[He trusts him. Saying that so plainly, so simply... it makes Eichi's chest throb something powerful, and he pushes himself up just enough to grab the back of the couch for support as Ryuu moves. The blanket was warm, but he doesn't pay any attention to how it slips or how Ryuu might move it aside, too focused on the larger man positioning himself beneath him. He looks happy... which is good. Eichi is happy, too.
Asking about his comfort, though, really gets a brighter smile. Carefully, he places a palm on part of the cushion near Ryuu's shoulder, his face leaning over him like he'd done much earlier, the first time he'd hesitated. Hair in his face, eyes half lowered, he laughs and it's mostly breath. He moves to straddle him easily, his other hand touching to his chest with careful fingertips first, and then smoothing his palm up a little further as he ducks down to kiss him.]
I'm incredibly comfortable. If that changes, I'll be sure to tell you, so there's no need to worry... okay?
[Ahh, he can't help it... He wants to kiss him more. It's distracting. It's incredible, right? He's sweet, and Eichi's weight settles back completely, so his first hand can be free as well. He makes use of this by immediately running it back through Ryuu's hair, as much as he can from this angle.]
I won't betray that trust of yours. [In any way, he means, including telling him if his body starts quitting on him now that he's said that.
Still feeling incredibly light, he kisses the corner of his mouth, another little giggle slipping out like he can't help it. He's so happy... he's really happy?! Is that lame. It might be lame.]
Ah, I'm a little worried that I'll wake up and this will have all been a dream... [Another kiss, back fully on his lips, and this time he doesn't let his thoughts fall out into words. At least not for now. He wants to pick up where they left off, to chase this warmth, this excitement, the way all of his insides seem to want to do flips and tighten and float away all at once.]
[ there it is again, that view that ryuu only needed a glimpse of before to be seized by it, even if it was soft, momentary. now it's really there, and his chest halts at the sight and the sensation. weight settling atop his hips, fingers carving back through his hair like they can reach right into his thoughts... soft blonde and striking blue honed down on him. eichi is really beautiful, and ryuu is all the more aware of it, now that he's getting to look at him like this. not even the growing headiness dulls how sharply ryuu feels it, like the heart-pounding impression of good luck.
naturally attuned to having a good balance, ryuu rolls his shoulders until he's comfortable enough to settle, one palm coming to rest on eichi's thigh. his thumb brushes affectionately across the muscle there, pressing in meandering strokes and circles. it's still a little shy, but he's so focused on the rhythm of eichi's kisses again that he wants to pour his attention into them for the time being, to hit that same pace they achieved before.
his voice matches his touch as he hums deep in the well of his chest, really letting that warm sound echo this time, as if it's another way of touching him all on its own. it breaks over one of the more shallow kisses, over a breath in the shape of a smile. ]
Isn't that okay? [ his other hand rises, fingertips brushing over eichi's cheek, again softly pushing his bangs back behind his ear. ] For it to feel like a dream...
[ maybe it's just him, seeing as how dreams are something always within reach, things he just musters up the courage to take into his hands, gentle as they are.
a dream can be something he lives, rather than wakes up from. ]
So long as you don't disappear, then it's only wonderful.
[It's reality. It's dreams come to reality. He's constantly struggling with that idea, of dream versus reality, but he's learning more and more that it's okay to believe that they can become reality in a sense. That things like this are real, right here, right now. That it's possible for someone to enjoy his company simply because they do.
He lifts one of his hands to Ryuu's forearm, turning his face into the touch. He grazes his lips over the skin of Ryuu's wrist, leaving a warm and lingering kiss that has his heart hammering even more. Eichi's eyes flash back to Ryuu, sparkling with excitement as he runs his hand back down that strong arm, his breath hitching on every motion he draws. Those sounds he'd been left... They're incredible things, and he wants to draw out even more. Certainly, if there's anyone who understands the idea of being touched by a voice, it's Eichi.
This time, as he turns back to kiss him on the lips again, his hands draw back and then slip beneath Ryuu's shirt more boldly. He runs his palms up and over toned skin and muscles, touch to firm to be anything that's looking to tickle, but exploring for certain reactions all the same. Breathing in deeply, his hips shift back as if to give himself a better angle while leaning down, keeping contact as much as he can to tease a bit of friction into the mix.]
I'd like to make this last. [His breathy words are accented by the way he turns his head slightly, contemplating the angle of their lips, and his slender fingers swipe up over Ryuu's nipples with a laugh that isn't so innocent. The next kiss is shorter.]
Ahh, but the closer I get to you, the closer I want to be... ♪ [He kisses the corner of his mouth, and then his jaw, hips shifting back again, hands drawing lower, his fingernails dragging faintly over his chest. That hand on his thigh is nice, but he wants more, he always wants more. He wants to draw this out, but he's so impatient, too. Ahh, this is difficult...! He's still holding back quite a bit, just waiting for the right moment to let all of his feelings spill over in a physical rush.]
I'd like to inspire that sort of feeling in your heart, too.
[ all the touch pushes on his composure in a way he's never really felt before. it's more than just nervousness or elation or any number of other things that could get his heart racing like this, all beats and flutters - they're single notes in a much more intricate song and dance than that. but maybe that's why he feels like he can still move so freely, like this... that there's not really a limit to the closeness between their bodies, the closeness they can share.
knowing that, eichi's words seem all the more potent... ]
- ah...
[ his chin lifts and his eyes flicker shut, focus momentarily pulled from the kisses to inhale at the sensation of his hips grinding down on him. hands trailing down his body goes from something simple to something amazing, the feel of skin on skin much more prominent than the last time he felt eichi's hands on him. he's warm. he's so warm he's sure it'll burn, soon, and ryuu isn't frightened of it at all. the closer his body draws over his, the easier it is for ryuu's hands to slip along him and find his hips. his palms spread over the angles of bone and fine muscle, steadying him so he can try rolling his own hips up between his thighs, seeking that brilliant warmth, all the sparks from the friction.
sensitive as he is, he can approach that threshold without hesitation. ]
My heart? [ ryuu tilts his head while eichi is ducked against his jaw, giving a breathy nuzzle to his ear. it's an honest motion, inviting him to put his lips wherever he'd like. ] That feeling was already there... I'm sure.
[ it was already there, waiting for something to stoke it. ]
[One thing that stands out the most about his interactions with Ryuu isn't just his phrasing, but the meaning behind them. Though Eichi has been overcome with surprise at some of the things he's said, there's a warmth at the core of them that rings through to his own heart strings. Something firm, and so believable that any questions of "does he mean it?" that might echo worriedly in the back of his mind end up fading so easily. The longer he spends time with him, the more he realizes that. Ryuu isn't the sort of person who relies on flattery. He speaks so beautifully, so honestly.
Considering half of the reason for his loneliness right now, he wonders if it might be too dangerous to allow himself to move closer. But that's a worry quickly chased away, as well. Not just for selfishness of the moment, but for the desire to be proven wrong. The hope that this is something that can have some sort of happy end, rather than one of them being left behind, or interest turning into bitterness. Nothing like that. He curls his tongue against the sensitive skin exposed from the tilt of Ryuu's head, and as he kisses there, his teeth graze faintly over him in quiet asking. He'd hate to ruin any opportunities for Mister Gravure Model here, but he'd love to give him something to remember him by. He wonders if he can get away with it. Those playful nips pepper his next movements down, interrupted only by the soft gasp that escapes at Ryuu's returned roll of his hips.]
Really?
[Light and airy, he asks the question against Ryuu's neck, slender fingers dipping far enough down that they hook beneath the waistband of the older man's pants and wait there. He places his other hand flat over his chest, an easy way to support himself as he pulls back just enough to get a look at his expression. He sounds hopeful, and he flicks his tongue up at the corner of his own lips and swipes it across, like he's contemplating the taste left there.
Heat is building even at this tauntingly slow pace. His heart is pounding and he has to swallow a little harder thinking of all that he wants to do right now, all that he wants to feel, but he's maintaining it, rocking his hips down in a slow motion that has him gasping out more audibly, pressing the sound into the wetness he's left against hot skin.]
Your hands feel nice, you know. I said that I wanted to draw it out, but it's making me so hot that I feel a little impatient... [He aims his next kiss higher again, back at the jaw, and if Ryuu hasn't shied away too much from his nips, he experiments with one that has a little more sting in how he sucks at his skin, humming drawn out.
He shifts his hand to the side, fingers still delicately below his waistband until they reach the button of his pants. It means that he has to pull his hips back enough to leave an unfair amount of space, and he doesn't unhook, unbutton or unzip anything. His kisses have paused, too, since he's so focused on watching Ryuu as one slender finger slides contemplatively down the length of the zipper.]
