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The Villa	By : Bloodysyren Category: +S to Z > Toradora! Views: 1763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Villa
- 1
It was near the end of the group’s stay at Ami’s villa by the sea. Ryuji had told everyone to head up to bed, he would finish doing the dishes. He heaved a contented sigh, finally able to be alone with his thoughts. As he went over what would have to be done at home once he returned, the thought of what had happened last night flashed through his mind and he shuddered, but out of desire or fear, he didn’t know.

All he could think about was Kitamura coming in holding that damned towel in front of him. Damn, how could he be so stupid, not realizing that there was not one, but THREE girls in the house with them?? And, on top of that, who would ever walk around someone else’s house butt-naked with just a towel in front of their….Ryuji started to salivate at the thought.

No, no! Bad! That was very bad! No one in their right mind thinks of their best friend naked, especially if that friend was handsome, intelligent, witty, well built, with a flat stomach and smooth pale skin, with just a towel…..Damn! Damn, damn damn Kitamura and his……sexiness. Aargh! Why was he thinking things like this? He couldn’t stop, but at the same time, he couldn’t justify these thoughts at all. Ugh, this was so frustrating, not to mention very arousing.

He finished drying the dishes and putting them away as he plodded up to his room, passing Minorin’s, Taiga’s and Ami’s. He silently wished them all a good night as he passed their doors, sliding his feet down the hallway, shuffling past Kitamura’s room. As he was about to reach his door, he noticed his friend’s door was ajar, and peeking in saw him lying on his bed, reading.

If only he hadn’t gazed for so long, if only Kitamura hadn’t glanced over, if only the door wasn‘t open, if only…there were so many things he could have thought of that would have changed things, but none of them were of any concern now. As Ryuji glanced in at his friend lying on the bed, Kitamura glanced over, noticed him, and invited him to sit down, closing the book and setting it on his nightstand.

Ryuji crossed the threshold, leaning against the door, closing it slowly and softly with his weight. He locked it on instinct. Crossing the small room to sit at the desk by Kitamura’s bed, he tried to look anywhere but at his best friend, everything setting off that thought again, of his eyes following those water droplets down the smooth curve of his chest, before diving for that damned towel, getting an eyeful of Kitamura’s firm body…his WHOLE body.

Wiping the thoughts from his head, he attempted to hold a conversation with the young man sitting on the bed, staring intently at him. He tried not to stutter, he tried not to fidget, he tried not to look anywhere but those captivating, stern eyes, but even that ended up being a bad idea, imagining those sharp eyes scanning his own body, Kitamura undressing him with his gaze, lust spilling over from under those dark lashes. He shuddered a little and his ever-observant friend noticed in an instant, inquiring,

“What’s wrong, Ryuji? You seem troubled by something.”

Oh God, he had said it. His name spilled from those plush lips. It was as if he had heard his own name for the very first time, as if it had never been spoken to him before. He started to fidget, his eyes scanned the room for anything that might calm him down.

“No, it’s nothing, just thinking.” He laughed nervously.

“About what?” Kitamura pressed him to spill it.

“Just the incident that happened last night.” He laughed again. “Just thinking about how brave you were to walk out into the kitchen with only a towel.”

On no! There, now he’d done it! He’d started thinking all over again, and he knew this was not going to end well. His mind traced and retraced the events of last night, Kitamura walking in, claiming that he had heard Ryuji’s voice and he came to see what all the commotion was. If Kitamura had been thinking at all, he would have realized that only crazy people have conversations with themselves, so there must have been people with him. It was obvious, and yet, Ryuji couldn’t help thinking in the back of his mind that the whole incident was just for him. He could see Kitamura blush a little.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking. I heard your voice and wanted to make sure everything was alright, but I guess I just forgot about everyone else.” He placed a hand across the back of his head, cracking that genuine grin that you couldn’t help but smile back a little, knowing he didn’t really mean any harm. As Ryuji began to speak, he couldn’t seem to stop himself, his mouth working before his brain caught up.

