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So, the fifth round is now done!
The focus of this round were on these really HOT RYO pictures. *___*
I had such a hard time writing! I don't even know why but I think it was the mood of the piece that made it hard. ah well!
Don't forget to check out the stories by the lovely ladies who joined me on this challenge!
jackoweskla | tinyangl | anamuan | tokyostory | saturnianlove | shichihenge | karinberry
Words: 893
Ryo collapsed on the couch, the top buttons of his jeans undone. His arms spread across the back of the couch and head tilted back.
A rough sigh slipped through his lips.
His stomach tightened as a hand slid up, fingers smoothing in between the grooves of his abs. Light and teasing pressure wasn't enough for Ryo. Not until Ryo growled softly did a pair of lips descend, peppering soft kisses.
The waistband of his boxers slipped down lower as a wet tongue traced a trail from his belly button down to the cotton. A soft hand cupped him through the jeans, warm and firm.
Ryo grunted, bringing a hand down to slide into soft hair. His fingers slowly tightened their grip and pressed down. A soft whimper escaped his lips as he felt heat through his boxers, a mouth firmly tracing his cock.
It wasn't until he arched his hips that the jeans and his boxers were tugged down, freeing his hard cock completey.
A soft lap at the tip made him tremble. A husky laugh wafted up to his ears but he refused to open his eyes, knowing that if he did, he would lose control and want it hard and fast. He wanted it to be slow, satisfying a burning ache that had lasted since Countdown.
His hips jerked up slightly, sliding himself deeper into the wet, wet warmth.
A hard suck of the tip and Ryo cried out, jerking up again. He was stopped by a firm hand pushing down on his abs. A moment or two later, he felt himself trembling and crying out Jin's name as he felt firm pressure swirl around him, following a vein or a whim.
Jin's fingers traced a quiet pattern on his skin as his head bobbed, sucking Ryo with a slow relish. He hummed as he sucked, a soft vibration that sent goosebumps all over Ryo's body and made him ache even more.
Finally wanting more, Ryo tugged Jin's hair, pulling him off his cock and up for a sloppy kiss. Wet and musky, Ryo tasted himself on Jin's lips, tasted the carefree desire on Jin's tongue.
Jin kissed back enthusiastically, hands still softly tracing a pattern on smooth skin. He pushed into the kiss, taking more and more control. Ryo gave it to him, wanting the uncomplicated comfort that was Jin. He was tired of putting up a facade in front of crowds and needed time to just be himself. To not think of anything but himself.
Ryo called Jin, unwilling to stay alone in his apartment but wanting someone who was relaxing to be with. Whenever it was just Jin and him, things were fun and interesing but also soothing sometimes. Jin knew what the pressure was like. Everyone in the company did. But Jin knew when to relax and when to stress over the important things, even if he was too self-centered.
And when Jin arrived at Ryo's apartment, he knew exactly how Ryo was feeling.
A dinner of stirfried chicken ("I told you I know how to make it! Good, isn't it?" jin exclaimed. "It's decent enough. Have you been practicing for your husband, Yamapi?" Ryo retorted back.) and beer later, Jin and Ryo were playing cards and chatted idly. Things progressed to cuddling and making and yet, the mood persisted.
Until Jin did that with his tongue and Ryo bucked hard.
Hot and firm, Jin sucked Ryo until he heard soft mumbles of his name, until Ryo restlessly spread his legs wider in a silent invitation, until Ryo yanked on his hair to gaze down at him with need in his dark eyes and hoarsely whispered for more. Jin's eyes smiled back at him. Slick fingers circled Ryo's entrance, sliding in slowly and stretching him as Jin's mouth continued to work Ryo up to a frenzy.
As soon as Ryo was stretched, Jin pushed Ryo back into the couch. He slipped out of his clothes, quick and silent and uncaring of where they landed before slithering up Ryo's warm body. Jin kissed his way up to Ryo's mouth, confident and careful as he positioned himself in between Ryo's legs. Sliding in slowly, Jin pushed against Ryo until he was fully seated and Ryo no longer felt alone.
Ryo bucked up, craving the friction. Jin rocked back, increasing the pace as Ryo continued to demand in breathy words, "Go faster, Jin. Faster."
They moved together, soft grunts and whispered names filling the air. Ryo kept pushing for more, silently taking everything Jin had to give. Soon, the haze of pleasure crashed through him. Jin followed minutes later, unable to help himself against the wicked squeezing of Ryo's ass.
Ryo watched through slitted eyes when Jin came, slow and steady. He watched as Jin settled into post-coital glow, falling to one side of him. Jin kissed his shoulder just as he wrapped an arm around him.
He thought of the silent ache and how it slowly lessened as Jin just offered him a familiar comfort, neither prying nor pushing. But comfortable.
"Ryo-chan's feeling better?" Jin asked in husky tones.
"Why do you ask that?" Ryo said gruffly.
"Because you're not brooding anymore." Jin said slowly, a small smile on his face. "And a brooding Ryo is a Ryo who needs to relax and remember that he's not alone.