[ ryuu is usually addled with worries both subtle and not, gentle thoughts always in the back of his mind, even with a heart so strong. a brave face is something he had to learn, but over time, that bravery in the face of what people were capable of and what they meant to him - it became the most honest thing about him. he worries, but his heart can take it. it's why eichi captivates him. the way his emotions soar and his words dance is enough to capture everything that speaks to his heart as he knows it, enough to inspire past doubt. but ryuu sees the effect of that too, from time to time. a waning of his smile, a darkness that runs in his gaze, something surely settled on an unclear future.
it's something he understands, more than he lets on. aiming far, but only having the ground he stands on in the moment. it suits someone plain like ryuu, but eichi... the people he loves most are like that. so brilliant that they pull those who look to them along behind them, but also the ones most in need of someone to defend their backs.
to him, it's something so small to offer when the happiness he sees as a result is so wonderful. so ryuu thinks it, really, not needing to say it to prove it as he keeps that hot, clear skin of his bared beneath eichi's lips and tongue, the admiring scrapes of his teeth that get his fingertips digging into those slender hips perched atop his own. forbidden as it's always been for him, it leaves a thrilling sensation in its wake, burning but cool, comfortably raw. eichi pulls back and ryuu's left breathless, throat thudding whenever he tries to swallow. his belly feels all coiled but the arch of his back is supple, up into that feverishly sweet spot between eichi's legs.
his stomach flutters at the dip of fingertips beneath his waistline, the touch so faint in comparison to the way he'd been moving on him before that ryuu almost feels dazed by it. he laughs, low, catching eichi's gaze fondly. there's much more than just a zipper to graze over; neither the heat or hardness growing beneath are inconsequential. ]
Are you teasing me...?
[ innocent enough, if not for the potent look in his eye - dark gold lightened by tenderness. ]
I'd say... I want to feel a lot more of you than this, so...
[ it's hot, too hot for these layers when radiant skin lies within reach. ryuu moves his touch up, beneath eichi's shirt, rucking the fabric with a soft touch. ]
[When he reacts so cute. Sometimes flustered, other times with such perfect charm, Eichi is completely won over by Ryuu. Just one word, a simple please, has a shiver running up his spine as he turns his hand, palming at him in reward. He meets those beautiful eyes with his own, and any desire to continue dragging this out crumbles away.
Eichi sucks in a breath as hands travel further up, his body burning beneath the touch of it. His own slender fingers flick the button of Ryuu's pants open and drag the zipper down, and he wastes no time in dipping his hand into his opened pants, finding the shape of his length and stroking over his underthings. A shaky breath plays out over Ryuu's neck, his own growing arousal aching with need. He's so close, he's going to enjoy this, he wants it now...]
You'll feel everything.
[His voice so soft it cracks from a whisper, he drags his fingers back up along the shape of Ryuu, and then past the waistband of his underwear, as well. Ugh, dealing with clothes is the most bothersome part, when he's so eager. Everything's in the way, but he doesn't want to pull away long enough to bother with getting it all off. Hmm. He wraps his fingers around him, running back down in a stroke and pressing his thumb against the tip just so, a soft noise sounding against Ryuu's neck.]
And so will I... Ah... [Ryuu has such a nice voice. He wants to hear more of it, he thinks, kissing harder at his neck now, a sting persisting long enough to make a mark. After another stroke, his hand breaks away to shove down more completely at Ryuu's clothes, wanting to tug them further off even if he's having a good time decorating his neck here. The most he does to stop that, at the moment, is mumble words against it.]
There's something... in my pocket. Could you grab it?
[He doesn't specify which pocket on purpose, since he'd only love Ryuu's wandering hands, but there sure is a small tube of lube in one of them. Thankfully he hasn't brought anything else to be confused by.]
[ just asking gets him more than he bargained for, that's for sure. but ryuu has no complaints as eichi's touches progress past all the layers of clothing until he's got him in hand - in fact, it's the opposite, shallower breaths and vocal gasps spilling from his parted lips instead. everything - that word spoken like a promise makes his pulse thunder in his ears. it's really happening... ]
I'm glad...
[ it sounds such a chaste thing to say given their position. ryuu can't sit still underneath touches like this, beautiful fingers stroking and exploring, coaxing him further and further along towards full hardness. he rocks his hips into the motions, finding a naturally sensual rhythm even if the strain of having both his length and eichi's hand crammed down his pants is almost too much. his face is completely flushed, but it's with something more kind than embarrassment this time as he shifts to try and help rake his clothes away. he's eager. ]
I'm glad I get to do this with you...
[ with a low hitch of a noise next to eichi's ear, lips just so against its contour and through the mussed strands of hair, he wriggles a little in place, restless and full of surface tension just waiting to spill over. it's a precursor to him sliding a bit more upright for leverage when he obeys, fingers dipping against his hips and backside through the material of his pants, slipping in and out of pockets in their search. ...he probably lingers a little too long in places, but eventually he finds what eichi sent him looking for.
tugging it loose, he holds it up between them, needing only a second of focus on the tube before his gaze flicks to eichi instead, brows drawn up ever so slightly.
there's something stainless in his eyes suggesting he doesn't know whether or not he should be surprised.
F...for the record, I wasn't expecting or planning this at all.
[It's the way Ryuu looks at him that has him falter for a brief moment. He's used to that sort of stare accompanying accusatory thoughts of plans and schemes, and yeah, usually that's true of him. But this time—] I started carrying it around to avoid any incidents.
[It's a surprising amount of insecurity that slips through in those words. He's an idol, after all, and Ryuu is one who's even more experienced. But he knows better than to let it completely overwhelm the mood. He hasn't lost this heat between them, his own arousal straining at his pants by now, and he's not about to let himself trip up anymore and distract from it. So he lets Ryuu slip out of his grip as he covers his lips once more, tongue searching out tongue.
His now-free hand undoes his own pants, a quick motion, but still one that accents the way he moves his hands, naturally showy. Gasping against him again, growing so excited that he can feel his body struggling against it, he nudges his nose against Ryuu's, breathing heavily.]
But... I'm glad, too.
[His heart is pounding in more ways than usual, he thinks, and it's dizzying. Ryuu is breathtaking in every way, and Eichi is here, touching him, being touched... Is it really fine? It's fine, right...?]
Ah, can I... [Maybe he should have asked first? Hold on, there's so much more he wants to do, he's overwhelmed, too—] That is to say, you'll stop me if I cross a line, won't you?
[He pulls back, a reluctant motion that he makes better by doing it so pointedly. One hand shoves up more at Ryuu's shirt, the other keeping himself steady as he trails kisses down over any bared skin. Chest, muscle, stomach, his hip... He hooks his fingers under Ryuu's pants again, though they're already plenty out of the way, and yanks down more, intending to work them off completely. He's more over Ryuu's legs now, using the back of the couch as support— ahh, it really is inconvenient when it's less spacious, but that's part of the appeal, right?
But here, he pulls his hands back to worry about his own lower half getting bare, leaving Ryuu's legs to do the rest of the work on that. His eyes drag over him, chest heaving as his body tries to keep up on getting enough oxygen. He craves this feeling. The dull ache, the white hot sensation that's half genuine struggle and half complete arousal. There's something appealing about struggling to undress over Ryuu without getting off the couch completely, too. His pants get dropped carelessly to the side, and his shirt is a little long, but he's not so concerned with it.]
There's so much that I want to do, after all... But I'd like to know if it's too much. It seems that I'm getting ahead of myself and taking complete control as usual.
[ what a cute reaction, actually... it's like his aura shifts in an instant. ryuu chuckles again, the dusky sound of it warring with his pulse for control of his chest, the way his lungs swell with barely any room for calmness in between. but somehow, it puts him at ease through the pangs of desire. he's comforted, knowing that eich is paying such attention to the boundaries they're crossing. well, the emotional ones. the physical ones are still quickly disappearing, the clothes winding up kicked off and replaced with the touch of skin on skin, with kisses and enough anticipation to feel utterly electric. in nothing but his shirt with his eyes alight and his skin all draped in a blush, ryuu's momentarily spellbound by eichi poised like that, and takes a moment to settle on a response that isn't just staring. ]
It's okay. [ uncomplicated, heartfelt. ryuu motions for eichi to come back up and be closer with him. ] I'll speak up, if I need to.
[ he trusts him, still. and he doesn't anticipate having to stop him, though his words settle like a calming veil anyway. ryuu leans in to meet him halfway, nudging his nose against his cheek in a nuzzle before sweetly letting their lips meet again. his mouth already feels used to the warm slip of tongue and mingling breath but it still makes his heart race. one hand, his free one, rises to steady on eichi's neck, broad palm spanning it so he can drag his thumb along his delicate jawline and cradle the back of his neck with curled fingers. ]
Here I was, thinking I was depending on you too much for all of this!
[ a puff of sigh against his lips, like ryuu would breathe his laughter into him if he could, if it'd lighten his worries. he shifts back again, relying on that magnetism to show just how much the brushes of bare knees against his legs gets to him now that he's fully hard. idly, he thumbs the cap of the little tube in his other hand. ]
So instead, I should probably start asking what I can do for you, right...?
