Liason

Liaison V2

Fingers trailed over silky skin, an almost ticklish sensation that awoke nerves and drew a quiet moan. The fingers continued their course downwards, over pale thighs, under the curve of taut calf muscles, before pulling away from petite toes. The removal of the fingers drew a small whimper.

However the situation was soon rectified as talented hands returned, teasing hard nipples as a warm body settled between spread legs. The position allowed the meeting of lips in a lingering kiss that was as much passion as tenderness. Tongues slid over and under each other, touching a retreating, a show of dominance and submission. Ryoma’s breath hitched in his chest when one of Fuji’s hands chose to settle on his erection to lazily pump it in time with the thrusting of his tongue. Desperate, Ryoma tired to capture Fuji’s tongue, wanting to return some of the heat that had settled in his blood. Yet, Fuji’s tongue evaded his, withdrawing to deposit open mouthed kisses down the line of his throat.

The sensation of Fuji’s hands and mouth drove him into a sea of bliss. He reached for Fuji, needing an anchor to stop himself from drowning, but his actions only drove Fuji further. He was almost writhing, the entire experience driving him out of his mind. He’d be embarrassed to learn later he’d been making pathetic mewls of pleasure at each and every one of Fuji’s caresses.

Even distracted as he was, he felt the fingers that began to probe at his entrance. He had to swallow a whimper of discomfort as they began to penetrate and stretch him. Noticing his distress, Fuji put more effort into distracting him and Ryoma lost himself, once more in a haze of pleasure.

Prying his eyes open he found Fuji staring at him intently, blue eyes filled with a heat that Ryoma thought would consume him. The thought of it drove pleasurable shivers down his spine, the movement breaking the connection between their eyes, and he watched as Fuji ran his tongue from the base of his erection to its tip in one slow, teasing lick.

Fuji’s blue eyes flickered wickedly at him, and Ryoma’s eyes closed at the pure sensation as Fuji immediately deep throated him. He arced off the bed as Fuji’s throat muscles rippled along his length as the older boy swallowed around his erection. He forced his eyes open to watch Fuji slowly release his erection in a move that was overwhelmingly erotic.

“Tease!” The breathy complaint lacked any strength.
“Mmm” Fuji hummed around Ryoma’s erection, sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine. He tried to arc into the talented mouth, but his hips were anchored to the bed by the older boys hands.

His arousal tried to reach a crescendo when Fuji found his prostate and began to stroke it in time with his swirling tongue. Yet Fuji wasn’t done playing, denying him release and withdrawing from Ryoma altogether.

Ryoma was unable to stop a moan of disappointment from escaping causing Fuji to smile fiendishly. He tried arching off the bed to entice his lover back, but it only caused Fuji to increase the distance. Annoyed by Fuji’s teasing, but craving release, he gave in.

“Please.”
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t stop.”
“Just taking the time to admire my handiwork.” Fuji accompanied the words with a hand stroking down Ryoma’s side.
“Please!”

Fuji smiled enigmatically but refused to answer. Tired of waiting on Fuji’s whims he decided to take matters (and himself) into his own hands.

The solid grip on his member was bliss after Fuji’s teasing touches, and he slowly stroked his fist up and down. As he lost himself in his arousal, he sped up, trying to reach the pinnacle. As he touched that white hot sensation, a cry of ecstasy falling from his lips, a hand encircled the base of his member, preventing his ejaculation. Ryoma collapsed to the bed, panting harshly, and yet no closer to satisfaction than he was previously. He glared at Fuji’s amused visage.

“Was that fun?” Ryoma snarled at him.
“Ah ah, don’t frighten me, I might leave you here.” Fuji emphasised his words by tweaking Ryoma’s nose, causing the younger boy to go briefly cross-eyed.
“Bastard!”
“Tut, tut, manners dear boy.”

Fuji smiled pleasantly before bombarding Ryoma’s nipples with a series of teasing licks, causing Ryoma to squirm beneath the assault. When he attempted to fold the older boys head in place for more than those tantalising caresses, Fuji once again pulled away, gazing down at the younger boy.

