One-shot: Getting it right
Title: Getting it right
Pairing: Ryo, Ueda
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Written for the prompt, 5 times Ryo and Ueda try to get it on but get interrupted and the one time they don't. Ryo decides he and Ueda should have sex. Only he seems to have no clue how to do it right. ;D
Notes: 2724 words, written for RyoDa-thon, prompt no. 5, the master post is here
Thanks to goldfreckled for a quick read through.
“I think we should have sex,“ Ryo says, staring as Ueda changes after rehearsal. He rocks on his heels until Ueda turns around and eyes him. He makes a step forward then and grabs Ryo by his collar.
“Really?” he breathes against his lips. “Don't see a reason why,” he adds.
Ryo thinks Ueda is lying.
“Ryo-chan, come on, I am parched and really need that beer,” Jin shouts and strolls closer, grabbing Ryo's shoulder. “What are you doing in my ex-band's dressing room? Did you get lost?”
Ueda lets go of Ryo's t-shirt though he doesn't seem to hurry much. Jin gives Ueda a “yo,” winks at Ryo and then drags him away.
*
“So have you thought of a reason?” Ueda asks Ryo on the phone a week later.
Ryo doesn't question how Ueda knows his number. He covers his mouth so that no one can hear him and hides himself in the corner of the practice room.
“I'm hot and you want me,” he says. “Where are you? Are you thinking of me?” he asks, not stopping long enough to let Ueda even snort into the phone.
“Someone's eager,” Ueda chuckles.
“You haven't hung up yet,” Ryo points out. “I'm waiting for people to get back from lunch. There's just Hina here, but he's sleeping. And . . . I'm thinking of you,” he lowers his voice.
“I'm at home,” Ueda says slowly. “And I'm okay with you getting off to my voice, I guess,” he continues.
Ryo groans silently, shifting so he can touch himself, “Yeah, but you have to moan for me,” he says.
Ueda hears a bang on the other side of the phone then Ryo is swearing.
“Go away,” he's saying.
Ueda hangs up.
*
“We just need a secluded area,” Ryo says as he's pulling at Ueda's sleeve, baring his shoulder completely.
“Have I ever said I wanted to have sex with you?” Ueda is asking, but he keeps up with Ryo's fast walking. He doesn't want his t-shirt ripped off of him in bright day light in the middle of a hallway.
“Stop lying to yourself, Ueda. You want me as much as I want you.”
“Did you eat something strange? Did Jin bring you something from States?”
“Ueda,” Ryo stops walking, grabs a door handle and turns around while opening the door, “just shut up and get in.”
Ueda's back collides with the wall, and Ryo is in his face the moment he closes the door.
“You didn't lock that,” Ueda breathes out when Ryo latches his mouth to his throat, his hands already under his shirt. “Anyone could come in.”
Ryo whines and looks up. “Who on earth would come into a janitor's closet?” he asks and bites Ueda's bottom lip. Ueda's hands shoot to Ryo's hips and almost pull him closer.
The door opens abruptly and the light gets turned on.
“Janitor?” Ueda asks, and he is laughing, even if it's a little breathless. Ryo bolts to the door, almost knocking the poor old man over and running away without stopping.
*
“Where did this come from? Just tell me,” Ueda hisses into Ryo's ears, sliding to sit next to him on a sofa to the side from a colorful shooting set. All lights are on the set, and they sit in the dark, ignored by the staff running around.
“It doesn't matter. You came to find me, so clearly I'm not the only one getting pretty desperate,” Ryo replies smugly.
“You are getting desperate?” Ueda asks. Ryo elbows his side and says nothing.
“I came here with Nakamaru because we are on a break, and he said Massu is having a photo-shoot in the building as well. I didn't know you'd be here. Plus, in case you didn't notice, there are people all around us,” Ueda bites out after a moment but doesn't move to sit further away from Ryo, their thighs pressed together.
“Unfortunately I did. They should all go away.” Ryo glares.
“I still wouldn't do it with you,” Ueda says stubbornly.