[ his palm moves, sliding down the column of his neck and onto his chest where he feels the aching thump of his heart. ]
[It's okay. Such simple words can ease over his body like a blanket on a cold day, and he breathes out the tension he didn't realize was etched into his shoulders. Straddling Ryuu again, now with only shirts in the way for both of them, he leans immediately into that kiss, wanting to be swallowed by it. Every bit of Ryuu's body language speaks to him, and his own body answers. Shuddering breaths, leans into touches, tilts of his head and the run of his own hand up Ryuu's side, eyes sliding closed as he kisses him again.
It's overwhelming, how much he likes this. How much he likes Ryuu. He's not quite sure how to express it, since something as simple as "I like you a lot" would be too much of a struggle for Eichi to just say out of nowhere. He has to rely on actions, on his convoluted methods and flowery words, on the body language he's giving him now. He hopes it makes it across... that he treasures their meeting, and the slow draw towards each other that ended in this. Without the influence of the moons. Completely natural.]
Touch me.
[The words fall out near immediately, after that, and he moves one of his hands back to cover Ryuu's over his heart. Carefully, he slots his fingers into the spaces in between, curling into a squeeze. A hold.]
Without holding back... I want to feel every inch of you. [He drags their hands down together just a few inches, and a roll of his hips accents that inch too pointedly, leaving him gasping softly against the corner of Ryuu's mouth.] Like a dance, wrap this feeling around yourself and give in entirely, without missing a step.
[He lets his hold on Ryuu's hand slip away and down his arm, grazing over his wrist and down the rest of the way before he presses it back to that muscular body. From there, he draws it back up, pressing harder over his skin, dragging along it like a stretch.]
I want you. [It feels like he's been wanting this forever. How long has it been...? Over Ryuu's heart now, his dull fingernails dig in with a press and curl of his fingers, and he holds back from the next search for friction he wants. At the next kiss, he sucks at Ryuu's bottom lip more pointedly, teeth barely grazing it. This heat is molten, isn't it, overflowing like this... Slow but magnificent, ready to burst...
He's seriously aching for this, and with permission, he's only going to get bossier as they go.]
You want to feel me, don't you? So show me that thoroughly, Ryuu-kun. Let's increase this tempo a little more... ♪ [He's lame]
[ ryuu's sentimental at heart. he always believed an intimacy between two people like this could be beautiful, but he'd never really envisioned himself as being part of it with where he currently stands: someone who's very image had been crafted to market it, to sell it. but eichi hadn't met him like that. there's nothing obscuring his heart, no two loves - for being himself and being an idol - at war for him to be vigilant of. no wild and sexy, no most desirable embrace, no shadow cast by a glorious, insurmountable light that ryuu fights for every single day. in the moment, there's only this, and someone accepting him for it.
and it's lucky ryuu is also lame at heart. his own flips at the words so bare and honest, and it's just what he needs to gather all the courage of that beat built up so wonderfully in his body. he knows that there's need flowing through his veins and heating them in all the right spots, that neither of them intended to draw it out much farther... but he can't help but tuck the bottle he'd fished from eichi's pocket aside for a few seconds.
those kisses dragging at his mouth leaves just as much of an impression as I want you does, and ryuu swears there's a flash on the backs of his eyelids when he closes them to lean into it. he presses that heart of his right into eichi's palm, rhythm written into his pulse. ]
I did say that, didn't I? [ ryuu's never been good with the complicated things, but that's why he's become especially clear of heart, of understanding certain things intrinsically. his return kisses have focus, deep enough to ache but fleeting enough to lure. his attentions are drifting elsewhere, language like that enough to keep him keyed up, to have him following. ] I meant it, you know? You're beautiful.
If you weren't - ah...! [ a sharp inhale through perfect teeth at the rocking and grinding in his lap, the shallow juncture of how they fit dizzying. he has to bite back a moan to continue. ] ...doing that so well, I'd think it really was a dream...
[ not something ephemeral, but something so vivid and amazing in its reality that it's taking his breath away. much more comfortable with nakedness than he might let on, ryuu's hands skirt down eichi's sides and then back up again, the pressure strong but gentle as he gets up underneath the hem of eichi's shirt and tugs, urging him to slough it off.
in its wake, he ducks away from his mouth to explore, trailing kisses down the pale column of his neck while he returns his hands to his waist to keep him anchored and let the rock of his hips grow stronger. ]
If I kept going like this [ light and wondering, kisses littering skin, open mouthed to speak richly against it ] I could touch all of you.
[ he won't last. neither will eichi, he's sure. but it's a pleasant thought. ]
[Every grind of their hips drives Eichi crazier. He's a big believer in taking his time to enjoy it all, but impatience gets the better of him. Desperation leaks in, the desire to feel something before it's too late, never wanting to wait— and he leans more into the friction, drags skin against skin wherever he can, his voice a little more sound to it than air, now. His arms lift, his shirt is tossed aside, and then he's reaching right back for Ryuu. He curves his hand around the back of Ryuu's head and laces through his hair. The way his fingers curl tug at him more than one might expect him to manage, but he's hungry for more, and he's always felt like he needs to grip as tight as possible to make sure someone doesn't slip away. Even Ryuu.
It's dizzying, the way he kisses at him with such care. Him, beautiful...? He's heard it before, of course, and he's aware that he can have an appeal on stage, but beyond that... It's still something surprising to hear. Something he loves to hear. It fills his chest with warmth, mixing with the heat already sparking there, and the excited, tense twist like a coil waiting to unwind. His head dips down a little, a shuddering gasp pressed against the top of Ryuu's head as he wanders, and he grinds his hips harder, wanting more, dragging against him.]
When you deliver lines like that... [Ugh, it does sound like a dream come true, and he'd love nothing more than to sit here and indulge in such warmth, a slow drip that in his dream he can manage to make it through. But he can't, there's no way, not when his cock twitches between them and his mind races with imagination over what Ryuu must feel like. He can't help it, and he whines a little, leaning his body forward.] I can't tell if you're experienced or not.
[It's a light comment, breathed out on an almost laugh, and it's clear that he doesn't really mind either way. But really... Pure thoughts that could only come from an angel untouched like freshly fallen snow, and then these motions and lines that make his head spin so easily? How is that fair? Things are going to get out of hand too quickly like this. There has to be some control, or he'll become an embarrassing mess.
And so he yanks a little at Ryuu's hair, aiming to tilt his head back so that he can duck down and meet those lips again. His other hand moves to Ryuu's side, as his weight settles down more, and smooths up along it as he seeks to thoroughly steal his breath away— and then he's breathing softly against his lips, eyes meeting his even at this close distance, sharp and focused.]
[ a gaze like that is enough to strike his heart. he can't look away. ]
Okay... [ his eyes finally flutter shut and he's kissing at his mouth, once, twice, soft and quick. ] Okay.
[ ryuu's hands shift up from his hips, broad palms stroking up and around the length of his back, pressing reverently into skin. his fingers curl slightly like he still needs to steel himself, though they've come so far already. after a moment, he's reaching for the tube again, but he doesn't really want to let eichi out of the angles of his arms, so he leans in again, uncapping it behind his back. ]
I'm inexperienced.
[ he has to confirm it with a short laugh, his tone of voice a little hoarse in his throat. ]
But you make it feel really easy.
[ it's in the encouragement and the excitement that's built up between them this whole time, from the first and faintest of touches to the way that so much of their skin meets now. ryuu doesn't think he's ever felt so free and yet so achingly close, the heat they share completely mesmerizing. but - humans are born naked. it's not unnatural to him now that he's found himself here. not because of the moons, or the whims of the city itself. just because he wanted to. ]
I still might depend on you a little, though. I want you to enjoy it.
[ not that he thinks he won't, but he can't entirely shut off the twinge of nervousness he feels at potentially hurting him, given ryuu's... stature. ]
[Ah... Cute. All of that is so cute. Eichi breathes in slowly, moving both of his arms to wrap around Ryuu's shoulders in a motion more like a hug. He wants to keep himself close, as well, and to comfort, as he presses another kiss to his lips, shorter, gentle.]
Please... leave it to me. The both of us will enjoy this just as we've enjoyed everything else so far.
[One arm pulls back to rest over Ryuu's shoulder, instead, and he moves a little on his knees to spread his legs a bit further apart. He's still straddling him, he's still as close as he can manage, but—]
For a precious moment like this, I wouldn't dare do something that could worry you in the end. I'll control the pace, the angle, the bulk of it. I simply want you to help a little with those fingers of yours.
[His hand slides a little down Ryuu's arm, slender fingers brushing along the underside, encouraging but not moving so far back as to interfere or make the angle awkward. He just wants him to feel, to be touched, as he breathes against his cheek.]
So, please... rely on me, and trust me. Anything you do will only feel wonderful, but I'll be the one setting the speed in the end. I might even drive you a little crazy... since I'd like to see what sort of cute faces you might make.