“Were you doing it for me?” He blurted out.

“For you?” Kitamura mused. “I’m not sure. I guess I just acted the way I always do. You know how friendly we all are in the locker room, it just seemed natural I guess.”

“I guess you’re right. But still, there were three girls with us. How could you forget something like that so easily?”

Kitamura shrugged. Ryuji was kicking himself. How could he be so stupid? Were you doing it for me? What am I, a love-struck little bitch? His true thoughts had been revealed and now that they were out in the open, he couldn’t possibly take them back now. He felt so foolish. He knew that Kitamura didn’t feel the same way he did, or thought he did, realized he did? This was just stupid. Thinking and acting were two completely different things, and just by thinking about things wasn’t going to make them happen.

Besides, he didn’t really even think that his feelings for Kitamura were changing at all. Were they? Was this something inevitable? Something he had no control over, just like his thoughts, something that seemed to come unbidden, welling up from deep inside him like a winter hot spring? He heard Kitamura continue,

“I don’t know,” he sighed, “I guess in part I was doing it for you.” Ryuji sat stunned at this sudden confession.

“I had waited for so long to finally get a chance to be alone with you, to hang out with you, just as another friend and relax over Summer Vacation. My previous Summer Vacations have always been filled with either reading or homework in preparation for the following school year, so it was nice to just relax finally and be able to…be myself.” He blushed. Ryuji didn’t know what to say. He was dumbfounded. All he could do was stare, and stare, and stare at this young man who had just made a major confession to him, in his bedroom, with the evening light fading behind him. Ryuji knew that he had to break the silence.

“I know what you mean,” he said, “I guess I had wanted a guys only Summer Vacation too, you know, watching scary movies, riding our bikes around town, getting in some good memories before the final school year started.” Kitamura smiled at him, still with that cute blush spreading across his cheeks. Ryuji’s eyes, but not his brain registered the shift of the bed as Kitamura rose to his feet and crossed the distance between them. Ryuji’s eyes glanced up at the young man now towering over him, reaching out to place a warm hand against his cheek, those soft lips coming closer to cover his now dry mouth. He leaned into the kiss instinctively, craving this contact. He couldn’t even remember a time when he had ever been this intimate with anyone before. In the back of his mind, he was struggling to get away, to break the kiss that had ended up being his first ever, and the fact that it was his best friend who was claiming his mouth so possessively seemed to make it worse.

But in reality, his hands gripped the front of Kitamura’s shirt, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. His brain scrambled to catch up to all of the feelings and emotions surging through his body at this moment. His mouth was so warm, Ryuji could feel his cheeks get hot merely thinking about what was happening right now. As Kitamura broke the kiss, Ryuji saw a flash of red stain his cheeks. They pulled apart and once again, all Ryuji could do was stare, but this time, it was a stare of desire and lust, not a stare of confusion and disbelief. He stood up, intending to say something that would allow him to go to his room and sleep this off, to be able to think things over, to clear his head, but instead, the only words that came out were,

“Again. Do it again.” He knocked the chair onto the floor in his haste to get up. Things seemed to be escalating very rapidly. Kitamura glanced at him differently now, not in a sweet, caring kind of gaze, but in a predatory way, indicating that there was nothing Ryuji could do from being claimed by this sensual beast, his best friend, soon to turn lover, this young man with the audacity to walk into the communal kitchen with a towel not even tied securely and low around his waist, but holding it as if rushing in to check that things were alright and genuinely forgetting that there were women present in the house.

Kitamura looked Ryuji hard in the face, his stony gaze causing the boy to step back a little bit, slightly disturbed by the look behind those glasses which flashed in the lamplight. Kitamura stepped forward, determined, pressing his friend against the door. Ryuji gasped when his back hit the hard surface. He couldn’t run anymore. Not that he was trying very hard to begin with. Kitamura flashed a grin at him. Now Ryuji wasn’t sure if coming in to talk was such a good idea.

