’s breath hitched and he moaned into Ryo’s neck as his own shattering climaxed engulfed him.
After a moment Tatsuya’s legs felt like they couldn’t hold both of them up anymore and he slid out of Ryo and lowered them both to the ground, sitting beside his spent boyfriend at the foot of the wall.
For a short while they simply sat, breathing hard, their hair plastered to their foreheads with sweat. Eventually Ryo’s eyes fluttered open again and he rolled his head to his right to look at Tatsuya, who was staring up at the sky, his chest heaving under his shirt, his hands pressed against the concrete at his sides.
Ryo reached feebly for his clothes, very slowly pulling them back on, ignoring the slight mess on his stomach. Glancing at Tatsuya again, who was also pulling his jeans back on, he leaned back against the wall again, his breathing still not quite back to normal.
“You’re…” he gave a short, breathless laugh as Tatsuya sat back again, looking over at him.
“You’re…really good at that,” Tatsuya laughed hoarsely and shifted closer to him, leaning his head on Ryo’s shoulder.
“You’ve never done that before have you?” he said with a smirk. Ryo’s cheeked flooded pink and he averted his eyes. Tatsuya grinned.
“Maybe you should do it more often, you’re an incredibly sexy uke,” Ryo shot him a glance and lightly shoved his shoulder. When Tatsuya looked up at him there was a small, satisfied smile on his face.
There was a short silence, then Ryo lifted his arm to wrap around Tatsuya’s shoulders, stroking his hair.
“I’m sorry I called you a girl Tatsuya, I-” but Tatsuya interrupted him.
“I know you didn’t mean it, I’m sorry for overreacting, maybe it isn’t so bad being a princess, if you’re the prince,” Ryo smiled into his hair.
“I know you’re not a girl, I only call you princess because you’re so important to me, I love you,” Tatsuya chuckled softly.
“I know, I love you too Ryo,” after another moment Ryo stood up and offered Tatsuya his hand.
“C’mon, you have work in the morning,” Tatsuya smiled and took the proffered hand.
Emerging from the alleyway Ryo entwined his fingers with Tatsuya’s leading him in the direction of Tatsuya’s apartment. Tatsuya raised an eyebrow in silent question.
“I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself, but I’ll try,” Ryo said with a grin, then he leaned in to Tatsuya’s ear.
“But that sadistic domineering side of you is incredibly hot, I definitely have to see that again,” Tatsuya blushed, but grinned, tightening his hand around Ryo’s, and his eyes glittered.
“Maybe, if you beg for it,” Ryo grinned, until Tatsuya spoke again.
“And if you want to wake up at 8:30am for it,”
OWARI
Pairing: RyoDa
Warning: ...um, indecent exposure...
Rating: NC-17...obviously...that's kinda the point
Summary: After putting up with being seen as a girl by the one he loves for too long Ueda decides he'll show that person just how wrong he is...
A/N: Okay so, yeah, this isn't the kind of thing I usually write, but I do love a challenge, and doing something out of the ordinary is supposed to improve your ability...whatever...XD
MAKE IT UP TO ME
“Ryo, if you don’t let go I’ll never finish this,” Tatsuya said with an exasperated sigh as he felt Ryo’s arms tighten around his waist.
He stilled his hands in the washing up water where he had been trying to scrub the pans used on dinner. Tatsuya wasn’t really still supposed to still be there, he had to be at work early tomorrow to open the store. Not that the little run-down used bookstore he managed got much business, but the owner was constantly checking in and got shirty if everything wasn’t perfect. Ryo had stumbled into the store just over a year ago looking for an old bilingual dictionary to help him translate some old texts.
They had struck up a conversation built of banter and half-intended insults which left both of them grinning and soon Ryo was finding every excuse to visit the store, until of course they started meeting outside of it.
Since he was a freelance translator Ryo hadn’t much concept of early working hours or obligations and had quite clearly forgotten that Tatsuya had to get up early tomorrow.