[ ryuu breathes out in a big whuff, as if that's all he needed to be put back at ease. a few jitters still tingle in his chest, but he's also left feeling a little light, almost giddy. like there are all kinds of butterflies in his stomach - little flutters that make the deeper ache pooled between his hips seem all the more powerful. eichi shifts his legs and ryuu moves with him, not letting him be the only one to let their bodies support one another. ]
I don't know about my face, [ a lopsided smile, because of the color he knows is still on his skin, his lips stained by kisses, wild hair gripped and raked about. ] But it sounds like fun, still. I keep thinking... it's amazing.
[ the feel of it, both in his body and his heart. this breathlessness is something he wants to chase honestly. by now, he's managed to get his fingers soaked with lubricant, arm following the coax of eichi's touch. ryuu gives a glimpse up to him, catching his eye and holding it hopefully. this time, he won't look away.
ryuu might give up control to him, but he wants to do as much as he can, by the same measure. after all, has he ever wanted anything other than to do his best? than to leave those who encounter him captivated? ]
[He breathes a laugh, eyes twinkling as they meet with Ryuu's. His fingers trail down Ryuu's arm, guiding his wrist further, around and between his legs. A slow motion, drawing it out, making the movement itself sensual.]
Your words already touch me just how I'd like. Your voice, as well...
[But of course he wants to feel. He's been dying for more contact this whole time, and so of course he's going to push this and push this. He presses his own fingers over the back of Ryuu's palm to encourage his slick fingers to brush against him. He sucks in a breath just at that, head tilting back just slightly with the rest of his upper body, his other hand on Ryuu's chest.]
So just like that, I'd like if you could make me feel as though I'm something special from your touch, too. [He squeezes lightly at his wrist, a gentle pressure, anticipatory.] Not like I'm something fragile that might break, but like I'm a rare favorite of yours that you're finally allowed to indulge in...
[He's flushed all over, honestly, but his cheeks gain a little more color for that, and he ducks his head with a sheepish laugh. Like this, he's almost holding Ryuu's hand, though not wanting to get in the way. He wants his touch to guide, to linger, but not to obstruct or control completely, and he breathes slowly.]
I hope it's not too difficult to imagine. Start like this, please...
[ even now, he's capable of saying things that likewise keep that wealth of heat in him kindled and burning away. soft or loud, simple or profound... it all comes together like music to his ears. harmonious, capable. with a nod, ryuu follows his guiding touch through, the quiver in his limbs all the more apparent when he's slowed down to focus. burying himself against that beautiful body poised over his will be enough to steady that trembling, he's sure, and the intimacy of that thought alone has him swallowing hard and exhaling in an effort to find his center again. ]
I can imagine it... ah, no, I can do more when you say it like that.
[ moving past where he's stopped, ryuu breaks eichi's grasp away from his wrist. ]
You can hang onto me.
[ ryuu turns that brush of his fingers into something more substantial as he advances again, giving them a stroke down eichi's cock. just enough to trace its outline, thumb smoothing from tip to base, over the willing skin of its contours. ryuu draws in, close enough to shoulder as much of his weight as he can. leading with the tips of his fingers, he palms him as he works his touch further between his legs. curling his fingers upwards towards his ass, he angles his wrist and wets surrounding skin, dragging his touch across the tight well of muscle. even feeling things out, he's not trying to be slow anymore. everything's sharpening too fast, now.
his free arm still circles his waist, and leaning against him, he presses his lips to eichi's shoulder, balancing the sweet with the torrid. ]
[Eichi moves his arm to wrap around Ryuu's shoulders, hanging onto him as he'd offered. Like this, he can lean into him a little more, and the touch he's rewarded with is wonderful, especially after such a wait. It's well worth it, he thinks. Warmth spreads out in a rush, and the lewd noise he makes plays out so close to Ryuu's ear. He presses his other hand up, smoothing over the rest of Ryuu's chest and around his shoulders, as well. Like this, he can rake his fingers up through his hair, curling comfortably.
His breath hangs on every movement, every slick draw of a finger across skin or muscle. Genuine, but also guiding, letting his partner here just how he's doing. It's a little embarrassing, to allow himself to react or make noises without holding back, but he likes that, too.]
Just like that.
[Eichi practically purrs those words, his fingers playing with Ryuu's hair, massaging lines up and down, curling around locks, anything to try and get that excited tingle running down his spine.]
Even that mouth of yours on my shoulder... mm, all of it makes me feel like I'll lose control. I want it... I want it already. ♪ [His lips tuck closer, brushing against the edge of Ryuu's ear, his breathing hot and heavy.] I'll let you hear it all, so long as you want it. If you're really good, I'll even say your name, right here...
[His fingernails trace feather light down the base of Ryuu's neck now, and he exhales.]
[ anyone's constitution would threaten to crumble at a show like that. ryuu's ears ring with it, the feel of his breath burning on his skin in a rhythm that he has an effect on, the sultry purrs and pretty noises. whether he's just gifted with incredible focus once he gets going or he's just got enough physical stamina to burn, ryuu manages, but not without feeling a shiver wrack itself down his spine and back up again. a noise rumbles out against eichi's shoulder while his fingers work with a diligent touch, seeking and caressing with a growing intensity. ]
You really want to go crazy, don't you? [ another laugh, edging on breathless. it's not lost on him, how much he's been able to enjoy this, to laugh when he wants. he can't decided whether or not he wants to speak or kiss into his shoulder, so he winds up doing both. even his scent his starting to sink into his senses, thrilling and raw. ] I feel it.
[ it's written into his body like a language ryuu is learning to read. ]
I do want to hear it too...
[ finally, he feels brave enough to splay his hand, thumb pressing into soft muscle as balance while he curls his wet fingers and presses one against his entrance. slow at first, but more confident once the tension starts to give. a few slick pumps has him sinking it inside fully, still taking a moment to get used to the sensation. it's enough of a pause to answer. ]
[Of course he wants to go crazy. Born with everything he could ever need, but kept from everything he could ever want... He's always been the type to reach out and grab anything he wants without holding back. And here? There's physical contact, hot and intimate, and there's more— a desire, a care to showing how special Eichi is, even if it might be put on. He asked for it, so he can't be sure, but that hardly matters.
It feels real. He feels wanted. In every way, he feels like there's love coming at him, and he wants to encourage it, to be swallowed by it, but that enthusiasm has him pressing forward with vigor, longing to swallow it all himself. Obsession, greed, gluttony, maybe— he doesn't care what it's called. He just wants to be surrounded by that warmth, embraced, and made to feel... worth something. Like he's making a lasting impression.
That finger slips into him, and Eichi sucks in a breath, stretching his fingers through Ryuu's hair. His other arm, the one that Ryuu is kissing the shoulder of, moves down, his hand gripping at his arm for some stability as he breathes out again.]
Ryuu-kun. [Pleased, practically dripping with the show of it, but he lets it hang for a moment to long, turning more into him, burying more of that sound.]
Let me make something clear... [Even if his voice is filled with lust, even if he's shifting his hips in whatever way might make this go smoother, or faster, or get him a more satisfying angle, or some movement again— even with all of that, he sounds so confident.]
I'll only do something if I want to. [Playfully, he nips the edge of his ear, before pressing a gentle kiss into the side of his head, just above it. Any other pumps of that finger will earn more noises, of course, as with the rest. His shoulder rolls the slightest bit, like he'd like to encourage those kisses, work them up more, and he nuzzles his face into Ryuu's hair affectionately, a sweet gesture mismatched with the heat of it all. Or... paired perfectly?]
Fufu... Take as little or as much time as you'd like with this part. I can take anything you might give me, you know.
[ ryuu has a better understanding of the intent behind the showiness than most people might. it doesn't feel insincere or as if it's carried on some kind of pretense. it actually makes ryuu grin into the gentle roll of his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he nuzzles into it, little shifts that get them acclimated to this new speed and rhythm, this new boundary crossed. there's so much he's weak against, but when the time is right, he knows where to pour his strength, where to lay his heart down. it's like he has to stop for just a moment to really let it sink into him, even if there's no catching his breath now.
his name sounded so good like that, for just being his name - just being him, with nothing else attached to it. his heart aches and paces, but all the aches are good. ]
I won't forget. [ his chest tremors with amusement, with arousal, with all the fondness he's letting ride out with these motions. ] I don't think I'd be able to, after that, ah...
[ if he could just press reminders into every inch of this bare skin, he would. his lips kiss along his collar until his nose brushes warmly across the hollow of eichi's throat. squeezing his arm, he draws eichi into curving his back, using the new angle to move inside of him, to acclimate to the sensation of his intimate body heat. he curls his finger curiously, brushing against that tightness before pausing and withdrawing, then poising alongside a second one. ]
Really? You can...?
[ he sounds genuine, but there's a competitive sparkle in those dusky notes. ]
[Eichi knows competitiveness when he hears it, no matter how slim it might show. He's the one who issued this challenge, and he's pleased to have it met so eagerly, arching his back as guided and tilting his head up with the next hitch of breath. Perfect, it's all so perfect... It's rare to find someone who can answer him so well. Someone who seems to understand him, even just a little. He wants to be lost completely in this world, and so he is.