Ryo snorts and slides his hand between Ueda's legs. “I could do you here and you'd beg,” he says, shifting slightly to the side and lower so that he is talking right against Ueda's neck, blowing soft puffs of air up his hairline as his hand massages Ueda's inseam.
“You don't have the guts,” Ueda whispers, and his own hand shoots to Ryo's thigh, nails digging into the flesh above his knee.
“Hey guys, let's go to lunch!” Massu says from behind them at that moment and jumps onto the sofa, effectively placing himself in between Ryo and Ueda. They barely manage to get their hands out of the way so they don't get them broken.
Ueda smiles at Massu while Ryo harrumphs, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Sure, I'm hungry,” Ueda replies for both of them. Massu runs off to pick up his wallet, and Ueda gets up.
“Stop sulking. He saved your pride,” he says to Ryo. The other just pouts a little harder.
“That's not sexy,” Ueda concludes, laughing again, and walks away.
*
Ryo opens the door to the emergency staircase and fist pumps when he sees Ueda sitting there. Only then he clears his throat to make his presence known.
“Are you stalking me now?” Ueda asks, amused, but moves to the side so Ryo can sit next to him.
“What if I said yes?” Ryo asks, his fingers already brushing Ueda's hair away.
“Why?”
“You keep asking that. Can't you just have a little fun with me?” Ryo wants to sound playful, but it comes out as a whine instead.
Ueda turns to the side, looks Ryo right into his eyes but doesn't move any further, doesn't pull away from Ryo's touch behind his ear, nor does he lean into it.
“Okay, so I might have gone to your concert because I was curious. And I saw you on TV right after and then again, and you are cute when you try so hard. And . . . and next time I passed you by somewhere you had some stupid cologne on and you smelled good. You still do, and then I just liked to look at you. You are kind of interesting sometimes. Maybe. Well, I would like to see more I guess, if you know what I mean, so would you stop asking about it?” Ryo's words rush out of him in one breath and he pulls his hands away, looking down at them.
“You have a crush on me,” Ueda says a little incredulous.
“No, I don't. High school girls have crushes. I'm just horny. I just need to try it once, and I'll get over it. And I caught you looking too,” Ryo says at the end, all accusation and complete embarrassment.
“Well you can be hot, sometimes,” Ueda shrugs. If Ryo was looking at him though, he'd see his eyes shining with laughter and just a bit of that want that Ryo is so full of.
But Ryo keeps staring at his hands, so Ueda pokes his cheek. When Ryo finally looks up, he finds Ueda millimeters away.
“I knew it,” Ryo whispers, even manages to sound smug and kisses Ueda. Ueda wants to laugh, but he ends up groaning because Ryo pushes his tongue inside his mouth and pulls at his shirt. When one of Ryo's hands moves under it and over Ueda's stomach muscles, Ueda tries to push Ryo away.
“No running away this time,” Ryo mumbles as he starts kissing down Ueda's neck.
“It's not that but―,”
Ryo shuts him up with a kiss and moves to straddle Ueda. He surprises him, and Ueda shifts back. They both moan at the motion and Ryo kind of likes it, grinds his hips into Ueda's. He's about to tell him how good it feels.
“Tanaka,” he says instead.
Ueda sits up at the name, and Ryo'd fall down the stairs if Ueda didn't grab his ass in the last second, holding him in place.
It makes Ryo groan, because only now they are really pressed together.
This time it is Koki who laughs. “I'm heading back first, Uebo,” he says through his giggles.
“I was trying to tell you. He was going to come find me when the manager returns. My phone died, and I needed a break from Kame.”
Ryo hides his head under Ueda's chin and growls. “This is not working out for me,” he mumbles.
Ueda kisses his hair on impulse then lets him down. “I have to go now,” he says and leaves Ryo to collect himself.
*
Ueda gives Ryo a peace sign and a wide smile when Ryo opens his front door and his mouth falls open.
“You know, you were pretty cute chasing after me, but you really didn't try all that much outside of work. Did you? I really am not much into sex in public places,” Ueda says and invites himself in.
“Jin, out!” Ryo shouts into the living room, and Jin obeys surprisingly easily.
