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Author: Lennith
Series: s.CRY.ed
Disclaimer: I don’t own, profit from, nor had anything to do with the creation of s.CRY.ed! I am but a lowly pervert with too much imagination for my own good.
Pairing: KazuRyu, RyuKazu, hints of KazuTachi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex! Swears! Sins come in Pairs! This is a yaoi fic. If you feel the man-on-man vibe, go elsewhere or read at your own risk. May contain small pieces not suitable for children under the age of 4. You have been warned.
A/N: Sooooooooooorry sorry sorry sorry don’t kill me sorry. I know it’s been a LONG time since I’ve updated. Just had major computer failures and overhauls as well as a busy life. ARGH! I must defend the honor of s.CRY.ed from the Mary Sues! THIS CHAPTER IS SMUT. SMUT SMUT SLIPPERY MANSMUT. All this het makes me irritable. *huffs*
Thank you all for still reading this Frankenstein. Much Love, Lennith.
Flies and Spiders
On my lonesome in this world
My hands start to long for
Your skin
My mouth starts to long for
Your kiss
Your kiss
And the sun burns my skin
But it's outside and in, it's burning
Only you can soothe me
Come cool me down
I want you in my reach
Oh, the things I'd doooooooo to you
I touch you when I close my eyes
And the sun burns my skin
But it's outside and in, I'm burning
Only you can soothe me
Come cool me down
LAMB - Lusty
Ryuhou awoke slowly and lazily the next morning. He could tell by the slant of the sun shining over his closed eyes that it was after the time he usually woke up, but still fairly early in the day. He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillows, stretching slightly. He gasped sharply as a faint spark of pain shot up his spine. The night before rushed back to him, how Kazuma and he had…
Kazuma… Ryuhou groped the spot in bed next to him only to find cool sheets. He sat up sharply, glancing around the unfamiliar room. Kazuma, to his dismay, was not in it. His breath choked him as a strangling sensation clutched his chest. Kazuma was… gone. Kazuma had used him, humiliated him, fucked him out of his mind, and left. Tears burned the backs of his eyes, though he didn’t understand them. He picked up a pillow and was about to render it into sawdust when the door to the room suddenly opened, admitting one Kazuma dressed in just his pants and carrying a breakfast tray.
Surprise mingled with relief swelled within Ryuhou as he hastily dropped the grateful pillow. “Kazuma?”
The native alter gave him a solemn once-over before setting the tray in Ryuhou’s lap. “Don’t make that face. I was being nice and getting you breakfast!”
Ryuhou blushed slightly, caught red-handed. Shame for his irrational and childish behavior guided his eyes away from the redhead and to the tray in his lap. It was filled with all of his customary breakfast dishes: a cup of black coffee with a small pitcher of cream, two slices of dry toast, and most importantly whole fresh strawberries. He usually settled for whatever fruit could be found but he was especially fond of fresh strawberries, which were hard to come by in the Lost Ground.
Kazuma shifted his weight in physical reflection of his bafflement. He’d gone out of his way to make Ryuhou comfortable and now the prick was sulking! “That is what you eat right? It’s not fucking poisoned,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.
Ryuhou jerked out of his contemplation and picked up the cream, pouring it into the coffee. “Sorry, thank you. Yes, it is. I was just wondering how you knew,” the elder apologized. He brought the cup to his lips, wrapping his hands around the warm ceramic and sighing blissfully. He could survive with hardly any food and water for weeks, but the power of coffee in the morning was not to be underestimated. “It’s good.”
Kazuma relaxed, seeing that the other man wasn’t throwing a hissy after all. “Well,” he drawled, “I asked Tachibana some stuff about you. Picked up a couple interesting bits of information.”
Ryuhou gave Kazuma a calculating look. That Kazuma had asked his lover information on another man was weird. “Well, whatever,” he shrugged, digging into his breakfast. Despite the fact that they hadn’t exactly… gone all the way, the activity had left him starving. He eyed Kazuma appraisingly, taking in the other’s shirtless chest and the way his black pants hung low on his lean hips while he nibbled his last strawberry. Starving for more than food, he realized.
Seeing that Ryuhou was done, Kazuma straitened and stretched languidly. “Guess I’m ready to go when you are.”
Ryuhou blinked at him in disbelief. “You want to leave so quickly?”