The curl of that finger earns the muted start of a moan, his own hand slipping out of Ryuu's hair and gripping at the back of his neck. He's thrilled.]
I can.
[Insistent, even if his voice cracks the slightest bit in the delivery. It's fine, since he makes more of a show of it by shifting just so, so that he can nudge invitingly against those poised fingers. Completely shameless.]
Anything, ah, so don't hesitate too much.
[He tries to pull Ryuu closer, as if his face isn't already nudging against him, or his fingers intermittently inside of him. He's sure that his hammering pulse can be felt even from his throat. He's been having to swallow around it, after all.]
[ it's intense, how they're so close already and yet when eichi pulls him in further, ryuu doesn't even think twice about responding likewise. he draws his arm around him as if his body's going to desperately spill over into whatever empty spaces are left behind. there aren't many, anymore. lashes brushing against the delicate skin of eichi's neck, ryuu arches against him, skin and heartbeats all wonderfully mixed, and eases into that nudge. fingertips first, with more strength this time, enough to sink his fingers in more confidently. there's a bit of a flex at the swift sensation this time, but it doesn't take him long to start moving and feeling him out in earnest. though slow, he's pressing in deep, thrusting those long fingers of his and feeling out just what he can do.
the breath he releases against eichi's skin is somewhat halted by slender fingers clutched to the back of his neck. like he can shake his thoughts loose by touch alone. he inhales again, body welling with restlessness, and lifts his face without opening his eyes to kiss at the underside of his jaw. like this, he can imagine the entirety of his pulse in his mouth.
it's enough to get a deep sound hitching up from the bottom of his chest, appreciative. that same twilight sound that his playfulness stands out against. ]
You feel that way too.
[ how his body takes his fingers in, the resistance becoming less pronounced. it's good. it's really good, to experience it this way, to get a taste of the fever, the cadence they're capable of. only the taut muscles coiled in his hips say otherwise, cock twitching and beading with precum. his brow knits faintly, concentration trying to go in two directions, suddenly. ]
Eichi-kun...
[ just his name, but it's the first time ryuu has sounded needy throughout this encounter. ]
[Just a name, but it has everything Eichi wants to hear in it. He can feel the tension in Ryuu's muscles, the way their bodies shift when pressed so close together from every movement. There's a want in it, isn't there? A need, and he wants to draw that out further, even as his own begins to overpower his senses. Long fingers stretch him, and he relaxes into it, craving that full feeling— it's only a taste. There's more to come, so much more, and he rocks his hips back once more into the next pump of fingers to show that desperation of his, a shuddering breath escaping as he does.]
That's nice...
[Quiet, a rumble in his throat as he grips tighter at Ryuu everywhere he's holding. He must be starving for attention himself by now, right? He wants to make it worse, until he can't stand it...]
Please, keep sounding just like that... I want to hear it, you know? That I'm not the only one so drawn in.
[Admissions are the best way to encourage this, and it's a freeing sort of thing to be able to do, too. He feels more naked than he ever has before, like this, and it's a thrill. Like he's aware of every bit of skin exposed to cold air, anything that's covered by Ryuu's own warmth, and everything that's not. They can still grow closer. Almost, almost... He's ready, he's wanting. Fingers brush a particularly sensitive point, and he gasps louder, leaning more, whining.]
Ah, Ryuu-kun, that's enough, so let me feel all of you. [Despite him just earlier saying Ryuu can decide how long he wants to do this, he's changed his mind already. Of course. His hand tangles back into his hair, fingers curling tighter still.]
I'll grow cold if you don't... [He won't quite so easily, but. He's using everything to try and convince him.]
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Asking about his comfort, though, really gets a brighter smile. Carefully, he places a palm on part of the cushion near Ryuu's shoulder, his face leaning over him like he'd done much earlier, the first time he'd hesitated. Hair in his face, eyes half lowered, he laughs and it's mostly breath. He moves to straddle him easily, his other hand touching to his chest with careful fingertips first, and then smoothing his palm up a little further as he ducks down to kiss him.]
I'm incredibly comfortable. If that changes, I'll be sure to tell you, so there's no need to worry... okay?
[Ahh, he can't help it... He wants to kiss him more. It's distracting. It's incredible, right? He's sweet, and Eichi's weight settles back completely, so his first hand can be free as well. He makes use of this by immediately running it back through Ryuu's hair, as much as he can from this angle.]
I won't betray that trust of yours. [In any way, he means, including telling him if his body starts quitting on him now that he's said that.
Still feeling incredibly light, he kisses the corner of his mouth, another little giggle slipping out like he can't help it. He's so happy... he's really happy?! Is that lame. It might be lame.]
Ah, I'm a little worried that I'll wake up and this will have all been a dream... [Another kiss, back fully on his lips, and this time he doesn't let his thoughts fall out into words. At least not for now. He wants to pick up where they left off, to chase this warmth, this excitement, the way all of his insides seem to want to do flips and tighten and float away all at once.]
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naturally attuned to having a good balance, ryuu rolls his shoulders until he's comfortable enough to settle, one palm coming to rest on eichi's thigh. his thumb brushes affectionately across the muscle there, pressing in meandering strokes and circles. it's still a little shy, but he's so focused on the rhythm of eichi's kisses again that he wants to pour his attention into them for the time being, to hit that same pace they achieved before.
his voice matches his touch as he hums deep in the well of his chest, really letting that warm sound echo this time, as if it's another way of touching him all on its own. it breaks over one of the more shallow kisses, over a breath in the shape of a smile. ]
Isn't that okay? [ his other hand rises, fingertips brushing over eichi's cheek, again softly pushing his bangs back behind his ear. ] For it to feel like a dream...
[ maybe it's just him, seeing as how dreams are something always within reach, things he just musters up the courage to take into his hands, gentle as they are.
a dream can be something he lives, rather than wakes up from. ]
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[It's reality. It's dreams come to reality. He's constantly struggling with that idea, of dream versus reality, but he's learning more and more that it's okay to believe that they can become reality in a sense. That things like this are real, right here, right now. That it's possible for someone to enjoy his company simply because they do.
He lifts one of his hands to Ryuu's forearm, turning his face into the touch. He grazes his lips over the skin of Ryuu's wrist, leaving a warm and lingering kiss that has his heart hammering even more. Eichi's eyes flash back to Ryuu, sparkling with excitement as he runs his hand back down that strong arm, his breath hitching on every motion he draws. Those sounds he'd been left... They're incredible things, and he wants to draw out even more. Certainly, if there's anyone who understands the idea of being touched by a voice, it's Eichi.
This time, as he turns back to kiss him on the lips again, his hands draw back and then slip beneath Ryuu's shirt more boldly. He runs his palms up and over toned skin and muscles, touch to firm to be anything that's looking to tickle, but exploring for certain reactions all the same. Breathing in deeply, his hips shift back as if to give himself a better angle while leaning down, keeping contact as much as he can to tease a bit of friction into the mix.]
I'd like to make this last. [His breathy words are accented by the way he turns his head slightly, contemplating the angle of their lips, and his slender fingers swipe up over Ryuu's nipples with a laugh that isn't so innocent. The next kiss is shorter.]
Ahh, but the closer I get to you, the closer I want to be... ♪ [He kisses the corner of his mouth, and then his jaw, hips shifting back again, hands drawing lower, his fingernails dragging faintly over his chest. That hand on his thigh is nice, but he wants more, he always wants more. He wants to draw this out, but he's so impatient, too. Ahh, this is difficult...! He's still holding back quite a bit, just waiting for the right moment to let all of his feelings spill over in a physical rush.]
I'd like to inspire that sort of feeling in your heart, too.
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knowing that, eichi's words seem all the more potent... ]
- ah...
[ his chin lifts and his eyes flicker shut, focus momentarily pulled from the kisses to inhale at the sensation of his hips grinding down on him. hands trailing down his body goes from something simple to something amazing, the feel of skin on skin much more prominent than the last time he felt eichi's hands on him. he's warm. he's so warm he's sure it'll burn, soon, and ryuu isn't frightened of it at all. the closer his body draws over his, the easier it is for ryuu's hands to slip along him and find his hips. his palms spread over the angles of bone and fine muscle, steadying him so he can try rolling his own hips up between his thighs, seeking that brilliant warmth, all the sparks from the friction.
sensitive as he is, he can approach that threshold without hesitation. ]
My heart? [ ryuu tilts his head while eichi is ducked against his jaw, giving a breathy nuzzle to his ear. it's an honest motion, inviting him to put his lips wherever he'd like. ] That feeling was already there... I'm sure.