“Hi Uebo,” he says, and when he is in the doorway he waves. “You are welcome!” he shouts and Ryo is not sure to whom he is saying that.
But he shuts the door on him immediately and hurries inside, seeing as Ueda passed his living room without a glance. He is already shirtless.
Ryo catches up with him when Ueda stops in front of a pair of doors.
“Ah, this would've been cooler if I'd known which one is your bedroom,” he says to Ryo.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Ryo says but hurries to open the door, pulling Ueda with him.
“Did you lock your front door?” Ueda taunts as Ryo strips out of his clothes.
“You bet,” Ryo breathes out when Ueda's jeans fall to the ground too.
Then Ueda pushes Ryo down onto his own bed and Ryo swears. Ueda straddles his hips and leans down to pull at Ryo's lower lip. Ryo whimpers and pushes his hips up, feeling sorry he didn't manage to get his boxers off as well.
Then Ueda is sucking on his lip and on his tongue, and Ryo is reaching for him, his fingers running down Ueda's chest, twisting a nipple then dipping them into his navel and finally settling them underneath the waist band of Ueda's underwear. Ueda hums in approval and kisses Ryo harder, his breath hitching when Ryo's right hand moves to squeeze his ass and the slides into his underwear. Ueda rolls his hips, and Ryo pushes up against him.
“Fuck yes,” Ryo drawls out when Ueda's lips let up, moving slowly over his jaw, neck and finally sucking at a spot below his collarbone. He keeps palming Ueda's cock and Ueda is soon moaning and writhing on top of him.
“Stop, or I'll come,” he whispers into Ryo's ear when he drags his lips there. Ryo really wouldn’t mind but-
“I want you to ride me,” he says, his hand stopping and pulling out of Ueda's underwear to take it off. He wriggles out of his own when Ueda lifts up a little.
“Aren't you just a little too demanding?” Ueda asks, but his voice is deep and his chest is rising and falling all too quickly, tips of his hair already a bit wet from sweat. His licks his lips and Ryo grabs his hips.
“Move up,” he mumbles and makes Ueda lift up again. Ueda hesitates but moans when he feels Ryo sliding down between his legs. Ryo manages to point at his drawer, and Ueda leans over to grab the lube he finds there. Ryo doesn't really let Ueda lean all the way up and holds his hip in his reach.
Soon enough, Ryo's licking at the tip of Ueda's cock. Ueda's watching him with narrowed eyes, his left hand gripping Ryo's shoulder as he holds himself up that way. Ryo gives Ueda's cock one quick stroke before he takes him into his mouth, lips tight around him as he falls down and lets Ueda do the rest. Ueda pushes forward and leans over Ryo more, his left hand moving from his shoulder to splay next to his ear. Ryo's hands run over Ueda's ass and he is scrambling for the lube, coating his fingers and pushing one inside Ueda, just as Ueda rolls his hips in a particularly vicious circle.
“Fuck,” Ueda groans, and Ryo knows he has to hurry up, adding a second and third finger all too quickly, scissoring them and pressing them deep as Ueda moves between his mouth and his fingers, head thrown back, neck straining and Ryo is moaning around Ueda's cock, his own aching as he sees all of Ueda's defined muscles move and strain. Then Ueda's thighs squeeze him and Ueda's next moan is louder and deeper. Ryo pulls his fingers away, pushing Ueda up and away from his mouth.
Ueda is a whimpering and shivering mess and he doesn't protest anymore as Ryo makes him straddle his hips again. He quickly slicks his own cock with lube and groans when Ueda grips the base and slowly sinks down onto his lap, so tight, hot and perfect.
Ryo tries to lean up, but Ueda pushes his palm against Ryo's chest and rolls his hips tentatively.
“You are so fucking hot,” Ryo gasps, running his hands up Ueda's sides while Ueda tries to move up a little.
Ueda licks his lips, maybe tries to say something. Before he can, though, he shifts and Ryo's hips thrust up all of their own, and Ueda ends up moaning obscenely. He rises higher and falls deeper afterward, letting Ryo meet him halfway, and eventually falling forward, finding Ryo's lips, biting and pulling at them as Ryo starts pushing up faster and harder. Ueda's cock brushes against Ryo's stomach and he can feel it wet with precome and maybe still his own saliva.