In fact, normally Tatsuya would have left already, but for some reason that he wasn’t sure he remembered anymore he had decided to wash the dishes, since Ryo had been the one to cook this time.
Sighing when Ryo didn’t remove his arms but instead began kissing his shoulder where it met his neck Tatsuya put down the sponge and dried his hands on a nearby towel before forcibly removing Ryo’s arms.
“Seriously Ryo, let me finish this so I can get home, remember, I have to get up early tomorrow,”
“So stay here,” Ryo countered advancing on him again. Tatsuya halted him with a firm hand on his chest.
“Like hell I’m going into work with a sore ass Nishikido, make friends with your hand!” Ryo gave him a wounded look.
“My hand’s not as good as you,” he said, sounding disturbingly like a spoiled child. Tatsuya rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the washing up.
“If you come any closer before I finish this I will castrate you with a cheese grater,” he said flatly. This seemed to have the desired effect as Ryo dutifully left him alone while he finished scrubbing out the last few pots, rinsing them and setting them on the draining board before drying his hands on a tea towel, scrunching up his nose at the slightly wrinkled state of his fingertips from being submerged in warm water for too long.
The second he turned around Ryo leapt from his seat and closed Tatsuya in his embrace again. Tatsuya sighed and rolled his eyes but smiled, winding his arms around Ryo’s neck and letting him kiss him for a minute before pulling back and giving him a firm look.
“Ryo, don’t start, I have to go home,” Ryo pouted and Tatsuya stifled the urge to laugh.
“Why? Stay here with me, you probably have some clothes left here from other times you know,” Tatsuya raised one eyebrow.
“I want a good night’s sleep before I work tomorrow, I won’t get that here now will I?” Ryo shrugged.
“You usually sleep pretty well after I’m done with you,” Tatsuya blinked as a dusky rose blush stained his cheekbones.
“And how long does it usually take for you to be done with me? C’mon Ryo, please don’t be difficult,” Ryo raised one eyebrow at him and before Tatsuya could say anything more he had wrapped his arms around his waist, hauling him up onto the kitchen counter. Tatsuya squeaked in surprise, clinging to Ryo’s shoulders to prevent himself from falling.
Ryo smirked at him and moved his left hand to Tatsuya’s thigh and his right to his chest, rubbing his thumb roughly over Tatsuya’s nipple through his shirt. Tatsuya hissed and bit his lip in response, vaguely certain cotton had never before felt this rough.
His grip on Ryo’s shoulders tightened as his left hand pressed harder against his thigh, sliding it further and further towards his crotch. Tatsuya bit his lip and ducked his head, cursing himself for being so sensitive. He looked up at Ryo through his fringe, his eyes burning.
Ryo met his gaze and smirked, Tatsuya’s eyes were dark and glassy, his cheekbones soaked red with his darkening blush, his teeth pressed relentlessly into his slightly swollen lower lip. His breathing was heavy and his fringe hanging in front of his eyes was trembling slightly.
“And you wonder why I can’t keep my hands off you,” he said, his voice low and thick. He brought the hand on Tatsuya’s chest up to the back of his neck, tilting his head up and fusing their mouths together. Tatsuya’s surprised moan was swallowed as Ryo’s hand on his thigh moved even higher, stopping teasingly at his groin. Ryo broke the kiss for a moment to smirk against Tatsuya’s lips.
“Such a pretty princess I have under my hands,”
At that Tatsuya’s eyes snapped open and he turned his head away when Ryo tried to kiss him. Looking back he met Ryo’s questioning gaze.
“Why do you do that?” he asked, his voice suddenly even and stern. Ryo blinked at him, confused.
“Do what?” he asked. Tatsuya frowned and pushed him away slightly.
“Treat me like a girl, why do you do it?” Ryo raised one eyebrow.
“You honestly have a problem with me calling you pretty? You are pretty,” Tatsuya fidgeted, he couldn’t deny that, he’d been called ‘pretty’ since high school.
“But why ‘princess’? Why do you have to pretend I’m a girl?”