[ it was already there, waiting for something to stoke it. ]
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Considering half of the reason for his loneliness right now, he wonders if it might be too dangerous to allow himself to move closer. But that's a worry quickly chased away, as well. Not just for selfishness of the moment, but for the desire to be proven wrong. The hope that this is something that can have some sort of happy end, rather than one of them being left behind, or interest turning into bitterness. Nothing like that. He curls his tongue against the sensitive skin exposed from the tilt of Ryuu's head, and as he kisses there, his teeth graze faintly over him in quiet asking. He'd hate to ruin any opportunities for Mister Gravure Model here, but he'd love to give him something to remember him by. He wonders if he can get away with it. Those playful nips pepper his next movements down, interrupted only by the soft gasp that escapes at Ryuu's returned roll of his hips.]
Really?
[Light and airy, he asks the question against Ryuu's neck, slender fingers dipping far enough down that they hook beneath the waistband of the older man's pants and wait there. He places his other hand flat over his chest, an easy way to support himself as he pulls back just enough to get a look at his expression. He sounds hopeful, and he flicks his tongue up at the corner of his own lips and swipes it across, like he's contemplating the taste left there.
Heat is building even at this tauntingly slow pace. His heart is pounding and he has to swallow a little harder thinking of all that he wants to do right now, all that he wants to feel, but he's maintaining it, rocking his hips down in a slow motion that has him gasping out more audibly, pressing the sound into the wetness he's left against hot skin.]
Your hands feel nice, you know. I said that I wanted to draw it out, but it's making me so hot that I feel a little impatient... [He aims his next kiss higher again, back at the jaw, and if Ryuu hasn't shied away too much from his nips, he experiments with one that has a little more sting in how he sucks at his skin, humming drawn out.
He shifts his hand to the side, fingers still delicately below his waistband until they reach the button of his pants. It means that he has to pull his hips back enough to leave an unfair amount of space, and he doesn't unhook, unbutton or unzip anything. His kisses have paused, too, since he's so focused on watching Ryuu as one slender finger slides contemplatively down the length of the zipper.]
What about you?
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it's something he understands, more than he lets on. aiming far, but only having the ground he stands on in the moment. it suits someone plain like ryuu, but eichi... the people he loves most are like that. so brilliant that they pull those who look to them along behind them, but also the ones most in need of someone to defend their backs.
to him, it's something so small to offer when the happiness he sees as a result is so wonderful. so ryuu thinks it, really, not needing to say it to prove it as he keeps that hot, clear skin of his bared beneath eichi's lips and tongue, the admiring scrapes of his teeth that get his fingertips digging into those slender hips perched atop his own. forbidden as it's always been for him, it leaves a thrilling sensation in its wake, burning but cool, comfortably raw. eichi pulls back and ryuu's left breathless, throat thudding whenever he tries to swallow. his belly feels all coiled but the arch of his back is supple, up into that feverishly sweet spot between eichi's legs.
his stomach flutters at the dip of fingertips beneath his waistline, the touch so faint in comparison to the way he'd been moving on him before that ryuu almost feels dazed by it. he laughs, low, catching eichi's gaze fondly. there's much more than just a zipper to graze over; neither the heat or hardness growing beneath are inconsequential. ]
Are you teasing me...?
[ innocent enough, if not for the potent look in his eye - dark gold lightened by tenderness. ]
I'd say... I want to feel a lot more of you than this, so...
[ it's hot, too hot for these layers when radiant skin lies within reach. ryuu moves his touch up, beneath eichi's shirt, rucking the fabric with a soft touch. ]
Please.
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[When he reacts so cute. Sometimes flustered, other times with such perfect charm, Eichi is completely won over by Ryuu. Just one word, a simple please, has a shiver running up his spine as he turns his hand, palming at him in reward. He meets those beautiful eyes with his own, and any desire to continue dragging this out crumbles away.
Eichi sucks in a breath as hands travel further up, his body burning beneath the touch of it. His own slender fingers flick the button of Ryuu's pants open and drag the zipper down, and he wastes no time in dipping his hand into his opened pants, finding the shape of his length and stroking over his underthings. A shaky breath plays out over Ryuu's neck, his own growing arousal aching with need. He's so close, he's going to enjoy this, he wants it now...]
You'll feel everything.
[His voice so soft it cracks from a whisper, he drags his fingers back up along the shape of Ryuu, and then past the waistband of his underwear, as well. Ugh, dealing with clothes is the most bothersome part, when he's so eager. Everything's in the way, but he doesn't want to pull away long enough to bother with getting it all off. Hmm. He wraps his fingers around him, running back down in a stroke and pressing his thumb against the tip just so, a soft noise sounding against Ryuu's neck.]
And so will I... Ah... [Ryuu has such a nice voice. He wants to hear more of it, he thinks, kissing harder at his neck now, a sting persisting long enough to make a mark. After another stroke, his hand breaks away to shove down more completely at Ryuu's clothes, wanting to tug them further off even if he's having a good time decorating his neck here. The most he does to stop that, at the moment, is mumble words against it.]
There's something... in my pocket. Could you grab it?
[He doesn't specify which pocket on purpose, since he'd only love Ryuu's wandering hands, but there sure is a small tube of lube in one of them. Thankfully he hasn't brought anything else to be confused by.]
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I'm glad...
[ it sounds such a chaste thing to say given their position. ryuu can't sit still underneath touches like this, beautiful fingers stroking and exploring, coaxing him further and further along towards full hardness. he rocks his hips into the motions, finding a naturally sensual rhythm even if the strain of having both his length and eichi's hand crammed down his pants is almost too much. his face is completely flushed, but it's with something more kind than embarrassment this time as he shifts to try and help rake his clothes away. he's eager. ]
I'm glad I get to do this with you...
[ with a low hitch of a noise next to eichi's ear, lips just so against its contour and through the mussed strands of hair, he wriggles a little in place, restless and full of surface tension just waiting to spill over. it's a precursor to him sliding a bit more upright for leverage when he obeys, fingers dipping against his hips and backside through the material of his pants, slipping in and out of pockets in their search. ...he probably lingers a little too long in places, but eventually he finds what eichi sent him looking for.
tugging it loose, he holds it up between them, needing only a second of focus on the tube before his gaze flicks to eichi instead, brows drawn up ever so slightly.
there's something stainless in his eyes suggesting he doesn't know whether or not he should be surprised.
...he's not going back on what he said though. ]
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[It's the way Ryuu looks at him that has him falter for a brief moment. He's used to that sort of stare accompanying accusatory thoughts of plans and schemes, and yeah, usually that's true of him. But this time—] I started carrying it around to avoid any incidents.
[It's a surprising amount of insecurity that slips through in those words. He's an idol, after all, and Ryuu is one who's even more experienced. But he knows better than to let it completely overwhelm the mood. He hasn't lost this heat between them, his own arousal straining at his pants by now, and he's not about to let himself trip up anymore and distract from it. So he lets Ryuu slip out of his grip as he covers his lips once more, tongue searching out tongue.
His now-free hand undoes his own pants, a quick motion, but still one that accents the way he moves his hands, naturally showy. Gasping against him again, growing so excited that he can feel his body struggling against it, he nudges his nose against Ryuu's, breathing heavily.]
But... I'm glad, too.
[His heart is pounding in more ways than usual, he thinks, and it's dizzying. Ryuu is breathtaking in every way, and Eichi is here, touching him, being touched... Is it really fine? It's fine, right...?]
Ah, can I... [Maybe he should have asked first? Hold on, there's so much more he wants to do, he's overwhelmed, too—] That is to say, you'll stop me if I cross a line, won't you?
[He pulls back, a reluctant motion that he makes better by doing it so pointedly. One hand shoves up more at Ryuu's shirt, the other keeping himself steady as he trails kisses down over any bared skin. Chest, muscle, stomach, his hip... He hooks his fingers under Ryuu's pants again, though they're already plenty out of the way, and yanks down more, intending to work them off completely. He's more over Ryuu's legs now, using the back of the couch as support— ahh, it really is inconvenient when it's less spacious, but that's part of the appeal, right?
But here, he pulls his hands back to worry about his own lower half getting bare, leaving Ryuu's legs to do the rest of the work on that. His eyes drag over him, chest heaving as his body tries to keep up on getting enough oxygen. He craves this feeling. The dull ache, the white hot sensation that's half genuine struggle and half complete arousal. There's something appealing about struggling to undress over Ryuu without getting off the couch completely, too. His pants get dropped carelessly to the side, and his shirt is a little long, but he's not so concerned with it.]
There's so much that I want to do, after all... But I'd like to know if it's too much. It seems that I'm getting ahead of myself and taking complete control as usual.
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It's okay. [ uncomplicated, heartfelt. ryuu motions for eichi to come back up and be closer with him. ] I'll speak up, if I need to.
[ he trusts him, still. and he doesn't anticipate having to stop him, though his words settle like a calming veil anyway. ryuu leans in to meet him halfway, nudging his nose against his cheek in a nuzzle before sweetly letting their lips meet again. his mouth already feels used to the warm slip of tongue and mingling breath but it still makes his heart race. one hand, his free one, rises to steady on eichi's neck, broad palm spanning it so he can drag his thumb along his delicate jawline and cradle the back of his neck with curled fingers. ]
Here I was, thinking I was depending on you too much for all of this!