“Harder,” Ueda mumbles, and Ryo pushes him up again.
“Together,” he mumbles and grips Ueda's hips, helps him move, then speeds up too, watching in amazement as Ueda falls apart above him when he hits him just right almost every time they meet after that. Ryo is too close. Ueda still looking at him, his eyes full of need and his lips swollen and so red doesn't really help, so Ryo lets go of one of Ueda's hips and starts stroking his cock, fist tight around him, thumb brushing the head on every upstroke.
Ueda arches more, and one of his hands find Ryo's thigh behind him, nails sinking into it. Ryo comes just like that, Ueda squeezing his orgasm out of him right before his own washes over him and he spills over Ryo's fingers.
Ryo feels pretty boneless, but he manages to help Ueda slip off and make him lie next to him. He grabs some tissues and cleans them while Ueda watches him intently, staring like he can see right through him.
“So, you are not horny anymore,” he says when Ryo finally looks at him and can't help but push the damp hair out of Ueda's eyes.
“Hmmm . . .”
“What kind of answer is that?” Ueda asks, but his voice is hoarse and he looks so well fucked that there's no way Ryo could take his anger seriously.
“Your questions are obnoxious,” he says and pulls Ueda closer so that he can cover them with a blanket.
“But I got you laid, something you failed terribly at for a few weeks now,” Ueda mumbles and curls himself against Ryo's chest.
“Well I might still have a crush,” Ryo murmurs into Ueda's hair.
“That's good,” Ueda whispers and squeezes Ryo's hip. He is asleep in the next second. Ryo follows only after he does a little victory dance in his head.
end
Manage Investment
A/N:I haven't written a fic in one sitting in forever. But I missed those too and well figured I could write a quick PWP. Well that turned out a bit differently, but I hope you enjoy my late night crazy.
Comments? Edit? Problems with the fact Ueda has hair in this? ;D
Pairing: Ryo, Ueda
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Written for the prompt, 5 times Ryo and Ueda try to get it on but get interrupted and the one time they don't. Ryo decides he and Ueda should have sex. Only he seems to have no clue how to do it right. ;D
Notes: 2724 words, written for RyoDa-thon, prompt no. 5, the master post is here
Thanks to goldfreckled for a quick read through.
“I think we should have sex,“ Ryo says, staring as Ueda changes after rehearsal. He rocks on his heels until Ueda turns around and eyes him. He makes a step forward then and grabs Ryo by his collar.
“Really?” he breathes against his lips. “Don't see a reason why,” he adds.
Ryo thinks Ueda is lying.
“Ryo-chan, come on, I am parched and really need that beer,” Jin shouts and strolls closer, grabbing Ryo's shoulder. “What are you doing in my ex-band's dressing room? Did you get lost?”
Ueda lets go of Ryo's t-shirt though he doesn't seem to hurry much. Jin gives Ueda a “yo,” winks at Ryo and then drags him away.
*
“So have you thought of a reason?” Ueda asks Ryo on the phone a week later.
Ryo doesn't question how Ueda knows his number. He covers his mouth so that no one can hear him and hides himself in the corner of the practice room.
“I'm hot and you want me,” he says. “Where are you? Are you thinking of me?” he asks, not stopping long enough to let Ueda even snort into the phone.
“Someone's eager,” Ueda chuckles.
“You haven't hung up yet,” Ryo points out. “I'm waiting for people to get back from lunch. There's just Hina here, but he's sleeping. And . . . I'm thinking of you,” he lowers his voice.
“I'm at home,” Ueda says slowly. “And I'm okay with you getting off to my voice, I guess,” he continues.
Ryo groans silently, shifting so he can touch himself, “Yeah, but you have to moan for me,” he says.
Ueda hears a bang on the other side of the phone then Ryo is swearing.
“Go away,” he's saying.
Ueda hangs up.