Ryoma growled at him.
It was a sound of discontent. It was a sound of frustration. It was a sound of rebellion.
He used Fuji’s perched position against him, toppling the older boy to the bed, quickly claiming the position above the older boy.

Fuji smiled mildly at him.
“If you wanted to try a new position Ryoma, you only had to ask.”

Ryoma’s smile was all edged teeth. It was sharp, vicious and slightly more than manic. Knowing Fuji, he was congratulating himself on a job well done, or at least he would have been until Ryoma decided to replace some of the tensai’s brain cells with mush, with a passionate kiss that was more an invasion of Fuji’s mouth than anything else.

When Ryoma pulled away from the kiss, his smirk was eerily reminiscent of Fuji’s. Ryoma sat up straighter and pushed his sweat slicked hair back from his face, and then repeated the movement for Fuji. Locking eyes with Fuji, the connection sizzled as Ryoma reached for the lube.

To distract Fuji while he applied copious amounts of lube to his erection, Ryomaleaned in for another mind melting kiss. Ensured of at least a momentary victory, he reached back and began to slowly lower himself onto Fuji’s slicked erection. Even concentrating on his task, he didn’t miss the small hitch in Fuji’s breathing as he continued to spear himself on the older boy’s erection.
Finally seated on Fuji’s pelvis, he smirked wickedly at the boy beneath him. Now he’d show Fuji what he’d learnt under the tensai’s teasing tutelage. While Fuji knew all his weaknesses it was too often forgotten that he also know Fuji’s.

Raising himself off the tensai’s erection, he set up a shallow rhythm that was at a pace Ryoma knew drove Fuji crazy. Ensuring Fuji’s continued attention, he lowered his head to the older boys chest, and licked his way around one rosy nipple. Once it hardened, he lapped across the nipple, and even as the sensation registered driving a groan from Fuji, he bit down. Hard!
Fuji arced off the bed, a loud cry drawn from his throat. Ryoma soothed the mark, with quick flicks of his tongue, before moving across to the other nipple to give it the same treatment. The act meant Ryoma had a harshly panting Fuji n\\beneath him, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted to drive Fuji as far out of his mind as the older boy often drove Ryoma.

With that in mind, he shifted his attentions to Fuji’s neck. Placing teasing nips up the column of Fuji’s throat Ryoma laved attention on the juncture of the tensai’s neck before moving off the suckle Fuji’s earlobe.

“And you call me a tease.” Fuji’s breath panted harshly against Ryoma’s ear.
“That’s because you are.” Ryoma switched to nibbling on the left ear.
“Mmm, you could be right.”

Ryoma liked Fuji cooperating. Ryoma liked him even better when he was wild.
In a quick movement, he bit down on the juncture of Fuji’s neck. The action caused Fuji to jolt beneath him, the movement pushing Fuji’s erection in at the right angle to hit Ryoma’s prostate. Ryoma froze, panting harshly against the older boy’s neck as the sparks rushed through his veins. Fuji seized the moment to once again reverse their positions, and Ryoma found himself on his back staring into heated blue eyes.

He couldn’t look away even as Fuji began to move, deep strokes that filled him and then left him all too empty. The pace was fast and hard, and Ryoma was quickly feeling the rush of white hot pleasure blotting out his mind. He was driven over the edge, as Fuji’s pelvis ground into his, sandwiching his erection between their two bodies, giving him enough friction to reach the desired climax. A few moments later, Fuji followed him over, body collapsing on top of Ryoma.
It was a few moments before Ryoma worked up the mind enough to realise Fuji was crushing him and pushed the older boy off. Fuji rolled onto his side next to him, but dragged his arm up to rest across Ryoma’s shoulders.

“I like it when you’re aggressive, Ryoma. We should do it that way more often.”
“Only if there’s not hours of teasing before hand.”
“But you enjoy it.”
“…without the teasing.”
“Mmm.” Fuji’s tone was noncommittal.
“Fuji...!”
“Hmm?”
“Next time without the teasing.”

Fuji didn’t respond, instead pulling Ryoma over to curl up to his side. He was soon asleep, enigmatic smile in place once more.