[ a puff of sigh against his lips, like ryuu would breathe his laughter into him if he could, if it'd lighten his worries. he shifts back again, relying on that magnetism to show just how much the brushes of bare knees against his legs gets to him now that he's fully hard. idly, he thumbs the cap of the little tube in his other hand. ]
So instead, I should probably start asking what I can do for you, right...?
[ his palm moves, sliding down the column of his neck and onto his chest where he feels the aching thump of his heart. ]
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It's overwhelming, how much he likes this. How much he likes Ryuu. He's not quite sure how to express it, since something as simple as "I like you a lot" would be too much of a struggle for Eichi to just say out of nowhere. He has to rely on actions, on his convoluted methods and flowery words, on the body language he's giving him now. He hopes it makes it across... that he treasures their meeting, and the slow draw towards each other that ended in this. Without the influence of the moons. Completely natural.]
Touch me.
[The words fall out near immediately, after that, and he moves one of his hands back to cover Ryuu's over his heart. Carefully, he slots his fingers into the spaces in between, curling into a squeeze. A hold.]
Without holding back... I want to feel every inch of you. [He drags their hands down together just a few inches, and a roll of his hips accents that inch too pointedly, leaving him gasping softly against the corner of Ryuu's mouth.] Like a dance, wrap this feeling around yourself and give in entirely, without missing a step.
[He lets his hold on Ryuu's hand slip away and down his arm, grazing over his wrist and down the rest of the way before he presses it back to that muscular body. From there, he draws it back up, pressing harder over his skin, dragging along it like a stretch.]
I want you. [It feels like he's been wanting this forever. How long has it been...? Over Ryuu's heart now, his dull fingernails dig in with a press and curl of his fingers, and he holds back from the next search for friction he wants. At the next kiss, he sucks at Ryuu's bottom lip more pointedly, teeth barely grazing it. This heat is molten, isn't it, overflowing like this... Slow but magnificent, ready to burst...
He's seriously aching for this, and with permission, he's only going to get bossier as they go.]
You want to feel me, don't you? So show me that thoroughly, Ryuu-kun. Let's increase this tempo a little more... ♪ [He's lame]
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and it's lucky ryuu is also lame at heart. his own flips at the words so bare and honest, and it's just what he needs to gather all the courage of that beat built up so wonderfully in his body. he knows that there's need flowing through his veins and heating them in all the right spots, that neither of them intended to draw it out much farther... but he can't help but tuck the bottle he'd fished from eichi's pocket aside for a few seconds.
those kisses dragging at his mouth leaves just as much of an impression as I want you does, and ryuu swears there's a flash on the backs of his eyelids when he closes them to lean into it. he presses that heart of his right into eichi's palm, rhythm written into his pulse. ]
I did say that, didn't I? [ ryuu's never been good with the complicated things, but that's why he's become especially clear of heart, of understanding certain things intrinsically. his return kisses have focus, deep enough to ache but fleeting enough to lure. his attentions are drifting elsewhere, language like that enough to keep him keyed up, to have him following. ] I meant it, you know? You're beautiful.
If you weren't - ah...! [ a sharp inhale through perfect teeth at the rocking and grinding in his lap, the shallow juncture of how they fit dizzying. he has to bite back a moan to continue. ] ...doing that so well, I'd think it really was a dream...
[ not something ephemeral, but something so vivid and amazing in its reality that it's taking his breath away. much more comfortable with nakedness than he might let on, ryuu's hands skirt down eichi's sides and then back up again, the pressure strong but gentle as he gets up underneath the hem of eichi's shirt and tugs, urging him to slough it off.
in its wake, he ducks away from his mouth to explore, trailing kisses down the pale column of his neck while he returns his hands to his waist to keep him anchored and let the rock of his hips grow stronger. ]
If I kept going like this [ light and wondering, kisses littering skin, open mouthed to speak richly against it ] I could touch all of you.
[ he won't last. neither will eichi, he's sure. but it's a pleasant thought. ]
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[Every grind of their hips drives Eichi crazier. He's a big believer in taking his time to enjoy it all, but impatience gets the better of him. Desperation leaks in, the desire to feel something before it's too late, never wanting to wait— and he leans more into the friction, drags skin against skin wherever he can, his voice a little more sound to it than air, now. His arms lift, his shirt is tossed aside, and then he's reaching right back for Ryuu. He curves his hand around the back of Ryuu's head and laces through his hair. The way his fingers curl tug at him more than one might expect him to manage, but he's hungry for more, and he's always felt like he needs to grip as tight as possible to make sure someone doesn't slip away. Even Ryuu.
It's dizzying, the way he kisses at him with such care. Him, beautiful...? He's heard it before, of course, and he's aware that he can have an appeal on stage, but beyond that... It's still something surprising to hear. Something he loves to hear. It fills his chest with warmth, mixing with the heat already sparking there, and the excited, tense twist like a coil waiting to unwind. His head dips down a little, a shuddering gasp pressed against the top of Ryuu's head as he wanders, and he grinds his hips harder, wanting more, dragging against him.]
When you deliver lines like that... [Ugh, it does sound like a dream come true, and he'd love nothing more than to sit here and indulge in such warmth, a slow drip that in his dream he can manage to make it through. But he can't, there's no way, not when his cock twitches between them and his mind races with imagination over what Ryuu must feel like. He can't help it, and he whines a little, leaning his body forward.] I can't tell if you're experienced or not.
[It's a light comment, breathed out on an almost laugh, and it's clear that he doesn't really mind either way. But really... Pure thoughts that could only come from an angel untouched like freshly fallen snow, and then these motions and lines that make his head spin so easily? How is that fair? Things are going to get out of hand too quickly like this. There has to be some control, or he'll become an embarrassing mess.
And so he yanks a little at Ryuu's hair, aiming to tilt his head back so that he can duck down and meet those lips again. His other hand moves to Ryuu's side, as his weight settles down more, and smooths up along it as he seeks to thoroughly steal his breath away— and then he's breathing softly against his lips, eyes meeting his even at this close distance, sharp and focused.]
I don't want to wait any longer.
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Okay... [ his eyes finally flutter shut and he's kissing at his mouth, once, twice, soft and quick. ] Okay.
[ ryuu's hands shift up from his hips, broad palms stroking up and around the length of his back, pressing reverently into skin. his fingers curl slightly like he still needs to steel himself, though they've come so far already. after a moment, he's reaching for the tube again, but he doesn't really want to let eichi out of the angles of his arms, so he leans in again, uncapping it behind his back. ]
I'm inexperienced.
[ he has to confirm it with a short laugh, his tone of voice a little hoarse in his throat. ]
But you make it feel really easy.
[ it's in the encouragement and the excitement that's built up between them this whole time, from the first and faintest of touches to the way that so much of their skin meets now. ryuu doesn't think he's ever felt so free and yet so achingly close, the heat they share completely mesmerizing. but - humans are born naked. it's not unnatural to him now that he's found himself here. not because of the moons, or the whims of the city itself. just because he wanted to. ]
I still might depend on you a little, though. I want you to enjoy it.
[ not that he thinks he won't, but he can't entirely shut off the twinge of nervousness he feels at potentially hurting him, given ryuu's... stature. ]
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Please... leave it to me. The both of us will enjoy this just as we've enjoyed everything else so far.
[One arm pulls back to rest over Ryuu's shoulder, instead, and he moves a little on his knees to spread his legs a bit further apart. He's still straddling him, he's still as close as he can manage, but—]
For a precious moment like this, I wouldn't dare do something that could worry you in the end. I'll control the pace, the angle, the bulk of it. I simply want you to help a little with those fingers of yours.
[His hand slides a little down Ryuu's arm, slender fingers brushing along the underside, encouraging but not moving so far back as to interfere or make the angle awkward. He just wants him to feel, to be touched, as he breathes against his cheek.]
So, please... rely on me, and trust me. Anything you do will only feel wonderful, but I'll be the one setting the speed in the end. I might even drive you a little crazy... since I'd like to see what sort of cute faces you might make.
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[ ryuu breathes out in a big whuff, as if that's all he needed to be put back at ease. a few jitters still tingle in his chest, but he's also left feeling a little light, almost giddy. like there are all kinds of butterflies in his stomach - little flutters that make the deeper ache pooled between his hips seem all the more powerful. eichi shifts his legs and ryuu moves with him, not letting him be the only one to let their bodies support one another. ]
I don't know about my face, [ a lopsided smile, because of the color he knows is still on his skin, his lips stained by kisses, wild hair gripped and raked about. ] But it sounds like fun, still. I keep thinking... it's amazing.