*
“We just need a secluded area,” Ryo says as he's pulling at Ueda's sleeve, baring his shoulder completely.
“Have I ever said I wanted to have sex with you?” Ueda is asking, but he keeps up with Ryo's fast walking. He doesn't want his t-shirt ripped off of him in bright day light in the middle of a hallway.
“Stop lying to yourself, Ueda. You want me as much as I want you.”
“Did you eat something strange? Did Jin bring you something from States?”
“Ueda,” Ryo stops walking, grabs a door handle and turns around while opening the door, “just shut up and get in.”
Ueda's back collides with the wall, and Ryo is in his face the moment he closes the door.
“You didn't lock that,” Ueda breathes out when Ryo latches his mouth to his throat, his hands already under his shirt. “Anyone could come in.”
Ryo whines and looks up. “Who on earth would come into a janitor's closet?” he asks and bites Ueda's bottom lip. Ueda's hands shoot to Ryo's hips and almost pull him closer.
The door opens abruptly and the light gets turned on.
“Janitor?” Ueda asks, and he is laughing, even if it's a little breathless. Ryo bolts to the door, almost knocking the poor old man over and running away without stopping.
*
“Where did this come from? Just tell me,” Ueda hisses into Ryo's ears, sliding to sit next to him on a sofa to the side from a colorful shooting set. All lights are on the set, and they sit in the dark, ignored by the staff running around.
“It doesn't matter. You came to find me, so clearly I'm not the only one getting pretty desperate,” Ryo replies smugly.
“You are getting desperate?” Ueda asks. Ryo elbows his side and says nothing.
“I came here with Nakamaru because we are on a break, and he said Massu is having a photo-shoot in the building as well. I didn't know you'd be here. Plus, in case you didn't notice, there are people all around us,” Ueda bites out after a moment but doesn't move to sit further away from Ryo, their thighs pressed together.
“Unfortunately I did. They should all go away.” Ryo glares.
“I still wouldn't do it with you,” Ueda says stubbornly.
Ryo snorts and slides his hand between Ueda's legs. “I could do you here and you'd beg,” he says, shifting slightly to the side and lower so that he is talking right against Ueda's neck, blowing soft puffs of air up his hairline as his hand massages Ueda's inseam.
“You don't have the guts,” Ueda whispers, and his own hand shoots to Ryo's thigh, nails digging into the flesh above his knee.
“Hey guys, let's go to lunch!” Massu says from behind them at that moment and jumps onto the sofa, effectively placing himself in between Ryo and Ueda. They barely manage to get their hands out of the way so they don't get them broken.
Ueda smiles at Massu while Ryo harrumphs, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Sure, I'm hungry,” Ueda replies for both of them. Massu runs off to pick up his wallet, and Ueda gets up.
“Stop sulking. He saved your pride,” he says to Ryo. The other just pouts a little harder.
“That's not sexy,” Ueda concludes, laughing again, and walks away.
*
Ryo opens the door to the emergency staircase and fist pumps when he sees Ueda sitting there. Only then he clears his throat to make his presence known.
“Are you stalking me now?” Ueda asks, amused, but moves to the side so Ryo can sit next to him.
“What if I said yes?” Ryo asks, his fingers already brushing Ueda's hair away.
“Why?”
“You keep asking that. Can't you just have a little fun with me?” Ryo wants to sound playful, but it comes out as a whine instead.
Ueda turns to the side, looks Ryo right into his eyes but doesn't move any further, doesn't pull away from Ryo's touch behind his ear, nor does he lean into it.
“Okay, so I might have gone to your concert because I was curious. And I saw you on TV right after and then again, and you are cute when you try so hard. And . . . and next time I passed you by somewhere you had some stupid cologne on and you smelled good. You still do, and then I just liked to look at you. You are kind of interesting sometimes. Maybe. Well, I would like to see more I guess, if you know what I mean, so would you stop asking about it?” Ryo's words rush out of him in one breath and he pulls his hands away, looking down at them.
“You have a crush on me,” Ueda says a little incredulous.
“No, I don't. High school girls have crushes. I'm just horny. I just need to try it once, and I'll get over it. And I caught you looking too,” Ryo says at the end, all accusation and complete embarrassment.
