Shopping for Kio

Originally written for a Livejournal Loveless Anonymous Kink Request Meme.

Fandom: Loveless
Title: Shopping for Kio
Pairing: SoubixRitsuka, kinda sorta... more like Soubi WATCHES Ritsuka
Rating: NC17 (graphic sexual situation)
Timeline: None
Summary: An errand for Kio turns into Ritsuka's first lesson in kink
AN: The request involved sex toys and a facial, and I don't mean the kind you get at a spa. Do not proceed if either squicks you out.


Shopping for Kio

(AN: I do not know what the "legal age" in Japan would be for being allowed into an adult video/toy store. Ritsuka is seventeen in this story.)

Ritsuka had thought he was grown up enough. He was seventeen, after all- practically a man.

Yet the minute he stepped inside of Ye Olde Cock and Ball Shoppe his face turned a most unflattering beet red. Moreover, his tail twitched nervously, only serving to draw even more attention to the fact that he was the only virgin in the adult toy store.

He heard a soft, melodic grin and scowled. He turned to glare at Soubi, who was watching him with open amusement.

"Are you alright, Ritsuka?" he asked, more amused than concerned.

"I'm fine," Ritsuka growled, storming away from him. The teenager marched unsuspectingly down an aisle of various dildos and vibrators and stopped dead in his tracks. Soubi could almost hear Ritsuka's mouth hit the floor and grinned again.

This was going to be fun.

-----

"Why couldn't Kio do this himself?" Ritsuka demanded. His ears twitched inadvertently and his cheeks were still flushed with a rosy pink color, but- as loathe as he was to admit it- he had calmed down considerably because Soubi was with him.

"Because," Soubi said calmly as he lightly traced a finger down the length of a rather large, veined dildo. "He has class today and he needed this by tonight."

"For art?" Ritsuka queried suspiciously.

Soubi smirked. "So he says."

Ritsuka watched as Soubi inspected each sex toy with all the care and concentration of a person buying a new car. There was something so... hot... about the way his long, slender fingers caressed each one.

Ritsuka swallowed hard and turned away from Soubi. Right into a wall of cone shaped devices. He furrowed his brow and peered more closely at the mysterious objects-

"Butt plugs."

Ritsuka jumped at the sound of Soubi's voice, while another part of him almost laughed at hearing the always refined Fighter say those words.

"Those go... in there?" Ritsuka scrunched up his nose. Not that he thought that something going there was a bad thing, but instead of a piece of silicone, why not a finger, or a...

"Yes," Soubi replied, interrupting the young teen's train of thought. "And it feels rather nice."

Soubi turned to meet Ritsuka's wide, questioning eyes. He could almost feel the boy's mind at work, racing, imagining.

"I like it quite a bit, being taken," Soubi continued. He was positive that Ritsuka was fully unaware of the shocked gasp that fell from his mouth.

The Fighter stood directly in front of Ritsuka and looked down into the teen’s amethyst eyes. “I seem to remember years ago, asking you to take me one day. Do you remember?”

The memory of that long ago conversation flashed in Ritsuka’s eyes. That was what Soubi had meant? He was a kid; how could he have known?

“The thought of having you inside of me one day…,” Soubi did not finish the sentence.

Instead he smiled kindly, always so kindly, and gently rubbed Ritsuka between his ears. Then he grabbed a rather intimidating dildo from a rack and began to walk toward the register.

It wasn’t until he reached the end of the aisle that he realized he was alone. He turned to see Ritsuka still standing there, his face a sea of questioning and doubt and…

Pain?

“Ritsuka? Ritsuka, what is it?” Soubi hurried back down the aisle toward the young teenager, who looked up at him with pleading eyes. As he reached him, Soubi immediately understood the problem and was relieved.

And incredibly turned on.

The front of Ritsuka’s pants bulged out at a considerably remarkable length and Soubi could see a small patch of wetness just over the pinnacle of the bulge. He bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from smiling, but the amusement was back in his eyes. He just couldn’t help it. Ritsuka saw this and pouted, which made Soubi love him all the more.

“It’s not funny, Soubi,” Ritsuka whispered. “It hurts. I don’t think I can walk.”

“Well,” Soubi said. “Let’s see what we can do about that then.”