“You want me to kiss you again?” Kitamura questioned. Ryuji gulped. Yeah, this definitely wasn’t a good idea, not with Kitamura looking like that. It was as if a plan of his had been foiled, and Ryuji was the culprit who had fucked everything up. He felt like he could just die under that icy gaze. There was a twinge of lust that twisted inside Ryuji’s stomach and he wasn’t exactly sure why. A hand pressed itself against the door by his head and his eyes began to lose focus.

“I asked if you wanted me to kiss you again, Ryuji?” His voice was almost threatening. Ryuji swallowed again, trying his hardest to straighten his vision. Suddenly, he had a revelation. Kitamura had felt like this all along! He had only walked out in that damn towel to gauge Ryuji’s feelings. Damn it! And damn him!

Ryuji eyes flashed into focus, taking on a lustful glint, meeting that sharp gaze. He quickly gripped the front of Kitamura’s shirt, crushing their mouths together again, sliding his tongue past those smooth lips, intent on being the first one to claim that perfect mouth. Kitamura couldn’t believe it. He was startled when Ryuji had brought up the incident from last night, but now, he was completely dumbstruck. Ryuji pushed him backwards, making him stumble against the bed, falling into it and landing on top of him, lips still locked. It felt like Ryuji would suck the very soul from his body with a kiss like that.

Well, if Ryuji thought that something as simple as a kiss was going to phase him, he was wrong. Ryuji started when his friend slid a hand between them, gripping Ryuji’s semi-hard shaft in his fist. He pressed his palm up and rubbed reassuringly, his other hand reaching up to toss his glasses into his suitcase next to the bed. Ryuji broke the kiss to gasp loudly, his hips pressing down instinctively, loving the sweet friction he felt from that strong hand. Kitamura smiled and loved the blush that crept across his friend’s cheeks, both embarrassed and aroused. Ryuji couldn’t believe that this was happening, but he had absolutely no power to stop it! And he almost felt ashamed at realizing that he had wanted this for so long.

He latched his mouth to Kitamura’s neck, nuzzling into that soft, sweet flesh. The boy below him turned his head to the side, exposing more skin to that hungry mouth. He tried as hard as he could to control himself, but unable to hold back any longer, considering the present circumstances, Kitamura let a soft cry spill from his lips. A flash of lust ricocheted through Ryuji’s brain, his only desire was to get Kitamura to make more sounds like that. His friend squeezed between his legs again, earning a throaty moan from the boy above him, feeling that warm breath panted against his neck.

As Ryuji’s arms gave out, he rested his elbows on either side of Kitamura’s head. Kitamura still continued to squeeze hard between their bodies, engaging his other hand to undo the clasp and zipper quickly, taking Ryuji by surprise, causing him to gasp loudly as he felt those nimble fingers slide into his pants, curling around his hot shaft. Kitamura’s head was spinning, feeling that long, hard flesh in his grip, his own painful erection straining against his pants. Ryuji moaned into the sheets, his muscles relaxing at the pleasurable sensation. He sat up and looked down at the boy below him. Flashing a cheeky grin, he gripped the hem of Kitamura’s shirt and tugged it over his head, tossing it behind him. Kitamura smiled and returned the gesture, throwing Ryuji’s shirt to the floor. Ryuji began staring for the third time that night, hands resting gently on Kitamura’s chest, fascinated. Kitamura was blushing again, that perfect shade of red staining his cheeks, dripping down even to his neck.

“What are you so nervous about, Kitamura?” Ryuji purred, sliding a hand across that smooth chest, loving the feel of the warm skin beneath his palm. Kitamura shuddered and bucked his hips as one of his nipples was pinched experimentally. He arched up under the touch and Ryuji smiled confidently. His hand slid over to the other small bud, sliding his thumb over it. Kitamura whimpered.