The rogue scratched his head, plopping down on the bed next to Ryuhou. “I’m not used to staying in one spot long. As far as I can see there’s no reason to… stay.” He hesitated on the last word because Ryuhou had decided to drape himself against Kazuma’s side and trace over the scars on his chest and shoulder teasingly.
“Oh… you don’t want to do it again?” Ryuhou asked quietly, his fingers brushing over Kazuma’s nipple, a smirk tugging his lips as the small nub instantly tightened under his touch.
”Well when you put it that w—“
“I suppose you’re right. No reason to dawdle. Let’s go,” Ryuhou said mechanically, pulling away to get out of the bed. A crushing grip on his forearm stalled him. Grinning in triumph, Ryuhou relaxed against his rival’s warmth again. The arm encircling his waist to cup his ass was unexpected, though.
“You’re right, I’m wrong! Staying here a couple days might not be so bad,” Kazuma rumbled, pulling the former officer closer to him, enjoying the sensation of the smooth skin against his.
Ryuhou obliged him, nipping at Kazuma’s chest and letting his hands roam where they wished. Kazuma had defied him the previous night by not going through having sex. Well, at least not penetrative sex. Today he was going to get his way, and more importantly he’d make Kazuma climax before him to put him in his place.
The native alter didn’t seem to have a problem with that intention. He gave a small groan under his breath, allowing himself to relax and enjoy the shivery pleasure Ryuhou kept drawing from him. He honestly hadn’t expected Ryuhou to be so eager… and especially not so bold. The man was usually cool and sharp enough to cut steel and the redhead had been half-afraid of waking up to a painfully cold shoulder. Being embraced and touched and kissed was a far more pleasant experience.
Ryuhou only intensified his ministrations, nibbling at Kazuma’s nipple and tugging at the hem of his pants disapprovingly. They chaffed his skin and were a distraction. Kazuma eagerly obeyed the silent command, popping the button, unzipping the fly and easing them downwards to allow Ryuhou to tug them off with a vengeful jerk. He didn’t bother to hear Kazuma’s protests, lowering his body over Kazuma’s and pressing hot, dry lips to his lover’s.
Kazuma groaned at the feeling of searing flesh pressing and gliding against his own, inadvertently opening his mouth under Ryuhou’s to allow the elder entrance to his mouth. Not one to pass an opportunity, Ryuhou slipped in his tongue, teasing his responding partner with teasing flicks and ticklish strokes to his upper palate. Kazuma eventually got annoyed with having no say and this and forced Ryuhou back, a thread of saliva still connecting their mouths.
“What’s gotten into you?” Kazuma breathed heavily. “I get your rocks off a couple times now you can’t get enough?” He was actually feeling pretty good, himself. It was just fun to piss Ryuhou off. He was hot when he was pissed.
Ryuhou scowled, thrusting his hips against Kazuma’s in a way that there would be no mistaking what had gotten into him. “You still owe me something,” Ryuhou said coolly, though his cheeks bloomed pink. It felt too good, Kazuma’s warm, firmly muscled body and rigid length skimming his own. His breath came even but heavy, his teeth skimming Kazuma’s hard collarbone.
The younger man grunted, pressing upwards into the sensation. If he’d had any shame he’d be embarrassed to be hard after some making out and groping. Luckily, he had none. “Dun owe you nuthin’.” He dug his fingers into Ryuhou’s ass, fingers resting possessively at his entrance as he pressed the slim hips down harder.
“I want it, all the same,” Ryuhou whispered, reaching down between their bodies to grip Kazuma’s erection firmly. As the man let out a surprised curse, he drew it upwards in a rough stroke. He felt the body beneath him shudder, then tense. The feel of it in his hand intrigued him; the way the soft skin encased such hard flesh. He smeared the precum beading at the tip with his thumb, pulling his hand back down the shaft.
Kazuma gave a ragged moan, his hips bucking into the tightness. He wanted to fight it, to regain control, but Ryuhou’s soft hands smoothed the defiance effortlessly. Kazuma pulled Ryuhou’s face back to his by the hair, entangling their tongues in a series of open mouthed kisses. Ryuhou’s strokes synchronized with their heartbeats, quickening yet steady. Kazuma growled primitively, fingers probing Ryuhou’s entrance absently as their bodies fell into tempo. The elder man murmured Kazuma’s name and tightened his hand. Before he even knew it, Kazuma was screaming, his semen spurting between their bodies and coating Ryuhou’s slender fingers.