“Well you’re acting like one!” Tatsuya blinked, hurt and ducked his head.
“I’m not a girl Ryo,” he said quietly. Ryo sighed and walked forward again, pulling Tatsuya closer by his shoulders.
“No, you’re not,” he said, then smiled into his hair. “But you’re my girl,” Tatsuya gritted his teeth and shoved Ryo back from him, jumping down off the counter.
“Fuck you Nishikido,” he spat and strode from the kitchen to the front door, jamming his feet so hard into his sandals it actually hurt. Ignoring the twinge he slammed out of Ryo’s apartment and started home, taking a slightly different route than he usually did in case Ryo came after him.
He was fuming as he walked. Damn it, he loved Ryo, he really did, so why did Ryo have to say things like that? Did he really want to be with a girl, was that it? He made himself feel better about not being with a girl by referring to Tatsuya as one? He’d mentioned it to Ryo before, that he didn’t like being to referred to as a girl, it didn’t help that was always the uke in their relationship. He didn’t mind that at all, but being referred to as a girl constantly made him feel inferior to Ryo somehow.
Scowling Tatsuya banged the side of his fist against a wall.
“Damn you Ryo,” he growled.
He was wondering what he’d say to Ryo tomorrow when a hand circled around his right bicep and yanked him unceremoniously into a side alley and slammed him against a wall, holding him there by pressing against his chest.
As all of this had taken place in the space of around three seconds Tatsuya was a little dazed to say the least, and not a little afraid. He blinked the dizziness from his eyes and felt his jaw drop.
“Ryo!? What the hell!?” Ryo gave him a small smile.
“You’re so predictable Tatsuya,” he said simply. Tatsuya thanked the dim light in the alley for hiding his embarrassed blush. So Ryo had realised he’d walk a different route home…
“What do you want Ryo?” he asked angrily. Ryo sighed and dropped his hand from Tatsuya’s chest.
“I’m sorry,” he said. Tatsuya blinked, he hadn’t been expecting that.
“What?”
“I said I’m sorry,” Ryo ran a hand through his hair and looked away uneasily.
“No…I heard you I just…why?” Ryo looked at him, confused.
“Huh?”
“Why, tell me why you’re sorry,” Tatsuya straightened up and folded his arms. Ryo blinked at him.
“I don’t mean to treat you like a girl Tatsuya, I’m sorry I make you feel bad when I call you a princess or tell you you’re pretty,” Tatsuya’s frown lifted and he unfolded his arms as he watched Ryo stumble through his apology.
“Please understand Tatsuya, I don’t call you princess because I think you’re feminine, or because I see you as a girl, and-” he added seeing Tatsuya’s expression.
“And, I don’t do it because I want to be with a girl, don’t ever think that, I want to be with you,” Tatsuya sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Ryo stepped forwards and cupped Tatsuya’s face in both hands.
“I love you Tatsuya, I’m sorry, okay?” Tatsuya couldn’t help but smile at that.
“I know, I love you too,” he said and closed the distance left between them and caught Ryo’s mouth with his own. Though slightly surprised by Tatsuya’s sudden fervour Ryo kissed him back, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him closer. As he tilted his head, deepening their kiss and moaning into Tatsuya’s mouth, he pressed them closer to the wall, his right hand trailing from Tatsuya’s waist to his hip and still lower.
Registering Ryo’s wandering hand and his obvious intentions Tatsuya smirked against his mouth and pulled back, reaching down and catching Ryo’s hand in his.
“Oh no you don’t,” he whispered, and in an instant had flipped their positions, pressing Ryo’s back against the wall, pressing himself against Ryo’s body, his leg pushed between Ryo’s. He clasped both Ryo’s wrists in his hands and pinned them to the wall on either side of Ryo’s head while Ryo blinked at him in shock.
“Tatsuya, what-?” Tatsuya gave him a feral grin that sent a shiver up his spine and through his scalp and he swallowed, hard.
“You wanted this here, right?” Tatsuya’s eyes glittered, his voice was low and thick and the smirk he gave Ryo then was sly, almost evil.