“That really gets you excited, doesn’t it?” He pinched both at the same time and Kitamura let out a heady groan, closing his eyes in bliss. He couldn’t believe it. Ryuji was actually stepping up and playing with him. He was sure that his forwardness with that kiss would have scared off his friend for good, but apparently, it had only ignited the spark that had now turned into a raging fire of lust.

“What if I play with something else?” Ryuji’s hands traveled lower, resting at the clasp of his friend’s pants, flicking open the button of Kitamura’s jeans. In a flash, he had yanked the zipper down and had freed Kitamura from his pants, stroking that smooth shaft in his now sure, steady hand. Kitamura sighed and Ryuji stared, watching his own cock twitch in response. He leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on those plump lips, stretching his fingers to grip both of them in his slick palm, stroking both hard, rubbing the sensitive undersides together. Ryuji’s breath hitched in his throat. So good!

Kitamura’s mouth fell open, gasping Ryuji’s name. He crushed their mouths together again and thrust his hips up, wanting more. He moaned into Ryuji’s mouth and nibbled on his lower lip, squirming below his captor. Ryuji continued to stroke both of them, feeling himself drip precum, making things smoother, slicking his palm and mingling with Kitamura’s seed weeping from the head of his cock. Ryuji loosened his grip and slid off the bed onto the floor, kneeling between Kitamura’s legs, eyelevel with his bobbing erection.

Ryuji shivered with pleasure. After spending so long daydreaming since last night, he was finally going to be able to wrap his lips around that smooth, soft flesh. He lowered his head and as his lips closed around the tip, he heard Kitamura gasp in surprise. Ryuji flicked his tongue out to slide against the head, hearing a strangled cry above him. Encouraged by this display, he dipped his head, taking in more of Kitamura into his mouth.

“Oh God! Ryuji, Ahhh!” Kitamura gasped, biting his knuckles to stop from crying out. Ryuji lifted his head for a moment to observe his flustered companion.

“My my, you must really be enjoying yourself if you look like that. I haven’t even begun to really do anything, and you’re already screaming my name.” Ryuji smirked, running his thumb across the head, feeling a shudder rip through Kitamura’s frame.

“What shall we do next, hmm? I kind of want you to reciprocate.” He stood up and stroked Kitamura’s shaft, leaning over him to attack a small nipple. Kitamura bucked into his fist, loving the warm feeling that was spreading throughout his whole body. He had only ever played with himself, the thought of experimenting with another guy, let alone his best friend, had only been a consideration since the beginning of high school, and even then, the thought was always in the back of his mind since he was so involved in school activities and so busy with homework.

But now that it was actually happening, not only did he think it was a good idea, it was absolutely wonderful! Ryuji seemed to know exactly what to do, exactly how to twist his hand or slide his tongue across Kitamura’s skin to make him flinch in pleasure. Suddenly, Kitamura placed a hand on Ryuji’s bare chest, forgetting for a moment that they were both shirtless. Ryuji looked a little confused at first and then as Kitamura switched their places and pushed Ryuji down onto the bed, things began to become clear to him. He relaxed against the sheets and closed his eyes, wanting every touch and kiss to be a surprise.

Kitamura gripped the top of Ryuji’s pants and pulled them off, tossing them on top of the shirts. He quickly stripped himself of the rest of his clothing and finally pulled off Ryuji’s boxers, running his hands up those creamy thighs, covering his erection with one hand, the other sliding underneath to grip his balls, rolling them slowly between his fingers. Ryuji gasped, feeling himself held so firmly, that strong hand pumping him lazily, making him squirm. He moaned, feeling one of Kitamura’s fingers stroke that place underneath his balls, what was it called again? The Pera…no that wasn’t it, the Perineu…ahhhhhh! Ryuji’s mind went hazy and his thoughts were lost as he felt that sinful mouth clamp onto one of his nipples, biting a little, tongue running across the hard nub.

“Ahhh! Oh, Kitamura, more! Ahh!” Ryuji gasped harshly, bucking his hips, his back arching. Kitamura smiled and leaned closer to lap at the hollow of Ryuji’s throat, that strong tendon jutting out from the taught flesh.