It was a moment before Kazuma came back to himself, much like breaking the surface of water. He was breathing heavily, his body warm, slick and pleasantly lax. He mutely remembered Ryuhou, pulling the man into as deep a kiss as their lack of breath allowed. Ryuhou groaned into his mouth, pressing against him insistently. He hadn’t had his yet.
“Fuck me,” Ryuhou commanded softly, already gently teasing Kazuma’s still throbbing cock back to arousal.
Blurred by hormones, Kazuma rumbled affectionately. Taking a second to swipe some of his sticky seed from between them, he circled Ryuhou’s opening, massaging the tight muscles. Ryuhou’s breath hitched, a thrill of unnamable needs rushing in his veins. He arched up into the touch, gasping as the shift ground his erection against Kazuma’s. The redhead gave an amused snort, pressing two fingers into the opening casually.
Ryuhou’s eyes flickered open, his entire body freezing as the rough fingers stretched him without warning. Despite his best effort, a small whimper escaped his lips. He had to get past this. He needed this.
“Fuck… sorry!” Kazuma finally realized what he was doing and withdrew his fingers. Still groggy from his release he patted Ryuhou’s rear apologetically with sticky hands. “I forgot just how tight you are,” he rumbled. “That had to hurt.”
He doubted it hurt as much as his head did that next second when the green-haired man cuffed him, hissing and spitting. “I’m not a woman! Don’t coddle me,” he seethed. The effect was less convincing, Kazuma noted, when he sported a dripping erection and a blush that’d put a schoolgirl to shame. “Stop smiling! I’m serious!”
Kazuma sloppily forced his face into something minutely different than a smile. “So am I! You’re tight.” His tongue dragged over his lower lip, betraying how he felt about that. Yes, Ryuhou was tight. So tight he couldn’t imagine how wonderful those muscles would feel gripping his cock. Drawing him deeper. Quivering in anticipation.
He swallowed.
“So what,” Ryuhou growled. “I’m tight. I’m going to give it away eventually anyway.” What little patience he still possessed was wearing thin. Fine and good for Kazuma to decide to have a chat. He’d already gotten his. Ryuhou, on the other hand, was still wound tight as a rubber band with arousal. His hips ground slow lazy circles on their own accord, his erection twitching against Kazuma’s warmth.
Kazuma frowned. He didn’t like that choice of words. “You’re giving it to me. When I say. Do you understand me?”
There was harshness in his voice that stilled Ryuhou. Almost afraid of what he’d see there, heaven forbid a mocking grin, he looked into Kazuma’s eyes. There was something wild and ancient in the flashing gold irises, something that made his heart thud and his cock to swell heavy as stone. When Kazuma flipped him over and pressed him into the mattress he didn’t resist. Ryuhou wasn’t sure what he was getting into. He was hardly sure of how he’d gotten into it in the first place. His need for Kazuma overrode his foolish need for dominance and revenge.
When Kazuma asked for it, he would give it. For now he was content to moan and writhe as Kazuma slowly tormented him.
ixi
The days slid by lazily into weeks. For the first time since his childhood Ryuhou felt something akin to happiness. It was comfortable, without the worry of going soft. Kazuma and he still bickered, still lost their tempers, still grappled as they always had. Except now brawls usually ended in frenzied lovemaking.
It still infuriated Ryuhou that Kazuma teased him so. If he hadn’t made an unconscious decision to honor the man’s judgment, he would have stormed off in a huff already. Or fucked Kazuma ass-over-heels in frustration. Yet it didn’t feel like Ryuhou was submitting. They became equals in this sport, slowly exploring each other.
The pair drifted from town to town until finally, it came: the uneasiness that preceded a mainland attack.
ixi
“That went well,” Ryuhou said with a small smile of confidence as the two men entered an inn. He knew it had gone better than well. Kazuma and he had synchronized perfectly. The mainland hadn’t even known what hit them. The battle had been quick and violent, the crafts splintering under their combined blows. Neither he nor Kazuma had taken any injuries and he still ran off the high a good fight gave him. The destruction had been beautiful. Kazuma had been beautiful. He cleared his throat, suppressing the rush of hormones that surged at that train of thought.
Kazuma grunted noncommittally, pushing Ryuhou into their room.