“Well you can be hot, sometimes,” Ueda shrugs. If Ryo was looking at him though, he'd see his eyes shining with laughter and just a bit of that want that Ryo is so full of.
But Ryo keeps staring at his hands, so Ueda pokes his cheek. When Ryo finally looks up, he finds Ueda millimeters away.
“I knew it,” Ryo whispers, even manages to sound smug and kisses Ueda. Ueda wants to laugh, but he ends up groaning because Ryo pushes his tongue inside his mouth and pulls at his shirt. When one of Ryo's hands moves under it and over Ueda's stomach muscles, Ueda tries to push Ryo away.
“No running away this time,” Ryo mumbles as he starts kissing down Ueda's neck.
“It's not that but―,”
Ryo shuts him up with a kiss and moves to straddle Ueda. He surprises him, and Ueda shifts back. They both moan at the motion and Ryo kind of likes it, grinds his hips into Ueda's. He's about to tell him how good it feels.
“Tanaka,” he says instead.
Ueda sits up at the name, and Ryo'd fall down the stairs if Ueda didn't grab his ass in the last second, holding him in place.
It makes Ryo groan, because only now they are really pressed together.
This time it is Koki who laughs. “I'm heading back first, Uebo,” he says through his giggles.
“I was trying to tell you. He was going to come find me when the manager returns. My phone died, and I needed a break from Kame.”
Ryo hides his head under Ueda's chin and growls. “This is not working out for me,” he mumbles.
Ueda kisses his hair on impulse then lets him down. “I have to go now,” he says and leaves Ryo to collect himself.
*
Ueda gives Ryo a peace sign and a wide smile when Ryo opens his front door and his mouth falls open.
“You know, you were pretty cute chasing after me, but you really didn't try all that much outside of work. Did you? I really am not much into sex in public places,” Ueda says and invites himself in.
“Jin, out!” Ryo shouts into the living room, and Jin obeys surprisingly easily.
“Hi Uebo,” he says, and when he is in the doorway he waves. “You are welcome!” he shouts and Ryo is not sure to whom he is saying that.
But he shuts the door on him immediately and hurries inside, seeing as Ueda passed his living room without a glance. He is already shirtless.
Ryo catches up with him when Ueda stops in front of a pair of doors.
“Ah, this would've been cooler if I'd known which one is your bedroom,” he says to Ryo.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Ryo says but hurries to open the door, pulling Ueda with him.
“Did you lock your front door?” Ueda taunts as Ryo strips out of his clothes.
“You bet,” Ryo breathes out when Ueda's jeans fall to the ground too.
Then Ueda pushes Ryo down onto his own bed and Ryo swears. Ueda straddles his hips and leans down to pull at Ryo's lower lip. Ryo whimpers and pushes his hips up, feeling sorry he didn't manage to get his boxers off as well.
Then Ueda is sucking on his lip and on his tongue, and Ryo is reaching for him, his fingers running down Ueda's chest, twisting a nipple then dipping them into his navel and finally settling them underneath the waist band of Ueda's underwear. Ueda hums in approval and kisses Ryo harder, his breath hitching when Ryo's right hand moves to squeeze his ass and the slides into his underwear. Ueda rolls his hips, and Ryo pushes up against him.
“Fuck yes,” Ryo drawls out when Ueda's lips let up, moving slowly over his jaw, neck and finally sucking at a spot below his collarbone. He keeps palming Ueda's cock and Ueda is soon moaning and writhing on top of him.
“Stop, or I'll come,” he whispers into Ryo's ear when he drags his lips there. Ryo really wouldn’t mind but-
“I want you to ride me,” he says, his hand stopping and pulling out of Ueda's underwear to take it off. He wriggles out of his own when Ueda lifts up a little.
“Aren't you just a little too demanding?” Ueda asks, but his voice is deep and his chest is rising and falling all too quickly, tips of his hair already a bit wet from sweat. His licks his lips and Ryo grabs his hips.