“Who is calling whose name now?” Kitamura questioned, pressing his finger up into Ryuji’s body, against the tender skin between his balls and ass, sliding his finger along teasingly. He heard a whimper of need burst past those kiss-bruised lips. He felt the muscles of Ryuji’s stomach clench as he whispered his lips along that dark treasure trail, kissing a sharp hipbone. Kitamura nibbled the trembling inner thighs, brushing his nose against those soft, dark curls, Ryuji was panting now, wishing Kitamura would just hurry up!

As if he had said it out loud, Kitamura whispered, “You know, we can’t rush something so delicate. It has to be savored and appreciated, like your body, Ryuji.” The named boy shivered, hearing his name for the third time that night, spilling from those sweet lips. Kitamura’s finger slid lower, prodding that sensitive bud between Ryuji’s legs, shaking now from anticipation. As Kitamura’s strong, thin finger pressed inside of him, Ryuji had a sudden desire spark within him. He placed an open palm on Kitamura’s chest.

“Wait.”

“What is it, Ryuji?” Kitamura noticed him flinch.

“I…” Ryuji stammered, “I want to be on top.” Kitamura smiled at his friend’s forwardness being displayed for the second time that night. Kitamura stood up from between Ryuji’s legs and said,

“The oil’s in the bathroom, on the left-hand side of the counter.” Ryuji got up off the bed and wandered into the bathroom, snatching up the bottle of oil and scurrying back into the bedroom. He nearly let it slip from his fingers as he saw Kitamura lying on the bed, reclining on his elbow, facing the door, a smoldering look in his eyes. Ryuji’s resolve faltered when he met that sharp gaze, walking back to the side of the bed on shaky legs. Kitamura rolled over onto his back as Ryuji kneeled between his legs at the foot of the bed.

Their eyes met and Ryuji’s breath hitched in his throat as his eyes traveled down his friend’s body, smoothing out sharp curves and dipping into deep ravines, trying his hardest to memorize everything he saw. He let the oil slide from his fingers onto the bed and reached out again to simply run the backs of his hands along Kitamura‘s inner thighs. He felt that warm, smooth skin beneath his fingers and instantly, strong desire hit him completely, the thought that transformed into pure need at wanting to possess that perfect body, to feel the incredible heat and fiery passion that he knew welled up deep inside his, dare he say it, his lover.

Kitamura picked up the bottle of oil and opened it, slicking a few fingers of his right hand, lifting his legs a little and slid a hand between his thighs, pressing a finger gently into his own entrance. Ryuji could only look on in astonishment and disbelief. All of his doubts were soon swept away with one short mewling sound that burst past Kitamura’s lips, the look on his face of pure bliss caused Ryuji’s already hard cock to weep at the tip, making him blush at his own excitement.

Ryuji’s mind nearly went blank when Kitamura asked him a question,

“Would you mind helping me?”

“I…uhhh….” Ryuji stammered.

“It’s simple, put some oil on your fingers…” Kitamura panted, nearly breathless from the sensations, but somehow still managing to sound calm and casual about the whole thing. Ryuji did as he was told, rubbing the slippery liquid between his fingers and thumb, looking at his hand almost in a state of confusion.

“Now, bring them closer.” Kitamura continued. He slid his fingers out and guided Ryuji’s fingers to his entrance, gripping his wrist hard to push his fingers in a little.

“You have to use your muscles a bit to keep from being pushed out.” He replied coolly again. Ryuji pressed his hand against Kitamura’s ass, finding it as difficult as Kitamura had said, feeling other strong muscles pressing against him, trying to force his fingers out. He pressed up a little forcefully, but still carefully and heard Kitamura gasp, his body clenching around the fingers inside him in a sudden wave of pleasure.