Ryuhou started to scold his partner for being so rough, which was quickly muffled. He was robbed of his breath as he was suddenly pushed against the shut, heavy wooden door and pinned in a crushing embrace. Though words of protest erupted in his mind he found his lips engaged in something far more interesting as Kazuma forced his jaw open and slid his tongue into Ryuhou’s mouth. With a faint growl of approval Kazuma shifted his weight, straddling Ryuhou’s leg and cupping his lover’s newly blossoming erection possessively.
“Clothes, off,” Kazuma ordered in a voice gone hoarse with lust. “Now.” He punctuated the addition with a grind of his hips against Ryuhou’s.
Ryuhou hissed, too distracted by Kazuma fondling him through the fabric of his pants to compute. Buttons popped and clinked against the floorboards when Kazuma jerked Ryuhou’s uniform open, sliding the stiff fabric off the taller man’s shoulders. It was only when Kazuma bit into Ryuhou’s neck and released his crotch to try and force Ryuhou’s pants down that the elder slapped the rough hands away in an effort to save his best uniform.
“Don’t want to waste any time, do we?” Ryuhou dripped with sarcasm. He hastily unbuttoned and unzipped his fly nonetheless. His body was still hot and anxious from battle. He understood Kazuma’s lust quite well.
“Nope,” Kazuma agreed, tugging the offending black tank, pants and black boxer briefs off before pausing a moment to strip his own shirt and unfasten his pants. He pressed their bodies back together in a mock-thrust, grunting in pleasure at the smooth friction between his naked erection and Ryuhou’s hip. It didn’t shame him to be practically humping Ryuhou’s leg like a dog. His body choked with raw desire, the clenching need only growing exponentially as he palmed his lover’s hardened cock, dipping lower to test the softer texture of Ryuhou’s balls. The thought of how it was strangely erotic that Ryuhou had next to little body hair and how fucking good Ryuhou smelled fluttered through his mind as his hand and hips started to work a steady rhythm.
It seemed as if time lost its tempo; that the world would slow to a crawl only to speed up to a frenzied tango. With each cycle he spiraled downwards, hips bucking against his lovers as he raced towards orgasm. Just when he thought he’d lose control Kazuma pulled back roughly. Ryuhou gave a moan of protest, but was rebuked when he tried to resume movement.
“W-What?” he managed after a moment to collect his breath and wits. His body screamed for release, though his blood cooled long enough for him to stop struggling.
Kazuma looked him square in the eyes, the corners of his lips curling slightly. “How ‘bout you suck me off, honey?”
Ryuhou gulped so quickly he choked and coughed. He’d never tried to take Kazuma into his mouth and the prospect daunted him. Though… he thoroughly enjoyed it when Kazuma went down on him and had wondered about his own abilities.
Kazuma growled, growing impatient. “Well? Want me to fuck you in two or show a guy a little love?” He was going to add an insult, taunt, or persuasive jab as well but to his surprise Ryuhou gingerly lowered himself to his knees. He gave Kazuma a steady gaze before turning to the task at hand, grasping the rogue’s throbbing erection. Kazuma gasped as Ryuhou tentatively brushed his lips against the seeping head and gripped the base. Encouraged by Kazuma’s reaction he opened his lips slightly to lap at Kazuma’s precum before sucking gently on the hot organ. Kazuma inhaled roughly, tangling one hand in Ryuhou’s silky green hair and thrusting slightly into the wet warmth of Ryuhou’s mouth.
Ryuhou was surprised to find that he was able to take the extra length easily, and carefully drew Kazuma deeper into his mouth. The taste was salty and musky, the heady smell in his nostrils somehow arousing. The redhead gave a low groan of approval, fingers knotting against Ryuhou’s scalp. Ryuhou increased the suction and swirled his tongue experimentally, kneading the backs of his lover’s thighs coaxingly.
Kazuma made a sound deep in his throat, lost in the feeling of Ryuhou’s hungry tongue stroking his length. Tasting salt and iron in his mouth, he licked his lips and forced himself to look down. Ryuhou’s long, forest-green hair fell wildly about his bare, angular shoulders. He had his eyes closed in concentration, cheeks flushed and shining with perspiration. Kazuma gave a strangled moan and jerked his hips in a thrust at the sight of himself disappearing into Ryuhou’s mouth. The man winced, his eyes fluttering. It was all Kazuma could do to stop himself as he felt the brush of teeth against his hypersensitive skin.