“You did, you were thinking you’d take me right here, up against this wall, make me scream in this alleyway where anyone could happen on us and see just how completely you’d make me fall apart, am I right?” Ryo stared open mouthed at his boyfriend. He didn’t remember ever hearing him talking like that…it was hot, maddeningly hot, he hadn’t ever wanted to touch Tatsuya quite so badly, except his hands were pinned to a wall.
He flexed his wrists in Tatsuya’s grip but his princess was stronger than he seemed. Feeling Ryo’s struggle Tatsuya glanced at his hands and smirked again.
“Oh? Something you want Ryo?” still smirking Tatsuya re-gripped Ryo’s right wrist and brought his hand to his chest. At the first touch of his hand against Tatsuya’s chest Ryo’s breath hitched. Tatsuya smirked and led his hand further down his chest to his stomach and over his hip, before shoving it roughly against the wall again.
Ryo winced as his hand hit the bricks and Tatsuya smirked.
“Interesting to be in such a different position, no?” Ryo took a deep breath, already feeling the intoxicating gathering of heat below his stomach, and looked into Tatsuya’s eyes, his own darkened with need and want and impatience.
“Tatsuya, if you’re not going to let go of me, do something,” he growled, his voice slightly quivering.
Tatsuya grinned at this and, instead of answering, pressed his body flush against Ryo’s, tilting his head to kiss his neck and grinding his thigh against Ryo’s crotch. At this Ryo moaned helplessly, his hands clenching and relaxing against the brick wall. His breathing quickened and Tatsuya smirked, feeling Ryo’s chest moving against his and began to roll his hips, crushing their crotches close, rhythmically, drowning Ryo in delicious friction, raising the pitch of his moans on octave or two.
Ryo barely seemed to notice when Tatsuya moved his wrists over his head to hold them in one hand, allowing him to drag his right hand over his chest, down his stomach and up under his shirt, tracing the definition of his stomach muscles and up again to his chest where he closed one nipple between his fingers and pinched hard, twisting as he did so.
Ryo arched into the touch, his head pressing back against the wall as he gasped. Blinking furiously, trying to focus his vision he looked at Tatsuya’s face again, which looked slightly less devious now and a lot more…hungry .
“Let go of my hands,” Ryo said, his voice shaking more obviously now.
“Why? I like you like this, helpless under me…” Tatsuya leaned in again, flicking his tongue against the skin behind Ryo’s ear, resuming the rough grinding of his hips against Ryo’s. Ryo groaned in response and squirmed, wanting more friction, more sensation, more Tatsuya.
“Ah, Tatsuya, p-please, let - ah! - let go of my hands!” Ryo finally spat out his sentence, writhing against his boyfriend’s body uselessly. His breath began to come in short desperate pants when the hand on his chest slid down to cup his crotch, hard.
Ryo’s eyes snapped open and he tipped his head back harshly against the wall, staring blind and wide-eyed up at the night sky, a low, choked moan tearing out of his throat. Taking some small measure of pity on him Tatsuya let go of his wrists, pressing harder against the bulge in his jeans and curling his now free hand around the back of Ryo’s neck, threading his fingers through the short hair there and tilting his head at a new, more dizzying angle as he kissed him.
Ryo’s moans bled into each other, changing octaves constantly as his arms dropped from the wall to wrap around Tatsuya’s neck. The hand at his crotch was driving him insane. Panting between kisses he pulled Tatsuya closer until their bodies were so close he could feel the other’s heartbeat through his clothes.
He was about to snap - albeit needily and with a shaking voice - at Tatsuya to do something again when the hand at his crotch suddenly, and surprisingly deftly, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down his thighs before doing the same with his own, shoving at both their clothes until they were completely off their legs, leaving Ryo in sneakers and him in sandals.
Ignoring Ryo’s hands reaching for him again Tatsuya yanked Ryo’s shirt over his head before crushing their bodies back together.