The focus of this round were on these really HOT RYO pictures. *___*
I had such a hard time writing! I don't even know why but I think it was the mood of the piece that made it hard. ah well!
Don't forget to check out the stories by the lovely ladies who joined me on this challenge!
jackoweskla | tinyangl | anamuan | tokyostory | saturnianlove | shichihenge | karinberry
Words: 893
Ryo collapsed on the couch, the top buttons of his jeans undone. His arms spread across the back of the couch and head tilted back.
A rough sigh slipped through his lips.
His stomach tightened as a hand slid up, fingers smoothing in between the grooves of his abs. Light and teasing pressure wasn't enough for Ryo. Not until Ryo growled softly did a pair of lips descend, peppering soft kisses.
The waistband of his boxers slipped down lower as a wet tongue traced a trail from his belly button down to the cotton. A soft hand cupped him through the jeans, warm and firm.
Ryo grunted, bringing a hand down to slide into soft hair. His fingers slowly tightened their grip and pressed down. A soft whimper escaped his lips as he felt heat through his boxers, a mouth firmly tracing his cock.
It wasn't until he arched his hips that the jeans and his boxers were tugged down, freeing his hard cock completey.
A soft lap at the tip made him tremble. A husky laugh wafted up to his ears but he refused to open his eyes, knowing that if he did, he would lose control and want it hard and fast. He wanted it to be slow, satisfying a burning ache that had lasted since Countdown.
His hips jerked up slightly, sliding himself deeper into the wet, wet warmth.
A hard suck of the tip and Ryo cried out, jerking up again. He was stopped by a firm hand pushing down on his abs. A moment or two later, he felt himself trembling and crying out Jin's name as he felt firm pressure swirl around him, following a vein or a whim.
Jin's fingers traced a quiet pattern on his skin as his head bobbed, sucking Ryo with a slow relish. He hummed as he sucked, a soft vibration that sent goosebumps all over Ryo's body and made him ache even more.
Finally wanting more, Ryo tugged Jin's hair, pulling him off his cock and up for a sloppy kiss. Wet and musky, Ryo tasted himself on Jin's lips, tasted the carefree desire on Jin's tongue.
Jin kissed back enthusiastically, hands still softly tracing a pattern on smooth skin. He pushed into the kiss, taking more and more control. Ryo gave it to him, wanting the uncomplicated comfort that was Jin. He was tired of putting up a facade in front of crowds and needed time to just be himself. To not think of anything but himself.
Ryo called Jin, unwilling to stay alone in his apartment but wanting someone who was relaxing to be with. Whenever it was just Jin and him, things were fun and interesing but also soothing sometimes. Jin knew what the pressure was like. Everyone in the company did. But Jin knew when to relax and when to stress over the important things, even if he was too self-centered.
And when Jin arrived at Ryo's apartment, he knew exactly how Ryo was feeling.
A dinner of stirfried chicken ("I told you I know how to make it! Good, isn't it?" jin exclaimed. "It's decent enough. Have you been practicing for your husband, Yamapi?" Ryo retorted back.) and beer later, Jin and Ryo were playing cards and chatted idly. Things progressed to cuddling and making and yet, the mood persisted.
Until Jin did that with his tongue and Ryo bucked hard.
Hot and firm, Jin sucked Ryo until he heard soft mumbles of his name, until Ryo restlessly spread his legs wider in a silent invitation, until Ryo yanked on his hair to gaze down at him with need in his dark eyes and hoarsely whispered for more. Jin's eyes smiled back at him. Slick fingers circled Ryo's entrance, sliding in slowly and stretching him as Jin's mouth continued to work Ryo up to a frenzy.
As soon as Ryo was stretched, Jin pushed Ryo back into the couch. He slipped out of his clothes, quick and silent and uncaring of where they landed before slithering up Ryo's warm body. Jin kissed his way up to Ryo's mouth, confident and careful as he positioned himself in between Ryo's legs. Sliding in slowly, Jin pushed against Ryo until he was fully seated and Ryo no longer felt alone.
Ryo bucked up, craving the friction. Jin rocked back, increasing the pace as Ryo continued to demand in breathy words, "Go faster, Jin. Faster."
They moved together, soft grunts and whispered names filling the air. Ryo kept pushing for more, silently taking everything Jin had to give. Soon, the haze of pleasure crashed through him. Jin followed minutes later, unable to help himself against the wicked squeezing of Ryo's ass.
Ryo watched through slitted eyes when Jin came, slow and steady. He watched as Jin settled into post-coital glow, falling to one side of him. Jin kissed his shoulder just as he wrapped an arm around him.
He thought of the silent ache and how it slowly lessened as Jin just offered him a familiar comfort, neither prying nor pushing. But comfortable.
"Ryo-chan's feeling better?" Jin asked in husky tones.
"Why do you ask that?" Ryo said gruffly.
"Because you're not brooding anymore." Jin said slowly, a small smile on his face. "And a brooding Ryo is a Ryo who needs to relax and remember that he's not alone.