Ryuji shuddered and experimentally twisted his hand, earning another surprised moan and a swell of confidence in his chest. He spread his fingers a little and pressed in again, hearing a third whimper of need. Ryuji watched as Kitamura spread his legs further apart and his hips bucked up, the precum dripping from his shaft onto his stomach. Ryuji couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and lapping at the sweet, tangy fluid, drawing all of it into his mouth. He couldn’t help but savor the taste of it against his tongue. He swallowed greedily, sliding his tongue along the underside of Kitamura’s hard cock, making the boy beneath him flinch as Ryuji drove his fingers in deeper, brushing his fingertips against a soft bundle of nerves that caused Kitamura to cry out loudly.

“OH!” Kitamura panted, turning his face to the sheets. Ryuji gently thrust in again and then pulled his fingers out with one final spreading of Kitamura’s ass and stroked himself a little, spreading the precum leaking from his tip around the head. Scooting his knees closer to Kitamura‘s body, he could feel his legs shaking out of excitement, finally being able to claim the beautiful boy underneath him. He had never thought that after only daydreaming about the events of last night that he would actually be able to do something like this with Kitamura.

Ryuji positioned himself at Kitamura’s entrance, pausing to press his legs a little farther back in order to make the process easier. Ryuji slowly pressed the head of his cock against Kitamura’s ass, finding it extremely difficult to even get started. He tried pushing in a little, but the muscles were relentless in keeping anyone and everything out. Kitamura noticed how much difficulty he was having, and asked if he could help.

“I’m not sure. I just don’t want to hurt you, you know?” Ryuji said sheepishly.

“Shall we try something different, or do you want to give it one more shot?” Kitamura asked. Ryuji wasn’t sure. He felt a warm hand on his chest again as Kitamura eased him onto his back and straddled his hips, those smooth thighs tightening against his ribs. He felt a warm hand wrap around his erection, squeezing playfully. He gasped softly at the contact and felt Kitamura’s strong legs grip him securely, feeling the boy’s body rise off of him, positioning his cock once more at Kitamura’s warm entrance.

As he was pushed into that hot, slick body, Ryuji let out a shaky breath. He could feel his muscles relaxing and tensing at the same time feeling that wonderful heat completely surrounding him. As he opened his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of Kitamura’s pale throat exposed, his chest heaving, mouth open, panting. Ryuji couldn’t tear his eyes away from such an arousing sight. As he felt his whole cock being swallowed by that incredible heat, he could only moan Kitamura’s name. He felt the shuddering body above him, that tight cavern squeezing him from all sides. His mind was reeling.

Thinking on it for a minute, this was a memory he was definitely going to remember, and to think, it had all started with Kitamura walking into the kitchen, stupidly forgetting that there were girls in the house. As Ryuji’s mind flashed back to last night, all of the surprised looks on everyone’s faces, the ridiculous hilarity with which Minorin had nearly attacked Kitamura in order to take pictures of him, the white towel slipping from his grasp…Those perfect hips started to move and Ryuji moaned loudly.

His mind was torn back to reality as Kitamura lifted his body off of Ryuji’s hips and slid back down again. As he repeated the action, Ryuji’s breath hitched in his throat, he closed his eyes tight against the sensations washing over him. With every press of Kitamura’s body on his cock, he let out another heavy sigh, his brain going haywire from lust. He wanted Kitamura to move faster, he wanted to see him completely undone and writhing, panting, screaming for more.

Ryuji struggled to sit up and managed to make it to his elbows as Kitamura leaned down to kiss him fiercely on the lips, that searching tongue claiming his hot mouth. Ryuji moaned and instinctively pressed his hands against Kitamura’s head, falling back down into the sheets, dragging Kitamura down with him, losing himself in that sinful kiss. Kitamura pushed his hips down and felt Ryuji moan against his mouth, hips shooting up, hands flying down from his head to his hips, pressing them down as Ryuji ground into him, lust seeming to overpower his senses.