“P-pull back,” Kazuma grunted, loosing his death grip on Ryuhou’s hair. Such long hair would be fun in bed, he thought on a side note. “Pull back, before I hurt you.” Although he eased Ryuhou’s head back his hips only followed the motion. Control was quickly slipping, the suction and friction like flames against his skin.
Ryuhou’s lips tightened as he fought down the urge to gag. That last thrust had jabbed the back of his throat. Taking Kazuma’s advice, he drew back, focusing his attention solely on the head while wrapping a hand around the glistening, freshly revealed flesh. He stroked and sucked fervently, feeling his own heart thud in echoing arousal as the man before him thrust shallowly, keening. His inhibition was replaced by determination to please his lover. He circled the ridged head then brought his tongue to the slit and tasted the sharp tang of Kazuma’s seed. A rough hand closed over his own, forcing him to work the twitching length faster and harder. He pulled his lips away and pursed them in a reverent kiss. The sudden, bone-popping grip and sharp inhalation weren’t warning enough. Kazuma’s erection pulsed thickly, and jets of stringy wet liquid slopped onto Ryuhou’s face.
The green-haired man found himself unable to move as the redhead gasped and rocked against him, riding out his climax. He felt his cheeks burning even hotter than the stickiness on his face. Without thinking he dabbed a glob on his chin, as if to assure himself “yes, there is cum on my face”. Coincidentally, at that moment Kazuma snapped back to reality. The redhead blushed to the ears and swallowed hard as Ryuhou brought the finger to his swollen lips curiously.
Ryuhou gave an undignified squeak as fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave nickel-sized bruises at every fingertip. He was hauled up to his feet and tossed over Kazuma’s shoulder before he could begin to steady himself.
“W-what, let me down!” he hissed, flailing. The struggle only caused him to slip, bringing his bare ass even higher into the air. He groaned, both in arousal and mortification: the prodigy of HOLY, bare-assed and slung over Kazuma like a ravaged damsel.
Kazuma only smirked, slapping Ryuhou’s squirming ass as he strode the short distance to the bed. “Woah, there,” he chuckled. “Don’t get too excited and make me miss my fun.”
Ryuhou fumed, mouth working furiously. His retort went unspoken, as he was dropped to the squeaky mattress, forcing the breath from his lungs. He scowled as Kazuma jumped on top of him, the motion jarring the whole bed. “Fucking bastard,” Ryuhou grumbled, trying very hard to look angry and not infuriatingly horny.
“Such a dirty mouth,” Kazuma purred. He’d apparently gone into porn-star mode, because every syllable caused Ryuhou’s dick to twitch. He thumbed Ryuhou’s dripping chin, taking his time to enjoy the erotic sight of Ryuhou’s heated face coated with his own seed. Ah, if only he had a time machine to tell his past self upon meeting Ryuhou that one day this would pass.
Ryuhou squirmed under the scrutiny. Uncertainty stewed in his gut. Kazuma had warned him about being fucked in two. Was he finally going to tread down that path? “A picture will last longer,” he snarled, covering his own vulnerability with aggression.
The redhead pouted. “You’re right. Remind me to buy a camera.”
“Pervert,” Ryuhou hissed. Kazuma’s hands skated his face and chest, pinching his nipple and rolling it between his fingers.
“Glass houses, cock-sucker,” Kazuma laughed. He’d had enough talking. Ryuhou was spread out for him like a five-course meal in heaven. His intense orgasm earlier had winded him, but had far from knocked him flat. He rolled to the side, shifting Ryuhou with him and sucked on the hallow of the graceful throat before him.
Ryuhou’s automatic rebuke was short-circuited by the swipe of Kazuma’s tongue. Sucking his lover had turned him on more than he would have liked to admit. His erection swelled against Kazuma’s stomach, the anxious movements of their hips even more arousing in their inconsistency.
Kazuma was a very physical lover. He loved touching, finding which areas of Ryuhou’s skin were most sensitive. Palms and fingertips scraped and caressed wherever they could reach, the mattress gently squeaking beneath their tangled bodies. Ryuhou’s eyes slid shut as a wet path was drawn just over his heart by Kazuma’s tongue. He moaned shamelessly as cool breath was blown across it, pulling shivers of delight from him.