-----

The bathroom of Ye Olde Cock and Ball Shoppe was surprisingly clean and Soubi was grateful that it was a single room as opposed to stalls. With a quick glance over both shoulders, he quickly ushered a stiff-legged Ritsuka (who reminded him a bit of Frankenstein, Soubi reflected with a smile) into the bathroom and closed and locked the door.

Ritsuka frowned at his surroundings and gave Soubi an angry glare. “You want to take my ears in a porn shop bathroom??”

Very much so, Soubi thought.

“Of course not,” Soubi said. “But we can’t very well have you in agony, can we?”

“It’s your fault,” Ritsuka insisted, sitting down on the toilet.

“Shall I leave?”

Ritsuka considered this. It wasn’t as if he and Soubi hadn’t already experienced everything short of sex with each other. In the years since Ritsuka hit puberty full-on, Soubi’s kisses had become gradually longer and deeper, and Ritsuka himself was very much familiar with Soubi’s body by now.

“No. I want you here.”

“As you wish, Ritsuka.”

Soubi leaned back against the bathroom sink and watched as Ritsuka’s frantic hands struggled with unzipping his pants, carefully so as he did not get caught in them. The amusement was back in his eyes, but Ritsuka was too far gone to care.

He stared up into Soubi’s eyes, so blue and beautiful, as he took himself into his hand. He was already incredibly wet and so lubrication was hardly an issue. A small whimper escaped his throat as he began to slowly stroke the length of himself. Up, pausing long enough to give the tip a small squeeze, and then back down.

His eyes gazed down his Fighter’s torso to his crotch, where Soubi’s own need was glaringly obvious. The sight of Soubi’s cock pushing against the thin material of his pants caused another shuddering whimper to fall from Ritsuka’s open mouth. He began pushing his hips up in tune to his stroking. Clear liquid oozed from him; his hand and thighs were coated in it.

Feeling that he was close, so close now, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, concentrating on the unbearable heat spreading through his lower stomach and groin. He was vaguely aware of movement in front of him but he was already well past the point of caring. He bucked his hips forward, almost there, just a few more strokes and he-

“Ritsuka.”

Ritsuka’s eyes snapped open. Soubi was now kneeling in front of him, eye to “eye” with his swollen cock. What on earth was he doing? Even in the midst of his confusion, Ritsuka’s stroking didn’t miss a beat.

The Fighter took Ritsuka’s free hand and pressed his fingers against Soubi’s mouth, forcing his mouth open with Ritsuka’s own hand. Ritsuka’s confused stare met Soubi’s lusty gaze and then he understood.

Boy, did he ever.

“Sou-!” was all he was able to manage before every single muscle in his body clenched. He threw his head back, opened his mouth, and screamed as his orgasm tore through his entire body. Cum shot out of him like a geyser, spraying Soubi directly in the face and mouth, coating his hair, glasses, cheeks, lips, and tongue and even when he had nothing left, his cock continued to twitch in his hand.

Soubi smiled serenely and licked his lips, swallowing what managed to land in the vicinity of his mouth. He removed his glasses and watched the boy slowly come down from his high, vaguely wondering how long it would be before someone came knocking on the door. Surely, all of creation had heard him.

Ritsuka let out a shuddering sigh and collapsed against the back of the toilet. His tail twitched lazily in contentment and his eyes held the incredibly sexy glaze of afterglow. Soubi’s own excitement gave way, for the moment at least, to the overwhelming love he felt in his heart for his young Sacrifice.

“All better?” Soubi asked softly.

Ritsuka grinned. “Yeah,” he said. “But now I really can’t walk.”

-----

“Thank you, have a nice day.”

Ritsuka blushed profusely as Soubi took the bag from the friendly cashier with the knowing smile. They walked out of the store together.

“That’s it,” Ritsuka proclaimed. “That’s the last time I ever go shopping for Kio again.”

“Mm hm,” Soubi mumbled as they began walking together.

“I mean it,” Ritsuka promised.

Soubi smiled. Ritsuka scowled. And so they continued in that fashion, hand in hand, down the crowded sidewalk.

-----

Kio was most grateful for the dildo, but upon receiving it conveniently decided that it had no place in the piece he was creating.

It was never seen again.