Kitamura gasped headily, biting his lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. He pushed his hips down as far as they could go, but he wanted Ryuji to move faster, he wanted to see that beautiful face as his lover came inside him, muscles tensing, mouth open, gasping his name. Ryuji couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to push deeper, to hear Kitamura scream, to feel him writhing beneath him in pleasure. Ryuji suddenly stilled his movement, stopping Kitamura’s hips with his hands. Kitamura’s body hovered over Ryuji’s wondering why he had stopped so suddenly. As Ryuji lifted Kitamura off of him and pushed him down into the sheets, Kitamura once more saw that devilish flash of lust in those dark eyes when he had first kissed Ryuji.

He knew that just by opening up a little and making Ryuji more comfortable around him, Kitamura had unleashed the caged raging desire within Ryuji. All of the pent up emotions, all of the ravenous hunger, the inflamed lust. Deep within Ryuji, as Kitamura felt his back pressed into the sheets by a strong hand, his legs lifted against his stomach, that strong piece of flesh pushed between his thighs, he felt the unquenchable thirst for release, for pure pleasure that dominated Ryuji‘s every move.

As Kitamura was filled once again, he felt his lips caught up in a searing kiss, his knees pressed to his chest, tightening around Ryuji’s shoulders, arms taught by his head, gripping the sheets so hard, his knuckles turned white. He opened his eyes, looking at Ryuji in the dim light of the room. As he felt those strong hips thrust against his shuddering body, he let a pleasured moan escape his teeth-bruised lips, crying out with every thrust.

“Oh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Yes! Mmmmmm……” Kitamura couldn’t stop the pleading noises that spilled past his lips. His back arched in pleasure as Ryuji suddenly attacked his neck and wrapped his warm fingers around Kitamura’s weeping erection, threatening to send him over the edge any minute. Kitamura could feel Ryuji’s panting, ragged breath hot against his neck, setting his nerves on fire, that husky voice whispering his name, making him shudder with renewed pleasure, feeling the tingle of lust all the way down to his toes.

Ryuji pushed deeper, his body almost convulsively driving into that pliant, heavenly body below him, feeling that shiver of release spark in his stomach. He could hear Kitamura’s pleading voice, those soft mewling sounds rising to a fever pitch as he drove mercilessly into his lover’s body. Ryuji’s grip tightened on Kitamura’s twitching cock, pumping faster and faster with his increasing pace. Kitamura could only cling desperately to Ryuji and cry out helplessly as he felt his orgasm being ignited by those tight, skilled fingers. A coil of pleasure finally snapped within Kitamura as his mouth opened wide, his eyes squeezed shut and he could only scream Ryuji’s name.

“AH! Ryuji! Ahhh! More! Nnnngh! Yes! Yes!” Kitamura’s whole body felt like it was on fire, but it was a fire that made him want to feel that way forever, a sweet burning sensation that filled him completely. Ryuji’s release came soon after, feeling the hot spill of Kitamura’s seed across his hand, that tight cavern closing in around him, closing him off from everything else.

All he could feel: Kitamura‘s body. All he could smell: Kitamura‘s scent. All he could see: Kitamura‘s face. The young boy completely dominated his every sense. He heard Kitamura’s breathy cries, he felt those blunt nails scratched down his body, leaving a warm pleasure spreading throughout his whole frame. Ryuji moaned his release, feeling every fiber of his body inflamed with a relaxing heat. He finally collapsed on top of Kitamura, both panting heavily, their ragged sighs finally slowing to natural, calmer breathing. As Ryuji rested for a moment, he found his voice and whispered low,

“When you said that you wanted to make memories with me this Summer, is this what you had in mind?” He smiled faintly, weakly.

“I guess it was. Did you enjoy your taste of a boys only Summer Vacation?”

“Yes, it was surprisingly enjoyable. But, I was wondering…”

“Hmmmm…?”

“Will you make good memories with me tomorrow night too?” Ryuji smiled and looked at Kitamura who silently placed a kiss on his lips and nuzzled against his neck sleepily.
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