[ the feel of it, both in his body and his heart. this breathlessness is something he wants to chase honestly. by now, he's managed to get his fingers soaked with lubricant, arm following the coax of eichi's touch. ryuu gives a glimpse up to him, catching his eye and holding it hopefully. this time, he won't look away.
ryuu might give up control to him, but he wants to do as much as he can, by the same measure. after all, has he ever wanted anything other than to do his best? than to leave those who encounter him captivated? ]
Show me how you want to be touched, too.
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[He breathes a laugh, eyes twinkling as they meet with Ryuu's. His fingers trail down Ryuu's arm, guiding his wrist further, around and between his legs. A slow motion, drawing it out, making the movement itself sensual.]
Your words already touch me just how I'd like. Your voice, as well...
[But of course he wants to feel. He's been dying for more contact this whole time, and so of course he's going to push this and push this. He presses his own fingers over the back of Ryuu's palm to encourage his slick fingers to brush against him. He sucks in a breath just at that, head tilting back just slightly with the rest of his upper body, his other hand on Ryuu's chest.]
So just like that, I'd like if you could make me feel as though I'm something special from your touch, too. [He squeezes lightly at his wrist, a gentle pressure, anticipatory.] Not like I'm something fragile that might break, but like I'm a rare favorite of yours that you're finally allowed to indulge in...
[He's flushed all over, honestly, but his cheeks gain a little more color for that, and he ducks his head with a sheepish laugh. Like this, he's almost holding Ryuu's hand, though not wanting to get in the way. He wants his touch to guide, to linger, but not to obstruct or control completely, and he breathes slowly.]
I hope it's not too difficult to imagine. Start like this, please...
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I can imagine it... ah, no, I can do more when you say it like that.
[ moving past where he's stopped, ryuu breaks eichi's grasp away from his wrist. ]
You can hang onto me.
[ ryuu turns that brush of his fingers into something more substantial as he advances again, giving them a stroke down eichi's cock. just enough to trace its outline, thumb smoothing from tip to base, over the willing skin of its contours. ryuu draws in, close enough to shoulder as much of his weight as he can. leading with the tips of his fingers, he palms him as he works his touch further between his legs. curling his fingers upwards towards his ass, he angles his wrist and wets surrounding skin, dragging his touch across the tight well of muscle. even feeling things out, he's not trying to be slow anymore. everything's sharpening too fast, now.
his free arm still circles his waist, and leaning against him, he presses his lips to eichi's shoulder, balancing the sweet with the torrid. ]
Like that?
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[Eichi moves his arm to wrap around Ryuu's shoulders, hanging onto him as he'd offered. Like this, he can lean into him a little more, and the touch he's rewarded with is wonderful, especially after such a wait. It's well worth it, he thinks. Warmth spreads out in a rush, and the lewd noise he makes plays out so close to Ryuu's ear. He presses his other hand up, smoothing over the rest of Ryuu's chest and around his shoulders, as well. Like this, he can rake his fingers up through his hair, curling comfortably.
His breath hangs on every movement, every slick draw of a finger across skin or muscle. Genuine, but also guiding, letting his partner here just how he's doing. It's a little embarrassing, to allow himself to react or make noises without holding back, but he likes that, too.]
Just like that.
[Eichi practically purrs those words, his fingers playing with Ryuu's hair, massaging lines up and down, curling around locks, anything to try and get that excited tingle running down his spine.]
Even that mouth of yours on my shoulder... mm, all of it makes me feel like I'll lose control. I want it... I want it already. ♪ [His lips tuck closer, brushing against the edge of Ryuu's ear, his breathing hot and heavy.] I'll let you hear it all, so long as you want it. If you're really good, I'll even say your name, right here...
[His fingernails trace feather light down the base of Ryuu's neck now, and he exhales.]
Would you like that, I wonder...?
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You really want to go crazy, don't you? [ another laugh, edging on breathless. it's not lost on him, how much he's been able to enjoy this, to laugh when he wants. he can't decided whether or not he wants to speak or kiss into his shoulder, so he winds up doing both. even his scent his starting to sink into his senses, thrilling and raw. ] I feel it.
[ it's written into his body like a language ryuu is learning to read. ]
I do want to hear it too...
[ finally, he feels brave enough to splay his hand, thumb pressing into soft muscle as balance while he curls his wet fingers and presses one against his entrance. slow at first, but more confident once the tension starts to give. a few slick pumps has him sinking it inside fully, still taking a moment to get used to the sensation. it's enough of a pause to answer. ]
But only if you like saying it.
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It feels real. He feels wanted. In every way, he feels like there's love coming at him, and he wants to encourage it, to be swallowed by it, but that enthusiasm has him pressing forward with vigor, longing to swallow it all himself. Obsession, greed, gluttony, maybe— he doesn't care what it's called. He just wants to be surrounded by that warmth, embraced, and made to feel... worth something. Like he's making a lasting impression.
That finger slips into him, and Eichi sucks in a breath, stretching his fingers through Ryuu's hair. His other arm, the one that Ryuu is kissing the shoulder of, moves down, his hand gripping at his arm for some stability as he breathes out again.]
Ryuu-kun. [Pleased, practically dripping with the show of it, but he lets it hang for a moment to long, turning more into him, burying more of that sound.]
Let me make something clear... [Even if his voice is filled with lust, even if he's shifting his hips in whatever way might make this go smoother, or faster, or get him a more satisfying angle, or some movement again— even with all of that, he sounds so confident.]
I'll only do something if I want to. [Playfully, he nips the edge of his ear, before pressing a gentle kiss into the side of his head, just above it. Any other pumps of that finger will earn more noises, of course, as with the rest. His shoulder rolls the slightest bit, like he'd like to encourage those kisses, work them up more, and he nuzzles his face into Ryuu's hair affectionately, a sweet gesture mismatched with the heat of it all. Or... paired perfectly?]
Fufu... Take as little or as much time as you'd like with this part. I can take anything you might give me, you know.
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his name sounded so good like that, for just being his name - just being him, with nothing else attached to it. his heart aches and paces, but all the aches are good. ]
I won't forget. [ his chest tremors with amusement, with arousal, with all the fondness he's letting ride out with these motions. ] I don't think I'd be able to, after that, ah...
[ if he could just press reminders into every inch of this bare skin, he would. his lips kiss along his collar until his nose brushes warmly across the hollow of eichi's throat. squeezing his arm, he draws eichi into curving his back, using the new angle to move inside of him, to acclimate to the sensation of his intimate body heat. he curls his finger curiously, brushing against that tightness before pausing and withdrawing, then poising alongside a second one. ]
Really? You can...?
[ he sounds genuine, but there's a competitive sparkle in those dusky notes. ]
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The curl of that finger earns the muted start of a moan, his own hand slipping out of Ryuu's hair and gripping at the back of his neck. He's thrilled.]
I can.
[Insistent, even if his voice cracks the slightest bit in the delivery. It's fine, since he makes more of a show of it by shifting just so, so that he can nudge invitingly against those poised fingers. Completely shameless.]
Anything, ah, so don't hesitate too much.
[He tries to pull Ryuu closer, as if his face isn't already nudging against him, or his fingers intermittently inside of him. He's sure that his hammering pulse can be felt even from his throat. He's been having to swallow around it, after all.]
You feel so nice already...
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the breath he releases against eichi's skin is somewhat halted by slender fingers clutched to the back of his neck. like he can shake his thoughts loose by touch alone. he inhales again, body welling with restlessness, and lifts his face without opening his eyes to kiss at the underside of his jaw. like this, he can imagine the entirety of his pulse in his mouth.
it's enough to get a deep sound hitching up from the bottom of his chest, appreciative. that same twilight sound that his playfulness stands out against. ]
You feel that way too.
[ how his body takes his fingers in, the resistance becoming less pronounced. it's good. it's really good, to experience it this way, to get a taste of the fever, the cadence they're capable of. only the taut muscles coiled in his hips say otherwise, cock twitching and beading with precum. his brow knits faintly, concentration trying to go in two directions, suddenly. ]
Eichi-kun...
[ just his name, but it's the first time ryuu has sounded needy throughout this encounter. ]
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That's nice...
[Quiet, a rumble in his throat as he grips tighter at Ryuu everywhere he's holding. He must be starving for attention himself by now, right? He wants to make it worse, until he can't stand it...]
Please, keep sounding just like that... I want to hear it, you know? That I'm not the only one so drawn in.
[Admissions are the best way to encourage this, and it's a freeing sort of thing to be able to do, too. He feels more naked than he ever has before, like this, and it's a thrill. Like he's aware of every bit of skin exposed to cold air, anything that's covered by Ryuu's own warmth, and everything that's not. They can still grow closer. Almost, almost... He's ready, he's wanting. Fingers brush a particularly sensitive point, and he gasps louder, leaning more, whining.]
Ah, Ryuu-kun, that's enough, so let me feel all of you. [Despite him just earlier saying Ryuu can decide how long he wants to do this, he's changed his mind already. Of course. His hand tangles back into his hair, fingers curling tighter still.]
I'll grow cold if you don't... [He won't quite so easily, but. He's using everything to try and convince him.]
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