“Ka… Kazuma… Are we…?” Ryuhou struggled with the question like juggling marbles in his mouth. He felt too hot, too tight, on the verge of begging for any sort of relief.
Kazuma smiled lazily, wriggling until he rested on one elbow. “I’m going to get us something from the bathroom,” he said in that low purr again. “You’re going to get yourself nice and ready for me while you’re waiting.”
Ryuhou blinked. “R-ready?” His sex-saturated mind answered his own question and he went red to the roots of his hair.
Kazuma nodded, leering up and down Ryuhou’s body with undisguised lust. “Just don’t overdo it. I’m fucking you whether you’re hard or not.” Avoiding a blow, Kazuma bounced off the bed and headed leisurely to the bathroom. The light in the small bathroom was almost blinding when he flicked the switch and he rubbed his bleary eyes until they adjusted. The native alter took his time poking around the bathroom, collecting all the possible items and contemplating them. A muffled groan filtered in from the bedroom, letting him know that Ryuhou was indeed following his orders. The corners of his lips curled upwards. Ryuhou really had no idea how sexy he could be. Kazuma would have been content just listening and jerking off in the bathroom. He sighed happily, deciding on a small bottle of hand lotion and scattered the other items carelessly. Lucky for him, Ryuhou was agreeable and he wouldn’t have to settle.
What awaited him back in the bedroom actually made him drop the lotion. Ryuhou was on his back, one hand busy masturbating his bobbing erection, the other pressing a single finger into his opening.
“Kazu… ma. Hurry… the fuck… up,” he gasped, trying to push his finger deeper into himself. The angle was awkward, not giving nearly enough pressure to alleviate his tension.
Kazuma had to wipe away a trickle of blood from his nose. “F-fuck,” he cursed, scrabbling to his knees and retrieving the lotion. He belly flopped onto the bed in his haste, upsetting Ryuhou who let out a long stream of curses. Kazuma prodded the other man to lie on his side and spooned against him, nuzzling the back of Ryuhou’s neck, even though it involved a mouthful of silky green hair. He managed to squirt almost the whole bottle of lotion into his hand and brought the white cream to his arousal. He clenched his teeth and shuddered at its coolness, smoothing it generously over his rigid flesh. It didn’t help that Ryuhou ground his ass back, pressing insistently. Kazuma murmured what he hoped were soothing words, and released his erection, pressing two slick fingers into Ryuhou’s body.
Ryuhou choked on a cry. It didn’t hurt, he’d already stretched himself enough to allow the girth, but his body ached for the fullness so badly that the fingers only increased his need. When Kazuma curved and scissored his fingers, the world went white and deafeningly silent.
Kazuma silently prayed that this would be enough and that their tryst would not end in pain. He wanted to slam into Ryuhou so badly that he’d nearly bitten the tip of his tongue off. He spent as long as he could working his fingers slowly in and out, teasing Ryuhou’s prostate until the other man sobbed. When he could no longer resist Ryuhou’s moans and pleas, he removed his fingers with extreme gentleness. Kazuma hooked one arm under Ryuhou’s leg, spreading his lover open wide.
“I’m gonna put it in now,” Kazuma slurred, his breath tickling Ryuhou’s ear. “I’m going to get you off without even touching your cock.”
Ryuhou shuddered, spreading himself even wider. “Do it. Doitdoit,” he rambled, Kazuma’s words only fueling the fire burning his senses.
Needing no other encouragement, Kazuma positioned himself and slowly pressed inward.
Ryuhou’s mouth hung open in a silent scream. He felt the mushroomed head prod, press into and break past his body’s barrier. He felt as if he were being impaled the pain was so intense. Although Kazuma was lubed enough to not tear him, the stretching of his muscles to accommodate Kazuma’s impressive size was enough to leave his nerve endings sizzling. He could handle pain. This would be worth it.
That thought was bolstered as Kazuma jerked forward with a grunt, burying himself in to the hilt and brushing his pleasure center against its hot length. His body reflexively loosened and then tightened, sending a ripple of contractions around Kazuma’s enveloped arousal, some of the lotion spilling from his entrance.