Ryo felt a crimson blush flood his cheeks as he remembered where they were, they were only about ten feet from the entrance to the alley and he had no idea what was at the other end of it, but as he was considering voicing this slight worry Tatsuya closed his left hand around the hottest part of his body and his thoughts evaporated as his legs trembled. The only reason he was still upright was because Tatsuya was leaning so heavily into him. He was, however, dimly aware that so far he was the one receiving all the attention, so following this thought he lifted a shaking hand to return Tatsuya’s favour.
He was instantly rewarded by a rough gasp and Tatsuya’s forehead resting against his.
“Decided to join in properly did we?” he asked, his voice just a little too ragged to be properly coy. Not waiting for an answer he raised his other hand to Ryo’s mouth, pressing against them against his lips.
“Do a good job, it’s the only lubrication you’ll get,” he said breathlessly, Ryo’s hand was doing a serious number of his powers of speech. He bit his lip when Ryo closed his mouth around three fingers, swirling his tongue around them.
For a moment Tatsuya just listened to their mixed heavy breathing and lost himself in the delicious sensations Ryo’s hand was bestowing on him, them Ryo let go of his fingers. Tatsuya carefully nudged Ryo’s legs further apart and reached down between them. Pausing he looked up and met Ryo’s eyes.
“This might hurt,” was his only warning before he shoved two fingers in at once.
“Fuck! Ah…shit,” Ryo screwed up his eyes and threw his head back against the wall, his hands now useless for anything besides clawing at Tatsuya’s shoulders through his shirt. Tatsuya kissed him and lapped at his neck to calm him, returning his other hand to Ryo’s chest.
Proceeding with the task at hand he scissored his fingers for a moment before adding a third and pushing them a little deeper. Ryo gasped and bit his lip but when he opened his eyes Tatsuya could see that pain was not all he felt and he smirked again, returning his mouth to Ryo’s neck, feeling his arms go around his shoulders. Twisting his fingers at a different angle Tatsuya smiled in satisfaction when Ryo’s body gave a sudden jerk against him and his eyes widened.
“Uh, Ta-Tatsu-ahh!” Ryo’s brain was sparking in his head, leaving him unable to voice a coherent thought, the only thing he seemed capable of now doing was pushing down harder on Tatsuya’s hand. Just seeing Ryo like this, how he’d never seen him before, Tatsuya had to bite down hard on his lip, holding himself back from moving too fast. It had been a long time since he’d topped anyone and he’d forgotten the power rush that came with it.
Ryo’s fingers suddenly curled into Tatsuya’s hair and wrenched his head up to look at him, forcing him to meet his burning eyes.
“Now, Tatsuya please, do it already!” Tatsuya closed the gap between them, mashing their mouths together as he lifted Ryo off the ground, slamming his back into the wall and feeling Ryo’s legs wind around his hips. With no further warning he lowered Ryo down a little, thrusting up at the same time, until he was in to the hilt.
“Ahhh! Oh God…” Ryo’s voice couldn’t have shaken any harder. He pressed his head into Tatsuya’s neck, willing his body to relax around the sudden intrusion, dimly wondering if this was exactly how Tatsuya usually felt every time
Tatsuya stilled in shock as he felt the already swirling heat in his stomach rage into a crashing maelstrom.
“Fuck, Jesus Ryo, you’re so tight, shit…ahh…” Ryo groaned something unintelligible and Tatsuya bit back a whimper.
“Christ Ryo, you’re too…ugh…fucking relax,” Tatsuya bit on Ryo’s shoulder, which only had Ryo gasping and squirming against him, but when he did, that same shock of electric sensation shot up his spine and radiated out to the tips of his fingers and he groaned into Tatsuya’s ear, making him shudder with want.
“Tatsuya, move,” Ryo muttered. Tatsuya started to shift a little.
“I don’t know that I can control myself if I do,” Tatsuya warned him breathlessly, inwardly applauding himself for the coherent sentence. Ryo shivered at his words and found Tatsuya’s mouth with his own.