“Move up,” he mumbles and makes Ueda lift up again. Ueda hesitates but moans when he feels Ryo sliding down between his legs. Ryo manages to point at his drawer, and Ueda leans over to grab the lube he finds there. Ryo doesn't really let Ueda lean all the way up and holds his hip in his reach.
Soon enough, Ryo's licking at the tip of Ueda's cock. Ueda's watching him with narrowed eyes, his left hand gripping Ryo's shoulder as he holds himself up that way. Ryo gives Ueda's cock one quick stroke before he takes him into his mouth, lips tight around him as he falls down and lets Ueda do the rest. Ueda pushes forward and leans over Ryo more, his left hand moving from his shoulder to splay next to his ear. Ryo's hands run over Ueda's ass and he is scrambling for the lube, coating his fingers and pushing one inside Ueda, just as Ueda rolls his hips in a particularly vicious circle.
“Fuck,” Ueda groans, and Ryo knows he has to hurry up, adding a second and third finger all too quickly, scissoring them and pressing them deep as Ueda moves between his mouth and his fingers, head thrown back, neck straining and Ryo is moaning around Ueda's cock, his own aching as he sees all of Ueda's defined muscles move and strain. Then Ueda's thighs squeeze him and Ueda's next moan is louder and deeper. Ryo pulls his fingers away, pushing Ueda up and away from his mouth.
Ueda is a whimpering and shivering mess and he doesn't protest anymore as Ryo makes him straddle his hips again. He quickly slicks his own cock with lube and groans when Ueda grips the base and slowly sinks down onto his lap, so tight, hot and perfect.
Ryo tries to lean up, but Ueda pushes his palm against Ryo's chest and rolls his hips tentatively.
“You are so fucking hot,” Ryo gasps, running his hands up Ueda's sides while Ueda tries to move up a little.
Ueda licks his lips, maybe tries to say something. Before he can, though, he shifts and Ryo's hips thrust up all of their own, and Ueda ends up moaning obscenely. He rises higher and falls deeper afterward, letting Ryo meet him halfway, and eventually falling forward, finding Ryo's lips, biting and pulling at them as Ryo starts pushing up faster and harder. Ueda's cock brushes against Ryo's stomach and he can feel it wet with precome and maybe still his own saliva.
“Harder,” Ueda mumbles, and Ryo pushes him up again.
“Together,” he mumbles and grips Ueda's hips, helps him move, then speeds up too, watching in amazement as Ueda falls apart above him when he hits him just right almost every time they meet after that. Ryo is too close. Ueda still looking at him, his eyes full of need and his lips swollen and so red doesn't really help, so Ryo lets go of one of Ueda's hips and starts stroking his cock, fist tight around him, thumb brushing the head on every upstroke.
Ueda arches more, and one of his hands find Ryo's thigh behind him, nails sinking into it. Ryo comes just like that, Ueda squeezing his orgasm out of him right before his own washes over him and he spills over Ryo's fingers.
Ryo feels pretty boneless, but he manages to help Ueda slip off and make him lie next to him. He grabs some tissues and cleans them while Ueda watches him intently, staring like he can see right through him.
“So, you are not horny anymore,” he says when Ryo finally looks at him and can't help but push the damp hair out of Ueda's eyes.
“Hmmm . . .”
“What kind of answer is that?” Ueda asks, but his voice is hoarse and he looks so well fucked that there's no way Ryo could take his anger seriously.
“Your questions are obnoxious,” he says and pulls Ueda closer so that he can cover them with a blanket.
“But I got you laid, something you failed terribly at for a few weeks now,” Ueda mumbles and curls himself against Ryo's chest.
“Well I might still have a crush,” Ryo murmurs into Ueda's hair.
“That's good,” Ueda whispers and squeezes Ryo's hip. He is asleep in the next second. Ryo follows only after he does a little victory dance in his head.
end
Manage Investment
A/N:I haven't written a fic in one sitting in forever. But I missed those too and well figured I could write a quick PWP. Well that turned out a bit differently, but I hope you enjoy my late night crazy.
Comments? Edit? Problems with the fact Ueda has hair in this? ;D