“Gods…” Kazuma panted. “Feels so…” Unable to contain himself he pulled back and drove home again, reveling in Ryuhou’s body. He was so tight that it drove off all other thoughts. Every time he pushed into Ryuhou’s body he felt both eager for more and complete. It felt better than a just a fuck… it felt…
His thoughts were drowned out as Ryuhou arched against him, trying desperately to move and increase their pace but unable to move much in his position. With an animalistic groan Kazuma began to piston in earnest, each thrust driving deeper and harder, his soft sack slapping against Ryuhou’s ass audibly.
“Kazu… more… almost… God… Ka… ZUMA!!!” Ryuhou screamed load enough to wake the whole village as Kazuma tightened his grip around his leg, fucking him so fast that they hardly moved. Like fireworks, his vision exploded into pinpricks of light as he came harder and with more violence than he’d thought humanly possible. His muscles tightened around Kazuma so hard that searing pain heightened and drew out his orgasm, his cum spilling copiously over the threadbare blue comforter. Kazuma started spewing nonsense, his words jumbled, as he used his leverage to pound into Ryuhou’s maddeningly tight body. It didn’t take that much more, and Kazuma’s essence spurted into the other man’s body. He groaned raggedly, burying his face in Ryuhou’s hair. It smelled slightly like earth, dusty and full of life.
Ryuhou whimpered, shoulders still quaking and reminding Kazuma of the other man’s inevitable pain. Although Kazuma wanted to stay within him longer, he gently eased himself out and rearranged their spent limbs to curl up against one another. He winced inwardly as he noted the sticky, red tinged streams trickling down Ryuhou’s thighs. He’d hoped not to hurt the other man, and he’d certainly planned on using the withdraw method. He hadn’t been sure just how keen the former HOLY officer would be on having Kazuma come in him.
Despite those failures, Kazuma felt too good to let anything rain on his parade. He placed an affectionate kiss to Ryuhou’s lips. “Guess I popped your cherry,” he joked, cuddling the taller man to his chest.
Ryuhou snorted, also too sated and buzzing on happy-hormones to pick a fight. “Did more than pop it.” He blushed, bringing his arms to encircle Kazuma’s neck. Although they had messed around constantly, Kazuma hadn’t been this affectionate in the afterglow. He hated to seem soft but it felt… nice. It was comfortable wrapped in Kazuma’s warmth, even sticky and sore as he was. And some of the things Kazuma had said while he was…
“You ok?” the redhead asked with concern. “I didn’t mean to hurt you… or come in you.” Kazuma blushed too, feeling stupid and awkward.
Ryuhou assessed himself quickly. “A little sore but… it’s nothing compared to the nice feelings,” he admitted.
Kazuma couldn’t help but grin with masculine pride. “Good to know,” he drawled, fingering the webbed scars on Ryuhou’s cheek. “If it makes you feel better, that was the best lay I’ve ever had. Now that I got a taste you’re not going to be sleeping much.”
Ryuhou chuckled. Kazuma mused that the other man really should laugh more often. It was a sensuous sound and lit up his face. “I’ll hold you to that.” His features slid back to neutral, his thoughts turned inwards. “Um… did you mean anything you said back then?”
Kazuma blinked. He knew he was sometimes loud and a talker in bed, but he couldn’t remember what Ryuhou was referring to. “I don’t remember,” he said slowly. “Why, what’d I say?”
Ryuhou smirked, though both relief and disappointment were reflected in his ruby eyes. “Nothing of import. You said it felt holy though,” he snorted.
Kazuma felt a rush of embarrassment, but burst into laughter. “Well, if I’d have known what a good bang a HOLY officer was, I would have tried it years ago.”
Ryuhou nodded, feeling his eyelids growing heavy. The combination of the battle and their strenuous lovemaking were catching up with him, now that the endorphins were losing their edge. “’m tired,” he mumbled into the tan skin of Kazuma’s chest.
The other man nodded in agreement. “Me too. Goodnight.”
Ryuhou drowsily accepted the kiss goodnight, though it caught him off guard. He also wondered why neither of them shifted to their own places for the night. At the moment, he didn’t care. He drifted to sleep with Kazuma’s heartbeat in his ears.
ixi
A/N: OMG SEX! Haha, I warned you all about the smut. Well, that was the deflowering of Ryuhou. Hope everyone enjoyed it. I really wanted to just get this out, so there might be typos aplenty. Please just put up with them. I will fix them ASAP! Special thanks to all the reviewers who harassed me to update. I’m glad to know my smut is in demand! And if you don't like it.... *shrugs* Tough!
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