“Tatsuya…I need you…to move,” he breathed. At that Tatsuya covered Ryo’s mouth with his own and pulled out slowly before slamming back in, swallowing Ryo’s moan as he set up a harder rhythm.
Ryo was lost, his head was swimming, he couldn’t remember anything feeling this good, Tatsuya had managed to make him fall apart utterly and completely, and it felt amazing.
“H-Harder,” he moaned without thinking, screwing up his eyes and moaning loudly when Tatsuya complied. Feeling his mind haze and the tight hot sensation mount in his groin Tatsuya’s thrusts began to lose all rhythm, snaking a hand between them to take Ryo in hand, he simultaneously lowered his mouth to Ryo’s chest, clamping his nipple between his teeth.
Ryo all but yelped and threw his head back, tangling his fingers in Tatsuya’s hair.
“Ah! Ta-Tatsuya, uhn, don’t do that!” Tatsuya grinned against his chest, biting down again.
“Ahhh! Tatsuya, please, I can’t…ah…I can’t…” he trailed off into incoherency. Tatsuya kissed his collar bone and leaned up to whisper in his ear, understanding his meaning.
“Then don’t,” he hissed, and leaned back down, moving his hand faster, thrusting hard and biting on Ryo’s over-sensitized nipple all at once. Ryo threw his head back, all but screaming his climax at the sky.
Feeling Ryo’s already impossibly tight muscles constrict around him Tatsuya’s breath hitched and he moaned into Ryo’s neck as his own shattering climaxed engulfed him.
After a moment Tatsuya’s legs felt like they couldn’t hold both of them up anymore and he slid out of Ryo and lowered them both to the ground, sitting beside his spent boyfriend at the foot of the wall.
For a short while they simply sat, breathing hard, their hair plastered to their foreheads with sweat. Eventually Ryo’s eyes fluttered open again and he rolled his head to his right to look at Tatsuya, who was staring up at the sky, his chest heaving under his shirt, his hands pressed against the concrete at his sides.
Ryo reached feebly for his clothes, very slowly pulling them back on, ignoring the slight mess on his stomach. Glancing at Tatsuya again, who was also pulling his jeans back on, he leaned back against the wall again, his breathing still not quite back to normal.
“You’re…” he gave a short, breathless laugh as Tatsuya sat back again, looking over at him.
“You’re…really good at that,” Tatsuya laughed hoarsely and shifted closer to him, leaning his head on Ryo’s shoulder.
“You’ve never done that before have you?” he said with a smirk. Ryo’s cheeked flooded pink and he averted his eyes. Tatsuya grinned.
“Maybe you should do it more often, you’re an incredibly sexy uke,” Ryo shot him a glance and lightly shoved his shoulder. When Tatsuya looked up at him there was a small, satisfied smile on his face.
There was a short silence, then Ryo lifted his arm to wrap around Tatsuya’s shoulders, stroking his hair.
“I’m sorry I called you a girl Tatsuya, I-” but Tatsuya interrupted him.
“I know you didn’t mean it, I’m sorry for overreacting, maybe it isn’t so bad being a princess, if you’re the prince,” Ryo smiled into his hair.
“I know you’re not a girl, I only call you princess because you’re so important to me, I love you,” Tatsuya chuckled softly.
“I know, I love you too Ryo,” after another moment Ryo stood up and offered Tatsuya his hand.
“C’mon, you have work in the morning,” Tatsuya smiled and took the proffered hand.
Emerging from the alleyway Ryo entwined his fingers with Tatsuya’s leading him in the direction of Tatsuya’s apartment. Tatsuya raised an eyebrow in silent question.
“I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself, but I’ll try,” Ryo said with a grin, then he leaned in to Tatsuya’s ear.
“But that sadistic domineering side of you is incredibly hot, I definitely have to see that again,” Tatsuya blushed, but grinned, tightening his hand around Ryo’s, and his eyes glittered.
“Maybe, if you beg for it,” Ryo grinned, until Tatsuya spoke again.
“And if you want to wake up at 8:30am for it,”
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